Chapter 1677: The chance for the unification of the elves
The Throne of Silver Moon City.
Regent Rothema Theron, the great wizard Romans, and the Countess Leah Deline gathered together for a meeting.
The blood elves of Silver Moon City were freed from the puppet, and Rothema immediately blamed Kelthas and temporarily stabilized the situation.
In the two years when the blood elves became puppets, the three free men were incredibly glorious and took the opportunity to accumulate a huge amount of wealth.
After the tribes woke up, the three began to worry about their dominance.
The rule of the Sun Chaser family has lasted for thousands of years and is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.
Although I used all my means to frame Kelthus, paper would not be able to keep the fire. Once the truth was revealed, it would be the end of the three.
Leah Delin opened her eyes wide and said angrily: "I have said a long time ago that although Kelthas is a little stupid and useless, he is self-aware and will not do anything randomly. He can completely undermine him and betray the Sun Chaser.
Family is not good for us.”
Lothama shook his head and said, "Did you forget the reason for our betrayal? Sal has been resentful because of Kelthus, and has offended the orcs, and the blood elves have no place to stand.
As kings, we all have to die.”
"Do you want to forget hatred?" Leaderin gritted her teeth: "The Silver Moon City was so prosperous back then, but it was slaughtered by orcs. One out of ten tribesmen has left. The glorious city of civilization has been reduced to ruins. The unwilling soul of tribesmen.
A painful wandering.”
The great wizard Romans warned: "Please pay attention to your words, the Countess, the Scourge who slaughtered Silver Moon City is the Scourge, the orcs are kind and kind, and Thrall is the great savior."
Rothema advised carefully:
"Leaderine, I know you can't let go of the hatred in your heart, but you must remember that compromise and seek all is the way to survive, temporary patience is wise, now orcs are at the top of the sky, with the support of the guardian Medivh on the earth, and there is in the sky.
The moon god Eluen protects us and we cannot fight against it. The lifespan of the orc is only a hundred years. When Thrall dies, we will be revenge on the orcs."
Romans also said: "The most important thing now is that you cannot let Kelthus come back. The blood elf in Silver Moon City cannot count on it and can only rely on external forces."
Rothema said in a slight slight manner: "There are two ways before us, to join the alliance or the tribe. Although we are long-lasting ally with humans, Sylvanas has occupied Lordaeron and has offended humans, and
The geographical location is not good, my opinion is to join the tribe."
Leadlin sarcastically said, "Are you going to be loyal to our enemies? Crawling in front of the murderer who slaughtered the tribe?"
Romans agreed with Rothema: "We have also conquered many lower races and made them kneel before us, and I agree to join the tribe."
"No, no, I don't agree, Sal will eat ours." Leadrin protested: "Do you want to be miserable taurens, orcs' food?"
Rothama said seriously: "What the tribe lacks the most is the mage army. The magic destroyers in Silver Moon City just make up for this flaw. As long as we are useful, Thrall will not do anything to us."
"You should believe that Leah Delin, Sal will really eat you."
The cold woman's voice came, and the three of them turned around quickly, and Lothama shouted: "Who is it?"
"Lorthema, why, have you forgotten your sir so soon?"
A rotten smell came, mixed with a pungent perfume smell, and Sylvanas appeared behind the three of them.
"How did you come in?" Leadlin asked in surprise. She was responsible for the defense of Silver Moon City, which was a serious malpractice.
Sylvanas smiled and said, "Many of the High Elves are still loyal to me. I have no malice in my coming. I am giving you a clear path."
Romans raised his head and asked, "Wind Walker, are you here to be a lobbyist for the tribe?"
Sylvanas shook his head gently: "On the contrary, I want to persuade you to join the camp of opposing tribes."
"Join the league?" Rothema flatly rejected: "This is impossible. Varian is a cowardly waste, and is definitely not a match for Thrall."
Sylvanas found a chair and sat down, took off the bow and arrow on his back and leaned against the side, and supported his legs on the table.
Although the Queen of Darkness has beautiful legs, when thinking about the undead rotten flesh under the delicate curves, the three of them felt uncomfortable.
"The alliance is useless." Sylvanas said seriously: "The humans in Stormwind City are short-sighted and stupid. They will only lead the alliance to perish. Although Malfurion and Tyrande are also idiots,
They are very cunning and are supported by Moon God Elune, and I am very optimistic about them."
The three of Rothema and the other were inexplicably confused.
Sylvanas leaned forward slightly, his eyes shining brightly, and he smiled faintly: "I know you look down on me, living people always don't trust dead people, but have you ever thought about it, the main force of the Undercity is Silver Moon
I resurrected them after they were slaughtered by orcs."
"What do you want to say?" Romans asked.
Sylvanas stood up and said loudly: "Silver Moon City, the Undercity, the Night Elf, we have a relationship of blood thicker than water. Why don't we unite? At that time, the three-legged world of Azeroth will be in harmony, and our elves will definitely be
They are the strongest. When Moon God Eluen and Medivh lose patience with the orcs, they will be our chance to take revenge."
Rothema's expression moved slightly, and he was obviously touched.
Romans touched his chin and fell into thinking.
Leadrin's eyes lit up and she said anxiously: "I agree, is it just the night elves willing to cooperate with us?"
Sylvanas smiled and said, "In the battle of Mount Haigal, the night elves suffered heavy losses. Illidan, the secret weapon I rely on the most, escaped to the outside world. I will offer conditions that they cannot refuse. Malfurion and Tyrande will definitely
Will agree."
"What conditions?" asked Lothema.
"Resurrect the fallen men of Mount Haigal, recall their souls, and form a legion of the undead." Sylvanas was shocked.
Romans thought for a while and said with concern: "The night elves reject the undead, and I also heard that the fallen men of Mount Hygar became the nourishment for the legion's furnace."
"Even if one soul does not exist, it will be a legion of undeads of more than 100,000." Sylvanas said confidently: "The night elves reject the undead, but what they are more worried about is destruction. The rise of orcs has given them a lot.
Great pressure. As long as Silver Moon City and Undercity join forces first, the Night Elf will definitely have no objection."
Lothama closed his one-eyed eyes and nodded after a while:
"Don't worry about Thrall's cruelty, and he can stabilize the situation in Silver Moon City. This is a good way, I agree."
Romans stood up and said, "Silvanas, you have given us a clear path, I have no objection."
Leadlin said happily: "The elves should have condensed into a rope long ago, we are the masters of Azeroth."
Sylvanas breathed a sigh of relief and smiled: "The three tribe alliance was established, and I am willing to help you expel Kelthas."
Lothama stood up and saw the guests off: "Please give us some time. We need to convince the nobles and the elders. I believe everything goes well."
After Sylvanas left, the three of them discussed again and carefully weighed the pros and cons, but they all felt that there was no problem.
Romans suddenly remembered something: "It's important. Mortal wisdom always ignores something. Why don't you ask Mulu for advice?"