Early the next morning, Nar'thalas City's oldest palace had been cleaned up, just waiting for the nobles to come and start this meeting that was destined to be recorded in the annals of elven history.
The meeting that was supposed to be hosted by Governor Toserin was changed to Blue Moon Dean as the host due to some "accidents".
All the big shots from Sandar Elf, Quel'dorei, and Kaldorei were present, and even Ren'dorei sent General Staghelm as a representative.
They even invited Trolls for the first time.
Princess Talanji, who was originally going to Northrend, stayed an extra day just to attend this "Troll Congress". If Dark Trolls are going to have a meeting, they definitely need the noble Zandalari Troll to record it here.
This is Zandalari Tribe's sacred duty, so it is normal for a Trolls princess to come to attend the Dark Troll conference.
When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone down the ancient palace, Black Crow King and Sun King appeared almost at the same time. They walked into the palace together while greeting each other, but they saw Kael'thas and Anduin Lothar sitting in the corner, yawning and talking.
Sun King is very dissatisfied with his son's disgraceful behavior.
Anasterian stepped forward with a scepter, looked at Kael'thas's dark circles, and said coldly:
"Didn't you get a good rest last night?"
"Yes, father."
Kael'thas whispered:
"I played "Silvermoon City Defense War" with "World Heart" all night, and now my mind is filled with her mantras,
That magical phrase "Mutalisk Rush how to lose?"
"Then you are better than me."
Lothar held a towel to apply heat to his eyes, trying to make himself look energetic. The marshal sighed and said:
"I fought Elwynn Forest's offensive and defensive battles seventeen times, and even commanded Orcs and the elves to fight on the battlefield between Draenor and War of the Ancients.
That feeling was quite interesting at first, but the other party was too good at it, and she lost the feeling after winning. Finally, I let her win once, which gave me a chance to rest."
"Ah? Can this still happen?"
Kael'thas looked at Lothar in surprise and said:
"I won until she broke through the defense and kicked me out of "War Game"."
"What the hell are you two talking about?"
Sun King asked doubtfully:
"Is this some weird popular ritual?"
"This is the war trial of "Saviors", Your Majesty Sun King."
Lothar said seriously:
"Maybe it's because Star Soul Lord hopes to accumulate command experience through simulated wars. In short, that War Game is quite realistic and doesn't look like something a mortal can create.
Currently only me and Kael'thas have been summoned.
Oh, your son is currently "Reserve Savior", Lady Aegwynn said that after Kael'thas removes the threat of Magic Addiction, he can get his own title of Saviors."
"Well, that's good news indeed."
Sun King smiled.
He patted his son on the shoulder with satisfaction and said:
"You are indeed the pride of Quel'dorei. My son, I have heard about Nightsworn. After all, she is a hero of War of the Ancients. Your grandfather will admire her achievements, but in this era, you are already one of the best."
"However, Father, the atmosphere of today's meeting looks a bit strange."
Kael'thas carefully observed the people in the congregation.
He whispered:
"The atmosphere at Nar'thalas City is a bit strange. I heard that some Highborne have already left here. They stubbornly believe that the murder of Governor Toserin was a conspiracy by us and Kaldorei to usurp power.
There must be demons fanning the flames."
"Not just a demon, kid."
Sun King showed a hint of disgust and said:
"There is also Elisande of Suramar who was behind it. She got the news of the death of Governor Toserin from some unknown source. After being suppressed all these years, she finally found an opportunity to fight back.
When I arrived here last night, I communicated with Government Affairs Court Minister Mordant Evershadow under the control of Governor Toserin.
The latter told me that the Nightbornes had begun a full-scale counterattack.
Elisande plans to take advantage of the chaotic period of Nar'thalas City's change of monarch to recapture Suramar and at the same time extend his tentacles deep into the Azsuna area.
This is also the focus of our discussion with Black Crow King today.
Not only must we support Mordant Evershadow to become the new governor of the Sin'dorei elves in accordance with the will of Governor Toserin, but we must also promote him, Aelya Blue Moon and Sandar to form "Administrative Court" of Highborne, so that Highborne can be unified in this era."
