Faldorei was once a part of Shadorei. In addition to those prisoners who deserved to be exiled, there were also many poor people who were framed and exiled because of internal struggles.
Suramar has decided to officially abolish the blockade decision and re-establish contact with the outside world.
If she didn't want to break up with the Fal'dorei, her close neighbor who was also active in Suramar, Thalyssra had to find a way to build a good relationship with them.
For those high-ranking nobles who were well-informed and started pretending to be dead in advance, it was really hard for Talisa to take action against them.
Fadorei handed over the knife at just this moment.
In this case, don't blame the old sister for being ruthless.
For those children of the great nobles who participated in the dirty deeds of framing their colleagues, please stand up and resist. Otherwise, don’t blame Talisa for taking care of the families behind you.
Faldorei forcefully demanded that Thalyssra hand over the despicable villains who framed her own people, and their attitude continued to put pressure on Suramar.
Coupled with the fact that the Quel'dorei, represented by Kael'thas, judged right and wrong from an objective standpoint, Talisa deliberately pretended to be unable to bear the pressure and turned the blame on the families who had committed the crime.
The public grievances have just been calmed down, and the nobles who were almost hung on lampposts are still frightened and unwilling to cause further trouble at this juncture.
And even the upper elf nobles are not monolithic within themselves.
The nobles who had not been involved in this matter were gloating about the misfortune, wishing that the status of the families who caused the trouble would decline and they could climb up to take their place.
Under pressure from many parties, the offending family finally gave in and reluctantly handed over their children, allowing them to sincerely apologize to Faldorei who had been framed.
Originally, Justina and others planned to directly kill these scum to vent their anger.
But with Kael'thas's talk, they finally agreed to keep these guys alive.
However, as punishment, those who have participated in framing their colleagues will also be purged and exiled from the city. They will not be allowed to return to Suramar within a year, nor will they receive any help from their families. The purpose is to let them experience the wilderness of Suramar firsthand.
Hard environment.
As for how many of these people can survive the crazy attack of the Withered One year later?
That depends on their destiny, life and death.
At this point, the unrest in the Suramar region has completely subsided, and the only ones left to worry about are the withered ones who are still running rampant in the wild.
The birth of the Withered One was also the fault of Sha'dorei, and Suramar should naturally bear the subsequent responsibility.
Regarding this matter, one of the magisters in the Suramar Arcane Society made some suggestions.
The name of this magister is Keldanus. According to what he said, he once participated in one of the exiles and accidentally captured a withered man trying to break into the barrier, and took him back to his laboratory for research.
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This research has continued for nearly a hundred years and has achieved considerable results.
Keldanas' research report is basically consistent with the conclusion that Danmaku told Sarlayan.
The Withered's brains have long been burned out by their endless thirst for magic, and even with the help of Arcandor, they cannot change them back to their original appearance.
However, according to Keldanas' research, it is speculated that some special magic essence should be used to appease the withered and make them less manic and aggressive.
Kael'thas jokingly made an analogy, describing the transformation of the Wither as a wild dog being tamed into a domestic dog.
With an academic center like the Academy of Nars, Suramar in ancient times had outstanding people, and there were by no means a few talents like Kel'danas.
However, due to the solid promotion channels and ongoing class oppression, it is difficult for the vast majority of talents from civilian backgrounds to be reused, and Keldanas is a typical example.
Thalyssra was determined to change this twisted situation, and took the promotion of Keldaras as a signal to start using talented people from the common class.
However, in order to avoid a strong backlash from the noble class, Talisa must still consider carefully when selecting talents.
In Sarlayan's words, this is called boiling a frog in warm water, relying on the endless stream of talents from poor families to erode the traditional advantage areas of the nobles bit by bit.
In view of this, Thalyssra plans to rebuild Nathalath Academy, which has always adhered to the concept of education without discrimination, and gradually break the upper elf nobles' monopoly on high-end industries.
However, rebuilding Narthalas Academy is a huge project that cannot be completed overnight.
This matter still needs long-term consideration, at least to obtain Elisande's permission, and preferably to get the full support of Quel'Thalas.
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"It will take more than half a year before Arcandor matures..."
In the lower living area of Shal Elan, Sarlayan was lying on the bed with his legs crossed and dangling out of boredom.
"Ha~ so boring."
Scratching his hair irritably, Sarlayan turned to look at Valeela who was maintaining her weapon.
"Suramar has calmed down for the time being. Everyone is busy with their own work. Should we also find something to do?"
Valeera rolled her eyes angrily: "No, I finally figured it out. You can only do a disservice to the internal affairs construction that requires practical action."
"As long as you don't reach out to 'help' and just stand aside and talk nonsense, I believe everyone will be grateful to you."
Sarlayan's face was a little confused: "Didn't I just screw up a few times... I obviously have good intentions and want to help."
Stellagosa, who was teaching little Tina, covered her mouth and snickered: "You have a quick temper and are not suitable for tasks that require patience."
"But half a year is indeed a long time. We can't just stay in Shal'Alan to kill time. How about... go back to Quel'Thalas to rest first?"
Valeela's long ears stood up alertly, and she narrowed her eyes and looked at Stellagosa.
"I always feel like you have other plans in mind."
Stella Gosa curled her lips: "You are too sensitive. What can I have planned? I just want to kill boring time."
Sarlayan ignored the quarrel between the two. After a period of running-in, he had gradually become accustomed to the small friction between the two on a daily basis.
Valeera and Stellagosa both have a sense of proportion and will not really quarrel. At most, they will just play tricks on each other.
The two of them seemed to be gradually adapting to each other's existence, and it was unclear whether Sarlayan's three major delusions had occurred.
"Hey~"
Jumping up from the bed, Sarlayan twisted and moved his body on the spot.
"No matter, there won't be any trouble in Suramar for the time being. Let's go out for a walk."
Valeela shrugged noncommittally: "Okay, where do you plan to go? You don't want to find Hela in Stormheim to 'reminisce about the past', do you?"
Sarlayan spread his hands in confusion: "How is that possible?"
"Storm Fjord is the place with the closest connection between Hela's Hell Abyss and the material world. It's similar to the relationship between Drustvar and the Blighted Realm. I'm not that stupid to fall into the trap of a tiger."
As a native of the Broken Islands, Stellagosa tilted her head and said: "If you don't go to Stormheim... then in the entire Broken Islands, you will only have High Mountain."
Sarlayan nodded along the way: "Yes, I plan to go to the High Mountains for a tour, say hello to the high mountain tauren, and get to know the black dragons who live in seclusion there."
"Um……"
Stellagosa frowned and thought about it: "Are you sure that black dragon is not as violent as his other compatriots?"
"If your information is correct, that guy is an adult black dragon and a direct descendant of the royal family of Deathwing. Once there is a fight, the three of us alone will definitely not be able to defeat him."
"Well..."
Sarlayan took the time to glance at the barrage: "It should be no problem. He is willing to stay in the High Mountains and live with the tauren for ten thousand years. He should not be the kind of grumpy old man who gets angry at every turn. Otherwise, the High Mountains would not be what it is today.
Calm and peaceful."
Stellagosa thought about it for a while before reluctantly agreeing: "Okay, but just in case, we'd better hide our identity and find a way to test him first."
"Okay, let's go hiking then... Tina, do you want to go?"
Tinagosa, who had been listening, immediately pricked up her ears, flapped her little wings and flew into Sharlayan's arms.
"I want to go! I also want to see the scenery on the mountains!"
Sarlayan fondly tapped the little guy's forehead with his finger: "Naughty boy... OK, let's set off now."