"I strongly disagree with letting these mages roam freely in Silvermoon City, why should they make us believe it?"

"The Council of Tirisfa was created on the initiative of the Council of the Silvermoon, and there is a lot of similarity in our philosophy. ”

"Unanimous? If so, then why would they refuse to help us defeat Zuaman?"

"The Junior High School created by the Council of Tirisfa is to remain neutral, and they are committed to protecting all of Azeroth from persecution by the Burning Legion. ”

"With the protection of runestones, we don't need them, but Dalaran's lackeys......"

"That's enough!" slammed the table, Anastarian's loud roar exploded throughout the hall, and the next moment, the members of the Silvermoon Council who were sitting in the hall all stopped arguing.

In order to prevent a repeat of the mistakes made by Queen Aishara during her dictatorship over the upper elves, Queldore established the Silvermoon Council to check and correct the king's mistakes in her reign. But it has to be said that the prestige of the Sun Chaser is still unmatched.

Looking around with tired eyes, His Majesty Anastarian sighed softly, as a king, he didn't like this kind of parliamentary management, not just because of the division of power, he was really fed up with such endless squabbles.

"Tyris, you must know that these demons have invaded our land under the protection of runestones, and there are loopholes in the barrier, which is a fact. Looking at the elven nobles who had been opposing just now, His Majesty's tone was calm, but it was unquestionable.

The parliamentarian known as Tyres gritted his teeth, and in the majesty of the king, he did not make another argument.

"But what Tyris just said is not unreasonable, we shouldn't take their word for it, and I won't approve the Tyrisfa Council to move freely within Silvermoon City. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty. Not far from Anastarian's throne, an old man in a golden robe suddenly stood up, "The intervention of Council Tirisfa would not be a prank for no reason, since they are making such a big fanfare, it shows that there is indeed something wrong with our city. ”

"I understand your concerns, von Delors. Anastarian nodded, "But you must know that the war on the front line continues, and if we let our people know that there is a demon in Silvermoon City......"

"I don't want this to affect the morale of the fighters on the front line. ”

"But I'll send someone to investigate the demon's whereabouts, and if so, I'll do everything in my power to help the Council of Tirisfa get rid of this fool who dares to offend Quel'Thalas!"

Seeing the old king's face rejuvenated, von der Lores sighed silently in his heart, it was a good thing that Anastarian cared about the feelings of the people, but he underestimated the horror of that destructive power.

Inexplicably, the chief priest conjured up the face of a young man, and he was silent as he recalled the astonishing information. Who can believe that half a year ago, that kid was just a disabled person in Jinzhi Village?

"Von Delors, are you listening?"

A deep and familiar voice came from his ears, and the chief priest finally came back to his senses, and seeing that the meeting had long been dissolved, he bowed down to the other party apologetically: "Your Majesty, I was rude. ”

"No, I understand what you're worried about. ”

"While I also regret Cerris's decision to leave the path of Light, I have to say that he has helped me a lot. Anastarian put his hand on his shoulder as a gesture of comfort, whispering reassurance, but he seemed to be mistaken.

Serris?

The corners of his eyes trembled, and an ominous feeling suddenly rose in Von Delors's heart, and he immediately looked at his king with disbelief: "Do you want to let ......"

"He and the kids were smart. ”

"But they're just children, after all! Isn't that tantamount to death if you let them search for the traces of those demons?" Excited, Von Delors abandoned his old etiquette and respect for the king, and his eyes widened with rage, and he almost went straight to action.

Anastarian waved his hand to stop the guards who wanted to step forward, and looked at the other party, but a trace of helplessness appeared on his face, "The actions of the guards and the law breakers are too conspicuous, and it is easy to cause unnecessary panic, and these children are the best choice." ”

"And the parliament has always opposed me to include them in the official system, and this is an opportunity that when the mission is over, I will personally put on Syris's flanal, and those children, too, will get what they deserve. ”

"I don't want Serris and those kids to be called little thieves, and I'm sure you too. The palm on the other's shoulder was slightly forced, and Anastarian's words touched von Delors deeply.

Flanar is a ceremonial mantle, usually used in the grand feats of the elves, like the Hada in the Tibetan region of the Celestial Empire, as a symbol.

Honours, feats and responsibilities, almost all of Queldore aspire to one day be able to drape Flanaar in the eyes of all people, and it is absolutely the highest honor to be put on by His Majesty the King himself!

You must know that in the whole of Quel'Thalas, only the commanders of the major units and legions like the Chief Priest, the Grand Magister, and the Ranger General can receive this honor!

If Seris could be treated like this......

Relief welled up in his heart, von der Lore's tense expression gradually relaxed, and his eyebrows were still full of self-blame: "It's all my fault, it's all because I didn't correct the loopholes in the judiciary in time that Ceris and those children suffered so many injustices......"

"Seris has fulfilled his worth, and although the Light no longer favors him, his heart is still bright. ”

No more patronage?

Hearing this, von der Lorore's face was puzzled: "Your Majesty, do you say, did Ceris turn his back on the Light, or did the Light abandon him?"

......

Zurkin stood in front of his throne, looking at the countless elven bone decorations beneath it, his deep eyes glinting with a terrifying sharpness and coldness.

Behind him, a rickety troll walked up the steps with a pitch-black wooden staff, slowly behind the Troll Overseer.

"My lord, are you looking for me?" Kergash looked at Zulkin's back in a hoarse and deep voice with a little teasing, and it seemed that he was very happy.

However, in the next second, the smile on his face disappeared.

Zurkin turned, and a faint blue glow made Kergash's eyes widen, and the wind slammed against his cheek, and almost instantly, the sharp blade clung to his throat.

The broad, straight blade was carved with intricate and ancient inscriptions, and a sharp and snowy curved edge appeared near the center, and the power belonging to the god of the wilderness swung in it, and a faint blue luster reflected on Kergash's frightened cheeks.

This weapon is called the Fist of the Gods, and unlike conventional weapons, its grip is cast vertically on the back of the knife, and can be used as both a fist blade and an arm knife.

Now, Zurkin is holding a long blade against the other party's throat, and he only needs to push it forward, and he can kill Kergash at any time.

"Overseer, can you give me a reason?" Glaring into the other's eyes, Kirgash quickly calmed down.

"Hehe, what you did, do you really think I don't know anything?" Gritting his teeth, Zurkin's muscles tensed, and the fist of the gods in his hand trembled with excitement, leaving irregular scratches on Kergash's dull skin.

The sharp pain constantly stimulated his senses, but compared to this, Kergas was stunned by the other party's words.

How did he know......

The Dark Pine tribe, there is an inside line!

A look of resentment flashed across his face, and Kergas held back the fire in his heart and focused on the moment.

"What do you mean?"

"Pretend to be stupid with me? Kergash, I have given you so much expectation, I didn't expect that I can only use such a clumsy cover-up now?" Under the anger, Zurgin's eyes were instantly filled with blood red, like a fierce beast that chooses people to devour, and the terrifying roar constantly impacts Kergash's psychological defense.

As Zurkin said, he knows Kergash very well, and Kergash, too, knows Zurkin.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Kergash was silent for a long time, and then looked directly into the other party's hideous eyes without wavering: "Since you know everything, what are you going to do?"

"How?!" Chief Dark Pine's gesture of the dead pig not afraid of boiling water once again stung Zurkin, who immediately burst out with a low roar, exerting all his strength, and the fist of the gods against the opponent's throat was pushed forward by him with force.

"I'm going to kill you!"