Tyrande, who had waited for half an hour, was very dissatisfied with Sharlayan and his party's unpunctuality, but after all, she had also served as the racial leader of the night elves for a long time, so the political sensitivity she should have was not lacking.
Sarlayan's words with a gun and a stick made her raise her eyebrows slightly. She no longer pursued the issue of being late, but instead focused on what Sarlayan said was an "eye-opener."
"...Forget it, come with me, Malfurion has been waiting for your arrival."
Quel'Thalas summoned reinforcements from thousands of miles away, and this favor was hugely owed. Even Tyrande, who had a bad temper, could not show off to Sharlayan for a trivial matter.
Moreover, judging from what Sarlayan said...it seemed that he had discovered some important information during his half-hour delay.
The treehouse office building in front of us is more than ten meters high, and Malfurion's office is unsurprisingly located on the top floor.
[Look, isn’t this also a manifestation of class? 】
[It’s almost done, don’t hold on to it all the time, business is more important.]
Chancellor Stormrage, who has a lot to handle, did not hesitate to move his office from Nordrassil to the front line. From this, we can see the seriousness of the Naga invasion.
When Sharlayan saw Malfurion, he was still busy handling official duties. The secretaries around him were quick to help sort out higher-priority documents and deliver them to Malfurion's desk.
Feeling Sarlayan's majestic life breath, Malfurion continued to sign the administrative order without raising his head.
"Salay'an is here? Could you please wait a moment while I handle these urgent documents first?"
Sarlayan was speechless and turned to look at Tyrande beside him: "You just keep Speaker Stormrage busy from morning to night? Where are the others?"
Tyrande smiled bitterly and spread his hands: "I would like to help, but..."
Tyrande, who looked a little constipated, did not finish her words. Judging from her unwilling expression, Sharlayan probably guessed the reason.
'Isn't it only a disservice to me to dislike you... ha.'
Several core members of the Dark Night Parliament have their own work to be responsible for.
Fandral is based in Northrend and works hard to open up new territories for the night elves.
Maiev is mainly responsible for intelligence work. She travels around the night elves' extremely vast territory all year round, and it is easy to see no one.
Garrod, who is in charge of military work, also came to Estorante Port and is still directing the battle on the front line.
In terms of combat effectiveness in the sea, the night elves are indeed no match for the Nagas. Thanks to Jarod's several ingenious ambushes, the occupation was reversed, and for the time being the Nagas, who had the upper hand, could be kept in the sea and unable to approach the land.
Tyrande's job is to manage the belief system of the moon god Elune, but after many examples of being more and more helpful, temple managers from all over the world can only jointly submit a letter requesting Chancellor Stormrage to let the high priest take command remotely.
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To put it bluntly, it was a tactful suggestion that Tyrande should not act like a boss who pretends to understand.
Tyrande was very angry at the contempt of her subordinates. She was a naive and fun-loving person who had no idea of her abilities.
At first Malfurion was kind to comfort him, but with the large-scale invasion of Nagas, Malfurion's workload increased again, and he was no longer in the mood to pamper Tyrande, so he agreed with various Moon Temples with a stroke of a pen.
A joint request from the high priests.
In this way, Tyrande Whisperwind, the high priest of the Church of the Moon, was temporarily sidelined and turned into a mascot who could only talk nonsense.
This is also why Tyrande, who is a member of the Night Parliament and the High Priest of the Moon, can spare her free time to greet Sharlayan and his party in person, because she has nothing else to do.
Malfurion was so busy that he could fly, but Tyrande was so idle that he grew lonely, which makes people sigh with emotion at how different the world is.
Since Malfurion was still busy with urgent matters, Sharlayan didn't want to rush him, so he just found a seat to sit down and wait patiently.
After another ten minutes, Malfurion breathed a sigh of relief and put down the pen in his hand.
"We'll be here for the time being. Your distinguished guest and I have something important to discuss. You can go and rest for half an hour."
The secretaries who were also too busy hurriedly put down the documents in their hands: "Yes, Speaker Stormrage, please pay attention to your health."
