The tug-of-war of interests, which has lasted for more than a week, is still continuing.

Sarjan and Barrage originally thought that the grumpy Tyrande would make big news in 3 days, but the development of events was not quite what they imagined.

Instead of arguing with Anastria, Tyrande was very pragmatic and patiently discussed the areas for which each side was responsible in the war.

Malfurion, who has a relatively gentle personality, is playing Tai Chi slowly with the Silver Moon Council, which seems to be a harmonious group, but in fact, they all bite their bottom lines and do not let go.

Darkan had ambitions for the supremacy of Quel'Thalas, but before that, he was first and foremost a High Elf.

Now he is not as extreme as the barrage said, and he does not hesitate to betray the interests of the country to take refuge in the undead natural disaster.

After all, Sarean never understood why Darkan would give up everything he had acquired in Quel'Salas and cling to the Scourge Legion single-mindedly.

Azeroth has a tradition that seems strange to the Otherworldly.

When the war is difficult, the king must be at the forefront and bear the greatest pressure, which is why the death rate of the kings of the Azeroth countries is ridiculously high.

When the Scourge invaded, it had snowballed in Lordaeron and formed a huge force advantage, which could not be stopped no matter how hard the High Elves struggled.

The sharp-eyed Darkan saw the situation clearly in advance, but this still does not explain what he would do to abandon his high position and betray the Motherland.

The Scourge invasion would indeed cause great damage to Quel'Thalas, but it was not him who was at the front, and it was definitely the elderly Sun King who would bear the brunt.

Moreover, the Scourge blatantly shouted out the target, and the invasion of Quel'Salas was for the Sunwell.

As long as Darkan is a little more aggressive and avoids the frontal front of the undead army, the Sun King, once killed in battle, will have plenty of time to seize power in the chaotic city of Quel'Thalas before Prince Kael'thas returns.

In any case, Darkan at this time still has the consciousness and sense of belonging as a high elf.

He and Malfurion smiled at each other, smiling at each other, going back and forth on either side of the table, a completely different style of confrontation from the Sun King and Tyrande.

Compared to the High Elves, who focus on the back row and rely entirely on arcane golems in the front row, the class composition of the Night Elf army is more reasonable.

In addition to the Self-Discipline support classes such as the War Tree and the Treant, they also have strong warriors and thick-skinned guardian druids in the front row.

Even so, the Night Elves don't want their front-row soldiers to suffer too much in the war.

They are all sub-races of elves, and they are all clear about each other's fertility rates.

On the issue of finding cannon fodder to top the pot, the two sides quickly reached a consensus.

But here's the problem.

The alliance between the High Elves and Lordaeron has torn their faces, and it is basically impossible to pull Lordaeron, the strongest country in the human race, to send troops across the sea.

In the same way, Quel'Thalas has a bad relationship with Dalaran now, and he can't count on those honey-bellied human mages.

Excluding these two human nations in a pair of pants, there are also Brutehammer Dwarves, Copperbeard Dwarves, and Nomorigen Gnomes in the Alliance.

But the population of these foreign races is far less than that of humans who give birth to children like piglets, and even if they agree to send troops to help, the number of troops they can muster will be very limited just after the Second Orc War.

Speaking of the three human kingdoms that have a good relationship with Quel'Thalas.

Kyrgyzstan was the first to rule.

After a series of deflated league conventions, King Jean Greymane made up his mind to continue the isolationism of his father's generation.

They had already begun to build the Greymane Wall in the Silverpine Forest, intending to completely block Gilneys' land passage from the outside world, and only replenish the domestic supplies through maritime trade with the other three countries.

Stormgard was so poor that if he could pay them for mercenary, he should be able to convince Solas Tolbain to send troops.

However, according to the latest information from the Backlight Blade, there seems to be an undercurrent of instability within the Torbain royal family.

Solas's nephew, Danas, played a major role in World War II, and Crown Prince Garin saw Danas as a threat to his position and continued to target him in every possible way after his return.

The battle between the two leaves Solas in a dilemma.

Emotionally, Solas is on his son's side with Garin.

But he also knew that Garin was just a powerless straw bale, and if the throne was handed over to him, the already poor Stormgard would definitely be even more decayed, and might even die because of it.

Compared to Crown Prince Garin, Danas has proven his personal ability and charisma during the war, and if he inherits the throne, he should be able to lead Stormgard to the road to revival.

It was because of Solas's wavering attitude that Garin, who felt threatened, became more and more hysterical.

