High Elves' Arrogance and the Rangers' Predicament

Thus, under the silent pressure of the Night Elves, various major powers were faced with a rather easy choice: continue to purchase expensive luxury goods from those arrogant High Elves who looked down on everyone, or turn to the Night Elves across the sea.

At this moment, the Night Elves waved low-priced products in one hand and held up a big stick in the other, almost shouting, "Are you blind?"

Well, no one was blind, and no one was foolish. Since you High Elves had offended your former suzerain and insisted on playing the rebel, and now the Emperor Emeritus Divine Emissary had spoken, don't blame us for ignoring you. Who would dare not give face to the Divine Emissary?

What? You blame us for betraying the trade agreement? Stop joking. With your meager military strength, if we betray you, what can you do to us? Do you want to bully us with magic? Let's not even mention that our Dalaran is enough for you to handle. At worst, we'll run to the Night Elves to complain. In terms of magical strength, don't their sacred city of Suramar outshine you by dozens of streets?

As for Quel'Thalas, it was in chaos. The Silvermoon Council argued fiercely in the royal court every day. They never expected that their own small actions would provoke such a strong reaction from the Night Elves. Or rather, these nobles had forgotten the ferocity of the Divine Emissary and had misjudged the status and reputation of Divine Emissary Hu Feng among the Night Elves.

The Sun King Anasterian was also filled with anger. He felt his authority had been challenged. "So what if you're a Divine Emissary? You're not the King of the Night Elves. It's already my magnanimity to treat you as an equal! Do the Night Elves still think Quel'Thalas is just one of their enfeoffed territories, and I, the Sun King, am just one of their lords!"

"Enough!" Anasterian slammed the table. The councilors stopped arguing and quieted down, looking at the Sun King.

"I didn't come here to listen to your bickering. How should we respond to the Night Elves' attitude?"

"Your Majesty, I think... the Night Elves just feel that we didn't respect Divine Emissary Hu Feng. I think if we apologize to the Divine Emissary, then..." a councilor said, but was interrupted by the Sun King before he could finish.

"Shut up! It's simply preposterous! I am the Sun King of the Sunstrider Family. It's already good enough that I can face him as an equal! Now the Night Elves are blaming me? Are we still a subordinate territory of theirs!"

Anasterian had forgotten Dath'Remar's instructions and his fear when facing Hu Feng. The blood of the Sunstrider royal family flowed in him, and unless the God of Magic himself appeared, no one could make him bow!

"That's right! The Night Elves have gone too far! Ever since they won the War of the Ancients, they've always felt superior. We will never allow them to insult the honor of Quel'Thalas at will!"

Seeing the Sun King's attitude, the other councilors understood and began to speak enthusiastically. For a time, the atmosphere was lively. Those who didn't know would have thought they were holding a mobilization meeting, about to set off to conquer the Night Elves.

In the Farstrider's dwelling, Sylvanas was indignant.

"Sister, you weren't allowed to attend today's royal court meeting again. Those hateful councilors must be deliberately excluding you!"

Alleria's expression was calm, without any anger. "Isn't it obvious? They think I'm too close to Hu Feng, and they might even think I'm Hu Feng's spy, so they don't want me to attend the meeting. I think they must be cursing Hu Feng right now."

"Hmph, don't they have brains? Our Ranger Corps has always been loyal to Quel'Thalas. How could we collude with the Night Elves to sell our homeland."

Sylvanas waved her white fist. "Besides, they've never valued us rangers. Good things always go to the mages first, and rangers always get the leftovers. If it weren't for those supplies from the Night Elves, we'd have to conserve our arrows! We loyally guard this land, yet we have to rely on external supplies for essential materials! Uh... Sister, I'm not saying Hu Feng is an outsider, I just mean this..."

"Alright, stop talking. I believe His Majesty Anasterian will understand us. Our duty as rangers is to protect our homeland and always hold the front line. Sylvanas, my sister, don't neglect this responsibility for any reason, understand?"

Alleria looked at her sister with clear eyes. The latter, not daring to disobey her sister, nodded somewhat unwillingly.

"However, I've always been curious. How did Hu Feng know that our Silvermoon Rangers were short on supplies recently? It should have been a secret."

Sylvanas shrunk her neck upon hearing this, preparing to disappear slowly. However, Alleria keenly noticed her sister's abnormality and grabbed her. "You've never been able to lie to me. What's going on?"

Sister Sylvanas's face fell, and she had to confess honestly. "Well... I secretly told Aethelus and the others when they were leaving. I said that the Ranger Corps was short on supplies, and Silvermoon City was deliberately suppressing us, so... I asked them to go back and tell my brother-in-law."

Alleria glared fiercely at her sister. "Is there anything else you haven't told me? Tell me everything!"

"That's all! I swear to the forest! Uh... I just exaggerated our situation a little, so... there should... there will be a few more batches of supplies arriving at Sunsail Port... Ah! Sister, don't pinch me! It hurts, it hurts!"

******

Hu Feng leaned back comfortably on a semi-open terrace seat, the sea breeze blowing against him, making him feel incredibly refreshed. The thick fur of a gray bear covered the entire mount, making it feel warm even though the weather was a bit cold.

This was the very top of the Tower of Slumber. Hu Feng had redecorated the top of the tower, expanding a circular terrace around the body of the tower. When he had nothing to do, or when he needed to handle some matters, he would sit here, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the World Tree next door and the sea below, while entertaining himself or working.

He stood up slightly and refilled Aethelus's wine glass with Moonlight Wine. Aethelus hurriedly bowed in thanks, holding the wine glass with both hands.

"Hmph, the High Elves' reaction is not strange at all. No need to pressure them too much, just a little tap to make them suffer a bit. Their inexplicably arrogant demeanor, their stagnant racial diplomacy, who did they learn these bad habits from... Uh... Let's not talk about this, hehe, hehehe..."

Aethelus looked embarrassed. Who did they learn from... Of course, they learned from us Night Elves back then...

At this moment, the information crystal on the table fluctuated, and the two looked over.

"Latest news: Quel'Thalas announced yesterday that it is closing its borders and prohibiting all trade and exchange."