Anasterian paused and said to his son and Marshal Lothar who listened attentively:
"This is the first step. The next step is for the three elves to try to restore diplomatic relations and establish unity. I talked with Black Crow King. He plans to complete this matter in two hundred years."
"You elves are too outrageous."
Lothar sighed:
"We humans cannot imagine what chaos would become if we spent two hundred years building unity. Even in my laziest plan, our recovery of Northern Borderlands and the unification of the empire cannot last more than ten years."
"Oh, you've suffered a lot, Marshal Lothar."
Sun King said meaningfully:
"You probably haven't received the specific report from Northern Borderlands yet, right?
You probably don't know the "big things" Lordaron Kingdom did in Northern Borderlands. Restoring the empire is much more difficult than you think, especially after King Terenas has also launched the banner of "rebuilding the empire".
Of course, what he wants to build is "Lordaeron Dragonborn Empire"!
Just three days ago, King Terenas's special envoy arrived at Quel'Thalas, and he formally made a request to my courtiers to take back the refugees.
Do you know what this means?"
Sun King smiled, turned around and left, and said softly:
"You have to speed up, Lothar, otherwise, you will have nothing to do to recover Northern Borderlands's great cause."
Just when Marshal Lothar received the bad news, on the third floor of Nar'thalas City's ancient palace, Blue Moon Dean had just changed into the ceremonial dress when one of her teaching assistants walked in with an ugly face and reported the news to the dean in a low voice.
Blue Moon Dean, who has not been in a good mood these days, became furious after hearing this:
"What does Elisande require all "Suramar Nationality" students to drop out of school and go home? How can she find so many positions for my students?
This is clearly meant to split the inheritance of the Nar'thalas Academy!
She Elisande actually has the nerve to show off as "a Mennar Academy"? No Outstanding Graduate like Shandaral dares to claim to be the successor of the Mennar Academy. She is a lowly graduate who is not an outstanding graduate...:
Ah!
Is this guy trying to deal damage with his face now?
When all the elves are preparing to create unity, will she step out and act as the divider?"
"Here, Dean."
The teaching assistant hesitated and whispered:
"But theoretically, Queen Azshara is in Suramar City, and Elisande declares us traitors in the name of Empress,
We can't even argue with that.
The main thing is that the people will not be on our side."
"That's a false edict! That's a random fate!"
Blue Moon Dean scolded:
"Empress has been sleeping for ten thousand years. How can she give orders? Elisande has the ability to make Azshara stand up and walk along the city wall of Suramar. I believe her lies.
Close the academy immediately!
I will have one-on-one conversations with the students who are troubled. After I finish this meeting, I will go back and decide on the follow-up plan depending on the situation. However, we should really bring some changes to the students."
The dean stood by the window and looked at Nar'thalas City in the sun.
She recalled the restlessness and joy of her dear students on the battlefield in Battle of Mount Hyjal, like a group of little sheep who had been trapped for ten thousand years and finally had a chance to go out for a walk, so they started to have fun.
The sincere desire for freedom on the students' faces makes them not even afraid of war.
Although casualties did occur, overall, the students of the Nathrezim Academy performed particularly well in this Battle of Mount Hyjal, and Black Crow King all praised them.
So after a brief thought, the dean raised his hand and said to the assistant:
"Draw up a plan and tell the students that there will be a temporary assessment next month, and students with scores above 90 will get an opportunity to go out for a "study tour."
Currently, two study tour destinations Quel'Thalas and Eldre'Thalas are temporarily open for them to go to. If you have time...:
Ten years tentatively!
Just think of it as a small break from their ten thousand years of study."
"Dean, the students will be so happy."
The assistant grinned, rolled his eyes and thought for a while, then suggested to the dean:
"The human Marshal Lothar is also here. I heard that the scenery of the human world is completely different from that of elves, so why not include Stormwind Kingdom in the study tour?"
I also heard that human City of Magic Dalaran fell near Stormwind due to some accident, and your student Antonidas was also there.
He will always take good care of the seniors and sisters.