According to the latest information from the Backlight Blade, there is a high probability that Solas will fall to his own son Garin, and may transfer Danas far away from Riptide Castle in the center of the kingdom.

The last Kul Tiras is easier to convince, as long as it does not involve orcs who have the hatred of killing their sons, Dalin is not an unreasonable person

"Aang!"

While the two sides were discussing the details in depth, a loud dragon roar suddenly came from the south of the Yongge Forest.

Everyone present froze for a moment, Anastria, Kael'thas, Tyrande, and Malfurion, who knew the inside story, had a flash in their eyes, and Darkan and the other members of the Silver Moon Council were at a loss.

"Ahem~"

The old king coughed lightly and tapped his fingers on the large round table in the chamber. valley

"Let's get here today, you two should be tired too, and we'll continue to discuss it early tomorrow morning."

Tyrande and Malfurion looked at each other, then stood up and nodded to the High Elves.

"Okay, let's adjourn for now."

It wasn't until the couple, who held the supreme power of the Night Elves, walked out of the conference hall that Darkan turned his head to look at the king and his son, who were eyebrows.

"Your Majesty, you are ......"

Anastria coughed twice: "Hey~ The years are not forgiving, let's take a rest today, and you can also go back and sort out the copywriting to see if there is anything missing." ”

Darkan wanted to continue asking, but Solan Lian and Caponia had already stood up first.

"Your Majesty, please guarantee your health, we will retire first."

'Tsk! ’

There was a vague look of displeasure in Darkan's eyes: 'Two doglegs......

Riresa, who had been watching in silence, watched the change in everyone's expressions.

Although she didn't know exactly what was going on, judging from the looks of the two who left the scene and the king's father and son, it was obvious that they knew the inside story, and it was likely that they would take action related to it next.

'The dragon's roar in the south of the forest, could it be Ysera?' ’

……

The soul returned to the body, and Inas, who had been sleeping for more than ten years, slowly climbed up from the cave.

Although her body did not shrink under the protection of life force, she had not moved her body for a long time, and at this time she was inevitably a little top-heavy and unable to effectively control her body's movements.

Seeing Inas falling to the side unsteadily, Julian hurriedly jumped out of the way, he didn't want to be crushed by his wife, that would be too unjust.

Sarren, who had also just escaped the Emerald Dream, was half a beat slower, and by the time he wanted to move, a huge shadow had completely enveloped him.

"I'll you!"

There was no time to adjust his posture, and Sarayan put his hands on his head as fast as he could.

Before he could fully exert his strength, Inas's dragon body was pressed down.

Fortunately, Sarren's strength is not weak, and Inas also adjusted her center of gravity in time.

If he really sat down like this, he was afraid that most of the bones in Saray's safe body would be broken, and it would take at least a few days to recover.

After regaining her footing under the force of Sarren, Inas shook her head vigorously.

"Hmm~ I'm sorry, I can't control my body well."

Ysera shook her head amusedly, "Let's change into a human form first, but don't accidentally cause non-combat attrition." ”

With Ysera's help, Inas, who was still a little weak in her hands and feet, quickly shrank in size, and eventually transformed into a charming High Elf beauty.

[Finally saw Inas's mortal form!] 】

[Ah~ this waist, this legs, this face, this heterochromatic pupils, this gradient long hair...... Loved, loved! 】

[233, it's just not to talk about the chest, the only residual thought. 】

[Julian, it turns out that you kid is so good. (funny)]

Inas's hair color is very peculiar, starting from the roots and always in the middle of her long hair, it is a crimson hue.

But further down the road the color begins to change from red to orange, pale yellow, and finally to emerald green.

Inas's appearance and figure are almost perfect, the only drawback is that it is relatively flat, which makes Sarian very puzzling.

'Why is the mortal incarnation of the dragon so flat?' Personal preference? ’

Since Julian had already escaped the cave, Ysera held Inas in her arms.

Just as she was about to help Inas move, Ysera's expression suddenly changed subtly.

"It's coming pretty fast."

Saljan soon sensed the abnormal fluctuations in energy as well, and judging by Ysera's attitude, the comer should be friend rather than foe.

Sure enough, as a portal opened, the four high-level executives who were supposed to negotiate in the royal court walked out one after another.

Tyrande, who had the most quick temper, walked in the front, nodding to Ysera before reaching out to help hold Inas.

"It's been a long time, old friend, how did this happen?"

Sarren: "??? ”

'Is this called...... Mother and Tyrande are acquainted? ’