In this summit of unprecedented scale, only members of the Sun King and the Silver Moon Council in Quel'Thalas were eligible to enter the main venue.
Sharlayan and Valeera were specially invited to attend the meeting as representatives of introducing the Draenei into Azeroth.
At the conference, leaders from various countries will seek their opinions and gain a deeper understanding of the draenei, a strange race from outside the region, through the explanations of "their own people".
After teleporting directly to the Sunstrider Court, Sarlayan and Valeera arrived at the main venue first.
As the hosts, the Sun King and Silver Moon Council members have arrived and are discussing something in low voices.
A large number of royal court attendants nervously conducted a final inspection of the venue to ensure that there was nothing that might cause criticism.
Velen, the key figure in the meeting discussion, has also arrived at the scene on behalf of the Draenei. At this moment, he is sitting at the long table and retreating behind closed doors.
After simply nodding with the few people who arrived first, Sarlayan and Valeela consciously came to their seats and sat down, silently waiting for the leaders and representatives of various countries to enter the venue.
At around 9:30 in the morning, as the last arrived Grand Magister Elisande took his seat, the first Azeroth Conference officially kicked off.
At the beginning, the hot-tempered Wildhammer dwarf representative Falstad Wildhammer was the first to raise his hand to ask questions.
"Sun King, this distinguished guest with a...beard...is the focus of this conference's discussion?"
Dwarves attach great importance to their beards. Falstad actually didn't want to admit that the bunch of fleshy tentacles on Velen's chin were beards, but he couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while.
[Be confident, that’s not called a beard, it’s called a Jie Bao.]
[Grass, do you dare not to use homophonic sounds? 】
[Laughing to death, of course I...don't dare.]
As the host of the meeting, Anasteria had the obligation to answer the reasonable questions of the participants. He stood up holding the scepter with a huge ruby on the top.
"Lord Wildhammer, this gentleman is the spiritual leader of the Draenei, Prophet Velen."
The Sun King winked mischievously and added in a wicked way: "Just a reminder, Lord Velen is nearly 30,000 years old and has a lot of life experience."
"Please also sort out your words before raising your hands to ask questions. Don't let the distinguished guests think that we Azerothians do not understand etiquette."
"30,000 lives?!"
This astonishing number triggered exclamations from everyone present, and several short-lived human leaders looked at the gentle and elegant Velen in disbelief.
After Anastria's introduction, Velen stood up from his seat and saluted gracefully to the leaders present.
"Leaders of all races in Azeroth, I am honored to meet you. I am Velen, the representative of Draenei."
The next period of time was Velen's self-introduction session. He briefly described the history and current situation of Delaney to the leaders present.
Velen can be called a living fossil of the Draenei civilization. Since the Eredar period, he has been one of the three highest governors of the Argus civilization.
To be officially recognized by the races of Azeroth, Velen must demonstrate the value of the Draenei here.
The Burning Legion is a powerful enemy that all races in Azeroth need to face together. Except for Prince Arthas, who is still young and has insufficient knowledge, all the representatives from various countries participating in the meeting have learned about the Burning Legion from history books.
Based on the understanding of the Burning Legion, the more you understand the races of the War of the Ancients, the more you value the intelligence provided by the draenei.
The attitudes of the two tribes of tauren, night elves and nightborne were very serious. They were immediately in awe when they learned that the draenei had been on the run for 25,000 years under the pursuit of the Burning Legion.
In contrast, except for Dalaran, which has been in contact with demons for many years, many emerging countries in the Eastern Kingdom only know the Burning Legion at the legendary level.
King Genn Greymane, who pursues isolationism, raised his question suspiciously.
"I have a question. Is the Burning Legion really as scary as described in the legend?"
"have."
Velen said sternly without hesitation: "The Burning Legion was founded by the fallen Titan Sargeras. He attracted many demonic races in the Twisting Nether, and relied on his powerful strength to conquer the universe and conquer countless planets.
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"Um……"
Thoras Trollbane rested his chin on his hand and pondered for a while: "Your Majesty the Prophet, it's not that I don't believe what you say, but... it's difficult for us to have an intuitive impression of the Burning Legion with such an abstract verbal description."
Anasteria suddenly interrupted and said: "On this point, Lord Sarlayan Deep Shadow, who accompanied the expeditionary force to Draenor, has the most say."
"He has only recently fought head-on against the demons of the Burning Legion. You may wish to listen to his opinion first."
The old fox Sun King is a thief. He deliberately omitted the title "Alliance" in front of the Expeditionary Force to downplay the Alliance's influence in this conference.
