A human appearing in Deatholme naturally drew the attention of the High Elves who lived there. After all, it had been a long time since any humans had entered the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, let alone one personally accompanied by their lord and Prince Tyrel.
Tirion Fordring, who had never before visited the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, was also stunned by its beauty. It was completely different from the human kingdoms.
Especially after arriving in Deatholme, Tirion finally understood what a High Elf city was like. The buildings constructed with magic could only be described as marvels of craftsmanship.
The greatest difference between High Elf cities and human cities was their spotless cleanliness and perfect order.
"What is that?" Tirion spotted an enormous tree unlike anything he had ever seen. Its crown reached into the clouds, and a temple had been built around its trunk.
After thousands of years of human development, such immense and ancient trees had become difficult to find within the human kingdoms. After all, humans did not share the elves' reverence for nature.
Tyrel smiled and explained, "That is Mother Tree Sas'aral of the Quel'dorei. She existed before we ever came to this land. No one knows how many tens of thousands of years she has lived. Her trunk is as hard as steel, and her fruit contains powerful Arcane Energy."
Even Tyrel had been utterly shocked when he first saw Mother Tree Sas'aral. This ancient tree covered nearly half of Deatholme beneath its canopy. It could be called the oldest and largest tree in the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas.
"This may be the perfect place to retire, Tyrel. I truly cannot think of anything more I could ask for," Tirion Fordring exclaimed as he stood on the terrace of Tyrel's lordly estate, taking in the beautiful view of