With a holy smile, Alaya slowly landed in front of the sentry captain.
"Hello, mortal." After secretly reciting the lines he had memorized for a long time, Alaya said with a holy smile, "I hope it's not too late for us to come."
The sentry captain opened his mouth, but in the end he said nothing.
What should I say at this time?
Moreover, what else is left in my mind at this time?
The captain of the sentry is not a high-ranking noble who has seen a lot of the world, nor is he a calm and wise archmage. He is just the captain of a sentry team of only twenty people. The rare experience of facing the gods directly makes this man who has never seen many great people...
The captain's brain was in a certain degree of confusion. Stepping forward was an instinctive move driven by his duty as captain, but after completing this instinctive move, he suddenly found that he didn't know what to do in this kind of situation.
What should be the reaction in the situation.
After holding it in for a long time, the captain of the sentry finally choked out two words: "...Hello..."
As soon as the words came out of his mouth, the captain of the sentry felt that he really regretted it. It was such an important occasion, such a precious experience, and as the first blood elf to talk face to face with a god, he actually held it in for five minutes when facing an angel.
What a waste it is to say such a sentence! This is simply as wasteful as rushing all the way to the main store with a lifetime VIP gold card inlaid with gold roses, only to only get a bowl of cold vegetables!
Alaya didn't know how upset the tense-faced sentry captain in front of her was feeling. She felt that she was in a huge crisis...
I forgot...I actually forgot the lines I had prepared!
This is really an unbelievable situation. The memory storage capacity is almost unlimited, and the data processing capacity is equivalent to 10 million ordinary Xiling apostles. The world's arbitration agency, Miss Angel Alaya, actually gave a total of only a dozen sentences to
I forgot only one sentence! I am afraid that even the best Xiling technicians could not analyze the reason for this situation. We can only attribute such a wonderful development to the extremely off-line character of a certain person and the laziness of a certain person.
The author is extremely irresponsible... Ahem, I didn't say anything...
Seeing that the atmosphere we created was about to dissipate in the glare of a crowd member A and a stupid angel, I couldn't help but remind some fool of his lines through the mental connection, when a large group of people came from the distance.
The sound of running interrupted the awkwardness.
A group of blood elves with high status judging from their clothing were galloping in from a distance under the protection of a group of guards. From the red chocobos underneath them, it could be seen that they were an army belonging to the blood elf royal family.
Guard.
Alaya looked at the blood elf team that was coming over. The distinctive mounts under their bodies reminded the silly angel of a certain creature he had seen on TV when he was on Earth. The images of the two creatures flashed in his mind.
After repeated overlaps, Alaya said out of nowhere: "...ostrich?"
Forget it, at least Alaya was right this time...
Along with a burst of flying dust, a male elf wearing a gorgeous red mage robe stopped a dozen meters in front of Alaya. If you didn't look at the figure, this shining figure would almost be mistaken for a woman.
The handsome guy turned over neatly and got off the bird. He couldn't help but glance at the huge battleship not far in front of him that gave off a sense of oppression. He was stunned for a few seconds before he came back to his senses. He must have seen it from a distance, but he was actually there.
After that, he was still startled by this huge air battleship, but soon, this man, whose temperament seemed to be extraordinary, regained his composure, and he made an elven gesture to the angel in front of him with a look of respect.
Universal etiquette.
"Dear Divine Envoy, thank you very much for your help."
The handsome male elf said in a respectful but decent tone. From this point of view, this elf must have experienced big scenes, because not everyone can face a legendary creature.
They could still maintain such calm, but because the other party did not wear any conspicuous noble decorations, and under the current situation, most of the blood elf nobles have given up on their gorgeous but useless and troublesome
Extremely aristocratic etiquette, we can't tell each other's identity and status through clothes.
The male elves' respect for Alaya is what we expected. Although the blood elves' reverence for gods is not as good as that of other races in this world, it does not mean that they are a bunch of arrogant people without faith.
Standing in front of such legendary existences as "gods", even the blood elves will show enough respect, not to mention these gods are so powerful. I believe that anyone with a higher IQ than the table will know what to do in this situation.
What kind of attitude does it show?
What's more, just now, we resisted the tide of hundreds of thousands of undead for them.
Okay, I admit that the hundreds of thousands of undead army that went berserk in advance were actually driven over by the frontier class... But that was an accident, wasn't it?
