To a certain extent, Quel'Thalas and High Elves are relatively optimistic.
It's not accurate to say optimism. It should be said to be a kind of confidence and peace brought about by natural arrogance.
Quel'Thalas was also affected by the tsunami and earthquake that swept through the entire World of Azeroth, but High Elves said it didn't matter, and each one was calmer than the other.
We are High Elves, what can't we do?
After arranging the giant Rune Stone defense formation that surrounded the entire Quel'Thalas, the High Elvess continued with everything as usual, getting by as they should.
As for Sunsail Anchorage, which was washed to pieces by the tsunami, and those other small ports?
Oh, let it go, I have money, we can just build a bigger one after the tsunami subsides.
Compared with these trivial matters, High Elvess are more concerned about the wedding of their Sun King Kael'thas and Holy Well incarnations Anveena.
Although Quel'Thalas has not actively participated in external international events since becoming a tributary of the Night Empire, Night Elves is standing in front of it anyway.
But this does not mean that they are completely closed off from the world like Gilneas.
Regarding the honorable title "Man of Rijing" given to Kael'thas by the outside world, High Elvess were furious at first, then calm, and finally didn't care at all. Instead, they still have a profound philosophical thought that I, Rijing, am proud of.
Yes, our Sun King is Rijing, but so what!
You don't have a holy place yet! Your holy land cannot be condensed into living things! Hot chicken!
Reasonable and convincing.
Reverse dialectics, nothing to say.
Ever since, High Elvess also started sending invitations.
Unlike that vulgar Lord Oscar, High Elves's wedding was a very small and quiet wedding banquet, and the invited guests were all Night Elves or big guys who had good relations with Quel'Thalas.
According to the elf's plan, Sun King Kael'thas will take his eternal partner Anveena and stand on the high platform of the square outside Silvermoon Royal Court to deliver an elegant speech and accept the blessings of the people.
Afterwards, friends formed their own teams and held small cocktail parties. During the banquet, everyone raised a glass and wished happiness to His Majesty Sun King, who was also having a cocktail party at Silvermoon Royal Court.
Done, call it a day!
The elves had great ideas, but reality slapped them hard.
On the day of the wedding, a large number of reporters flocked to Silvermoon City under various banners. It was a joyous and lively place.
The high-level bosses of the Titan Sargeras and Night Elves clan are naturally on the invitation list.
However, something seemed to have gone wrong. Another group of people who came to eat and drink uninvited also followed Divine Venerable Sargeras's transition team to Silvermoon City.
"Oh oh oh, High Elves's city is quite beautiful! Wife, look! This public toilet is True Qi's!"
Paltrice held his forehead and tried to keep himself as far away from this embarrassing dwarf as possible.
Before the passing High Elves could finish despising this country bumpkin dwarf, the words coming from the other side were even more irritating.
"It only takes me an hour to turn this tiny city of ants into ruins."
After Deathwing participated in Stratholme's brawl, he did not leave immediately. Titan Divine Venerable said that he wanted to replace his Source Armor.
So Lord Wing also came over with Divine Venerable.
"Tsk... Then you are great..."
Behind him, Blue Dragon King Malygos immediately turned on the taunt mode.
"What did you say!"
Lord Wing immediately turned around and glared.
Since Deathwing swallowed himself who merged with the established destiny timeline, both his strength and physical strength have soared. It can be said that he is a well-deserved incarnation of the earth, a super human shield among human shields, and a fighter in melee attacks.
The surrounding High Elvess frowned and stayed away from here. This group of vulgar foreign country bumpkins is so disgusting!
Oscar saw Blue Dragon King and Lord Wing fighting again. Without saying a word, he rushed forward to help the fight with brotherly loyalty.
Silvermoon City The second round begins in the street!
After hearing the news, more and more Spellbreakers guards gathered, although they tried very hard to maintain law and order and stop the three outsiders from fighting in the street.
But these three participants are not good people. No matter how many Spellbreakers you come, they will be knocked down together and the whole thing will be over.
The originally artistic and elegant street was now destroyed by a piece of Misty Valley, as if it had been blown up by a bomb.
God didn't seem to want Silvermoon City to live in peace. In the small square on the street next door to the fight, Tauren Chieftains Band also started their concert.
A large number of fans are gathering there, and a large number of people are passing through this street where people are fighting.
then... A serious stampede happened.
The two dragons were struggling on the ground, and suddenly a large number of people surged past, and countless feet and shoe soles instantly drowned the three participants in the fight.
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Silvermoon Royal Court, the situation here is still under plan.
The invited bigwigs stood in twos and threes in a luxuriously furnished small banquet hall, chatting and laughing in low voices.
"How should I put it... When War of the Ancients was born, it was your ancestor Dath'Remar who secretly rescued me from being captured. Then we escaped together and happened to meet Illidan who came to rescue me, and then met Malfurion."
"Dath'Remar was at fault, but his heart was not bad. After seeing the true face of the Burning Legion, he also made his own fight."
Tyrande took a sip of Moonlight Wine and talked with Kael'thas about his ancestors.
Malfurion, who was invited together, also nodded in agreement.
"Thank you for your fair evaluation. I think Grandpa Dath'Remar would be proud of it."
As he said that, Kael'thas turned around and looked at Azshara who was criticizing High Elves for his bad taste.
"This feeling is really strange. War of the Ancients's culprit is standing in this room. I still don't understand why His Majesty the Divine Emperor wants to save this Light of Lights."
On the other side of the room, Elisande was circling around Anveena, wanting to strip this incarnation of Holy Well naked and study it carefully.
Anveena was a little nervous, but still tried hard to maintain a stiff smile.
"Elisande God Queen... I think we should chat normally for the rest of the day..."
Hu Feng did not attend the reception. Windrunner Sisters took him to visit Eversong Woods and go home to meet his parents.
Windrunner Sisters's parents are still alive and did not die in the battle of Sunwell initiated by Undead Scourge, as was their destiny.
Camp Farstriders is the home base of the Windrunner Family and High Elves rangers. Although the three sisters took a group of rangers loyal to them with them when they left, the rest are still fulfilling their duties of guarding the border.
They are now led by Halduron* Mingyi. Windrunner Sisters's parents have taken a back seat and seldom personally intervene in Ranger Corps's affairs.
Farstriders Outside the camp, Hu Feng took a deep breath.
"I never thought I would see my parents one day..."
"Okay, don't worry about mother-in-law and mother-in-law. Are you as miserable as me? If I become Lich King, my father will definitely scold me."
Queen Sylvanas rolled his eyes at Hu Feng and strode in.
Hu Feng smiled and walked over.
In this chaotic world, it is rare to have a peaceful and peaceful time, so Hu Feng decided to enjoy this long-lost feeling.
Let's talk about other things later.
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