There are also Outstanding Graduate Aegwynn and Medivh's Mage Tower and "Karazhan" for sightseeing, which is also a pretty good study tour spot."
"Okay! Then add Stormwind Kingdom to it. It would be best to form a new tradition."
Aelya Blue Moon remembered the confrontation with the Arcane Academy dean Sarkir that day, she sighed and said:
"We should really strengthen our ties with the outside world, let's start with this study tour."
The howling cold wind blew through the gloomy sky, and the perennial falling snow fell on the northernmost glacier of Northrend in a desolate manner.
Lich King is in a very good mood.
Tichondrius's exile finally allowed him to free his hands and feet without having to endure the dictation from others.
I am particularly happy today because the "treasure" I ordered has arrived, just like a glue man's longing for his wife's glue has finally been delivered to his door.
The three San'layn worked day and night, and finally on the seventh day after Battle of Mount Hyjal ended, they delivered the body of Governor Toserin to Lich King.
The luxurious black coffin was opened, and the lifelike Toserin lay inside. In order to prevent the soul from escaping or being captured by World of Death, a piece of elite Soul Stone was inserted into the heart of the elf governor. Paired with his luxurious white robe, it made him look like he was asleep rather than dead.
There is no doubt about Highborne's demeanor, and Magic Prince's origin makes Toserin worthy of the description of "rich and handsome".
The Necromantic Runes around the ice fixed on Icecrown Throne lit up one by one. In the cold laughter of Lich King Gul'dan, Demon Sword Frostmourne, lifted up by the huge spiritual power, slowly floated in front of the Elf Governor.
The souls of the villains that it took away from the Maw and Soul Steel cages also let out cackles of laughter. These guys were roughly stuffed into the bodies of various Undead. Their evil nature did not care what form they were reborn in. As long as they could continue to cause suffering in the mortal world, it was enough to comfort their madness.
"Frostmourne will have his own sword wielder."
Lich master issued a low roar:
"The artifact of death will begin to harvest the weak in this world. Every individual pierced by Demon Sword will become our slave, and the strong Scourge will eventually raise the hunting black flag.
Wake up, Toserin!
Wake up, Death Lord."
"Bang"
The cold Demon Sword pierced forward, letting the cold sword edge pierce the Soul Stone embedded in the Elf Governor's heart. The cold infusion of the blue Necromantic Power at this moment made the corpse twitch. It was the strengthening and calling from the force, and Toserin's eyes suddenly opened at this moment.
The eyes of the deceased reflected the scenery of another country, turning the cruelty and coldness of the Maw into echoes that struck the soul, forcing him to accept the blessing of this power.
Gul'dan looked at the interaction between Demon Sword and the sword holder, and it was filled with jealousy.
Yes!
If I still had a movable body, if I could still leave this damn throne, I would never give a powerful artifact like Frostmourne to an arrogant mortal.
How could my greedy self allow such a sacred object to leave my hands?
But unfortunately, the unique nature of Frostmourne determines that this Demon Sword must be wielded by a sword holder in order to exert its most powerful destructive power.
It and Helm of Domination are an integrated double-sided artifact.
Demon Sword is used to execute other strong men of the Force and bind them to death, while Helm of Domination can drive Burning Legion composed of those dead.
Only when the two merge into one can Scourge's high-level combat effectiveness snowball. Otherwise, no matter how hard Gul'dan works, it can only create those Undead who are neither good nor bad. There is no shortage of geniuses in this outrageous world of Azeroth. Which of those famous strong men is not a determined person?
The temptation of Helm of Domination alone is not enough to make them embrace death.
"But Toserin·Eldre'Thalas are just temporary sword holders."
Gul'dan said in his cold mind:
"I have my own plans for the "owner" of Scourge.::"
"Oh, really? Tell me."
A familiar voice suddenly connected to Gul'dan's cold mind at this moment, startling Gul'dan who was immersed in the "Evil Play" game.
It immediately recognized who the voice was, and switched to flattering mode in a second, whispering:
"Of course, great the Shaper, I have been waiting for your arrival. I have prepared a summary of my work during this period and am waiting to report to you."