In fact, the blood elves did not refuse to join the Salvation Army. They just could not accept the fact that they were fighting in the same camp as the humans who had just expelled their king and indirectly caused the destruction of the high elf kingdom. Moreover, when the human messengers arrived
When Silvermoon City invited the blood elves to join the Salvation Army, the undead in the Land of Ghosts were in a quiet period, and Silvermoon City also entered the reconstruction stage. Everything seemed not that bad, which also made the blood elves underestimate the impending disaster.
, they thought that the human messenger was being alarmist.
But this time, hundreds of thousands of undead besieged the broken defense line of Quel'Thalas, which made the blood elves finally realize that it seemed that the catastrophe was really coming...
Under such a reality, many blood elf nobles who were originally firmly opposed to joining the same camp as humans have wavered. Although the hatred of destroying the country is as heavy as a mountain, it would be a bit silly to destroy the entire race just for the sake of anger x
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Therefore, after seeing what was happening outside the great barrier through arcane magic, Kael'thas decisively led his personal guards to the place where the God's Battleship landed to greet him.
That's right, Kael'thas, the handsome old elf guy standing in front of Alaya wearing a gorgeous red robe, so handsome that he even wants to put mousse on his eyebrows is the famous Kael'thas.
In the original plot, in order to revive the entire race, it ended up going astray and summoning Kil'jaeden, the tragic prince of the toilet.
But now that we have a hand in it, the story that had to be told between Kael'thas and Kil'jaeden-the Toilet probably has no chance of happening.
The arrival of Kael'thas relieved the embarrassment between Captain Sentinel and Alaya. The former finally breathed a sigh of relief. Facing a super big man like "God" for the first time made him really nervous. As a result, he can see now
Prince Kael'thas, who usually made him unable to breathe, actually made him feel relaxed.
Maybe something to divide
We hovered the battleship at the edge of the Land of Ghosts to guard against the undead that might invade again at any time. Then we collectively transferred to a small troop carrier and followed Kael'thas's guidance to the legendary beautiful and magical Elf King City - Silvermoon City.
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If you ask me what impression I have of Silvermoon City, it would be - ruins.
The disasters suffered by Quel'Thalas in this world are far more serious than what I learned in the "plot". Arthas' iron hoof almost completely destroyed this once beautiful country. I can't imagine what's happening before me.
Those dilapidated towers and houses with only broken walls are the once glorious and elegant Elf City. Between these ruins, pairs of eyes full of panic and fear focused on us, making us feel extremely depressed.
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And all of this is thanks to the former human prince Arthas.
Looking at the ruined city and the disabled blood elves civilians everywhere, I finally understood why they flatly refused the invitation to join the Salvation Army with humans.
"Looking at this, it is impossible for the blood elves to rebuild their city for at least a hundred years. As for the revival of the entire race..." Sandora said through the spiritual connection, "Their population has even dropped to the level that can support the development of a race.
Near the cordon... I don't think they have a chance to regain their glory."
"Don't underestimate this race. The elves with their long lives and outstanding magical talents are not easy to perish. Moreover, they will soon receive help from their allies."
I cast my gaze behind me. A figure covered in a large cloak was slowly following us. Although I couldn't see the other person's expression at all, I could still tell from her slightly messy footsteps.
The latter's mood was turbulent.
Sylvanas, is this your former home...
"The Scourge took away everything from us," Kael'thas led us as we walked through the devastated ruins of Silvermoon City. The baptism of war forced this once proud and noble king of the blood elves to take on the responsibility of living with his people.
Together we have the heavy task of rebuilding our home in the ruins. "The once glorious and powerful High Elf Kingdom now has only a wreckage and less than a hundred thousand embarrassed refugees. Now the people of Sin'dorei can still afford to fight for the army of God."
important task?"
Kael'thas said it tactfully, but everyone present was not a fool. His meaning was very clear. The blood elves were already too busy to take care of themselves and could no longer provide any support to the Salvation Army. What they needed now was help, not sacrifice for the gods.
Such an illusory honor.
"The people of Sin'dorei will be glorious again," Lin Xue suddenly said, "You will still stand in the future world of Azeroth."
"This is our prophet," I introduced. "What she sees is your future destiny. Now, I hope you can provide us with some help. Don't worry, this will not require you to make any sacrifices."
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At this moment, a small figure suddenly ran over and interrupted my next words.