The Bargaining

"Regent, in what form do you wish to form an alliance?"

Asjiong was stunned for a moment, somewhat confused by what Rayne meant. An alliance was an alliance. Were there different forms?

The Blood Elf could not help sizing Rayne up again with his single eye. With four Saint-Tier powerhouses present earlier, he had overlooked this young human. Only now did he realize that the weakest of them, Rayne, was actually the one in control. The words of that Titan Demigod before he left had also hinted at this.

Even the renowned Ansiwodoss respected his student's opinion greatly.

Asjiong put away his contempt and asked seriously, "Speaker Rayne, what do you suggest?"

"The two sides entering an alliance are equals." Rayne first established the nature of the relationship, then explained, "But that is something that comes after becoming allies. Before that, we need to clarify one thing: why should we become allies with the Blood Elves?"

The regent instinctively replied, "Naturally, to join forces against the Scourge Legion."

"Even without the Blood Elves, we can still resist the Scourge Legion." Rayne replied meaningfully, his gaze drifting toward the two Soul Saint Wizards.

If Elder Sorim and Hellfire were still here, his words would have carried even more weight.

"This..."

Asjiong immediately understood, and anger rose in his heart.

In his view, Wizerland bore at least half the responsibility for the Blood Elves' present calamity.

Eversong City was still counting its casualties, and the exact figure would not be known for another two or three days. For now, it was estimated that at least thirty thousand of his people had died. This included Belova, the Chief Archmage and the Blood Elves' only Spellcaster above Level 30. Highly respected, he had taught nearly every Blood Elf mage and guided them in their