"Tell me your plan first, Gul'dan."
Sarkir is obviously not here.
It must have left some unique "little switch" in Gul'dan's new form before, so that it could suddenly appear here and scare the increasingly lawless dog Warlock.
Gul'dan also knew why Sarkir came, but it was very sensible and did not take the initiative to bring up the topic. Instead, it followed Sarkir's question and answered:
"The reason why I, the humble one, chose Toserin·Eldre'Thalas to be the first sword holder of Frostmourne is precisely because I took a fancy to his identity, the noble the Shaper.
This is a leader with high prestige among Highborne!
As long as we find a suitable opportunity for him to return to Broken Isles, he will surely set off a big recruitment of Scourge in Azsuna!
The best thing is that now that the elves are building unity, there is an alien Elisande who does not intend to play with them. The isolated and helpless Suramar has a heavy treasure.
I fully understand that the elves' Magic Addiction can only be cured by the legendary Arcandor Tree, which means that sooner or later the elves will launch an attack on Suramar!
And that is our opportunity, distinguished master Sarkir.
Think about it, who is sleeping in Suramar and Nightwell?
Haha, Elf Empress Azshara has been sleeping for ten thousand years. She is dead. It's just that the elves don't want to admit it. But as long as we deliver Frostmourne to Azshara.::
Dear Sarkir, don't you want to see Azeroth's biological daughter become the commander-in-chief of Death Force?
When Azshara lifts Frostmourne, who else in this world can resist the influx of death?"
Gul'dan finished talking about his plan.
Two seconds later, it heard Sarkir's heartfelt laughter:
"Hahaha, Gul'dan! As expected of you, I came with the idea of destroying you. After all, your betrayal of Tichondrius violated my bottom line. No one likes to do big things with a smart subordinate.
But your ambitious plan impressed me, you are really a talent for doing bad things!"
The Shaper said with satisfaction:
"Just follow your plan, Gul'dan.
All my disgust for you turned into appreciation at this moment. If you can do this exaggerated thing, I will let you out of your current predicament, send you to Revendreth, and help you seek a high position in the court of Sire Denathrius.
I think Court of Harvesters's petty quarrels are already disgusting.
The tricks of the reapers who represent the will of Revendreth are too outrageous. They need some "evil shock" from guys like you who are afraid of chaos in the world.
The Emperor will definitely treat you well, Gul'dan.
You might become Eternal Ones's favorite, and then it's my turn to fawn over you.
Work hard."
Sarkir said softly:
"I have been ordered to take over the invasion and destruction of Azeroth, and you are my vanguard. I will never treat those who have made outstanding achievements, provided that you can really do what you promised... can you?"
"Of course I can! Master Sarkir, please wait for a moment."
Gul'dan said with confidence:
"As long as you give me some freedom of movement..."
"Tichondrius has been tortured to death by you, aren't you powerful enough?"
Sarkir reminded in a gentle tone:
"This kind of "healthy competition" is best not to happen. I mean, be smart and don't let these bad news disturb my mood."
Understand?"
"Understood! I'd like to send you off."
Gul'dan lowered his eyebrows and sent Sarkir's whispering voice away.
Although it no longer had any organs capable of sweating, it still couldn't help but feel frightened at this moment.
However, Gul'dan's mood improved again when he saw Toserin standing up from the coffin with Frostmourne in his hand and striding toward him angrily amid falling snow.
"Gift"
The beating sword sound was accompanied by a trace of flying ice chips, and the cold Demon Sword wrapped in the faint blue Necromantic Power pressed against the ice of Lich King.
Toserin's blue eyes Spirit Fire stared at the invisible spirit in the ice. During the time-match between the two, Gul'dan whispered:
"Your first mission is to deal with Azjol-Nerub and those Nerubian who are still resisting. I need that underground throne as my flesh and blood suture field and psychic city. Is there any problem?"
Toserin Two strands of long gray hair were flying around his temples. Finally, he put Demon Sword away, his fingers brushed against the cold sword edge, and he said hoarsely:
"No problem, please wait a moment."