Dailin, Solas and Jean, as well as current members of the alliance countries such as Magni and Antonidas, all heard the implication of the Sun King's words, but they didn't say anything more and just laughed it off.
The inexperienced Prince Alsace failed to notice the profound meaning of Anasteria's words. He sat upright and turned his expectant eyes to Sarlayan and Valeela who were sitting on the side of the venue.
Uther smiled bitterly, but he couldn't say much at the moment.
After getting the hint from the Sun King's eyes, Sarlayan stood up from his seat and first saluted the leaders present.
"Dear representatives, I am Thalayan Deepshadow, Viscount Quel'Thalas."
"Not long ago, I had the honor to go to Draenor with the expeditionary force. After successfully defeating the remnants of the Horde, and when everything was settled, I suddenly encountered an airborne attack by the Burning Legion."
Dai Lin interrupted Sarlayan's words seemingly rudely: "Lord Deep Shadow, I will skip the preface and go straight to the point."
Sarlayan didn't pay attention to Daelin's interruption, and ignored the cause and effect as usual.
"The demons we encountered were only the advance troops, and we did not encounter the true elite of the Burning Legion, but their method of delivering troops is worthy of vigilance."
Dai Lin said as if he was praising him: "Oh? Please tell me in detail."
The night elves and nightborne who had direct dealings with the Burning Legion already knew what Sharlayan was going to say, and the tauren also learned the relevant knowledge from the totem poles handed down from ancient times.
Emerging races such as humans, dwarves and gnomes attach great importance to the information provided by Sarlayan, and they all stare at him intently.
Knowing that the Burning Legion can project space capsules from space orbit and quickly build fel energy portals to call for reinforcements, the faces of the leaders of the Eastern Kingdoms changed a little.
King Jean Greymane rubbed his eyebrows with a headache: "In other words, if they cannot knock out the Burning Legion's stronghold immediately, they will continue to transport reinforcements from all over the universe?"
Sarlayan nodded: "Theoretically, this is the case. Fortunately, due to the dependents of the Pantheon, Azeroth has a planetary protective barrier on the outer layer."
"Demons whose strength exceeds a certain level cannot be directly transported to Azeroth through conventional means."
"That is to say... among the demons who can enter Azeroth in their true form, there will be no powerful enemies at the level of the Deceiver and the Defiler, let alone the fallen Titan Sargeras."
Thoras Trollbane raised his hand and asked: "The fraudsters and polluters you mentioned, how strong are they?"
"Well... let's put it this way."
Sarlayan pondered for a moment and asked: "Your Majesty Thoras, have you ever heard of the Wild Demigod?"
Solas nodded: "I have heard that they are powerful creatures that silently guard Azeroth in the darkness of the world, and have little contact with mortals."
Sharlayan reached out to Shandris Feathermoon and turned the conversation over to the night elves.
"The information about the wilderness demigods will be explained in detail by the night elves. They fought side by side with the wilderness demigods as early as thousands of years ago in the ancient war."
Shandris did not expect Sharlayan to bring the topic to her, and she exchanged glances with the Staghelm and Shadowsong siblings beside her before standing up from her seat.
"The Wild Demigods are immortal beings. They have strength beyond legendary heroes and live in symbiosis with the planet. Even if they unfortunately die in battle, as long as their souls are immortal, the Wild Demigods will be resurrected sooner or later."
"I have not seen Kil'jaeden the Deceiver, but Archimonde the Defiler..."
Shandris turned her gaze to Jarod.
Jarod was stunned for a moment, then stood up with a wry smile under everyone's attention: "The recognized strongest demigod - Malorne the White Deer once fought against Archimonde."
"The real strengths of Malorne and Archimonde are very similar. If they fight fairly, it will be difficult to tell the winner in a short time."
"But during the War of the Ancients, Malorne was distracted from covering the retreat of her son Cenarius and was unfortunately defeated. The Defiled took the opportunity to twist their necks."
The learned Antonidas had heard of this legendary story, and it was rare that the person involved was present, so he inquired about the relevant details in detail.
"How does the strength of other demigods compare with Malorne?"
Jarod shook his head: "There is a big gap. The title of the strongest demigod was not named by himself, but by Malorne's strength."
"During the ancient war, the wilderness demigods perished in large numbers in the bloody battle with the demons."
"There are only three demigods still alive today, and the one that has remained in the best condition is Malorne's son, the forest demigod Cenarius, who is also the patron saint of the night elves."
"Hiss~"
There was a sound of gasping in the venue, and Sarlayan looked at the seemingly loyal Jarod with a thoughtful look.
'It's big, the layout is big, I give you full marks for this invisible pretense.'