"Hey~"
After all the secretaries left, Malfurion, who had heavy dark circles under his eyes, leaned back in his chair tiredly and sighed.
"Fortunately, I can use the power of life to warm my body. If this kind of work intensity were placed on other people, I'm afraid they wouldn't be able to sustain it for a month."
Sarlayan responded dumbfounded: "There are really so many things that have to be done by you? Can't you share the work?"
"I do think so, and I did try it." Malfurion smiled bitterly and rubbed his eyebrows: "...and then he found a big trap."
Glancing vaguely at Tyrande, who looked a little uncomfortable, Malfurion coughed lightly and changed the subject.
"Let's not talk about this. The little note sent by the familiar didn't explain it in detail. Why are you four here first? Where are the reinforcements?"
Sarlayan shrugged and said: "We are still repairing on the red land south of Azshara. Our fleet encountered some troubles on the way here and it will take some time to restore the condition of the sailors."
Malfurion: "What trouble is it? Is it related to Naga again?"
"Bingo~guessed it right."
Sarlayan smiled mockingly to himself: "I don't know if I really have that much charm. I was sailing on the endless sea of Nuoda, but I was blocked by Vasqi's people."
"Vashj?!"
Before Malfurion's face could change and he asked in detail, Tyrande screamed first.
"Where is that bitch?! Did you kill her?"
Sharlayan looked sideways at Tyrande: "What? Do you have a grudge against her?"
"Uh~"
Recalling the humiliation she suffered at the hands of Vashj after being thrown into the Eternal Palace by Xavius, Tyrande clenched her fists and gritted her teeth.
"It has nothing to do with you! Just tell me where she is!"
"Cough~"
Malfurion was also speechless at the attitude of his irritable elder sister Tyrande: "My dear, watch your words. This is not the attitude of asking for help. Sharlayan is not your subordinate."
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"I didn't keep her. To be precise, Vashj just sent me a test on Azshara's order. There was no real bayonet sighting in that ambush battle covered by the storm."
"As for Azshara's true purpose... I still don't know."
"Aisshara..."
Malfurion's eyes became profound: "Is she really instigating this massive invasion of Nagas?"
Sarlayan shook his head: "Chancellor Stormrage, you can just use these words to deceive ordinary people."
"If this large-scale invasion was really initiated by Azshara, why did Vashj, her confidant, not appear on the frontal battlefield, but instead took the time to go to the sea to stop me?"
"This...is true."
Malfurion frowned slightly and said: "Is there any information in it that I don't know? When did you and Azshara have contact? Why did she give you the so-called test?"
"This is a long story."
Sarlayan took a deep breath and explained: "In a nutshell, my parents have been lurking in Nazjatar, the underwater capital of Naga, in recent years in order to investigate the situation of Enzos."
"I have never met Azshara directly, or even communicated through the air. She probably learned of my existence through my parents' relationship, and then followed the clues to investigate my deeds."
"Perhaps she has expectations for my abilities and position... Of course, this is just my guess."
Sarlayan calmly looked at Malfurion with a scrutinizing look on his face: "I personally speculate that this Naga invasion has nothing to do with Azshara's will. It was caused by the ancient god En'zoth bypassing her.
"
"Speaker Stormrage, I have a question. If it involves core secrets that are inconvenient to talk about, you don't have to talk about the specific situation, but please at least give me a positive answer."
Sarlayan narrowed his eyes slightly, stared into Malfurion's eyes and asked in a deep voice: "In this land...or in other words, does the night elf family preserve anything that can attract En'Zoth's attention?"
Malfurion was stunned for a moment, and then he said with a smile: "The reason why Enzos is targeting the night elves is very simple. You should also want to know it."
Sarlayan touched his chin thoughtfully: "I have indeed thought of it, but because the reason is too simple, I have never been sure."
"So... the guess I gave up at the earliest is actually true?"
Sarlayan felt a little ridiculous: "Enzos, are you really here for the new Well of Eternity?"