Jaina rubbed her temples and looked at the Theramore panorama on the wall of the City Hall conference room in a daze. Ever since Kalecgos "settled" in front of her Mage Tower, she had to move all important meetings here.
"Madam, Kael'thas Your Majesty has arrived." the attendant announced softly.
Jaina quickly adjusted his expression and stood up to greet him. The door of the conference room opened, and Kael'thas·Sunstrider walked in with elegant steps - not so much walking, but floating.
The new Elf King seemed to be shrouded in a layer of light of joy visible to the naked eye, and even his long golden hair shone brighter than usual. It was as if a little sun was burning happily inside his body.
"Jaina, long time no see." Kael'thas's voice contained a lightness that could not be concealed, and the upward arc of the corners of his mouth almost broke through the elf's usual elegant boundaries.
Jaina suppressed a smile, "Congratulations on your coronation, Your Majesty Kael'thas. You look, uh, radiant."
"Please call me Kael'thas." The Elf King waved his hand, but the smile on his face became brighter, "Yes, my father finally decided to abdicate." He lowered his voice, like a young man sharing a secret, "To be honest, I thought he would rather die than surrender."
Jaina raised his eyebrows. "Is the abdication ceremony very exciting?"
"With the well water you provided, most of the nobles are on my side. Only a few fossil heads still claim to maintain the tradition of Quel'dorei." Kael'thas recalled the situation at that time, and his expression became serious again, "Between bread and tradition, elves, like other races, will make the right choice."
He pointed to the new crown on his head. "The newly made one is based on the style of Stormwind City. Ann from Vali over there thought it was very honorable and agreed to a low-interest loan."
Jaina covered his mouth and laughed, "You are really the first elf king in thousands of years who doesn't pay attention to tradition."
Kael'thas said disapprovingly, "The people are starving. If we talk about tradition every day, can we make people full? The reason why a king is a king is because he has a country and people."
The two were chatting happily when the side door opened slightly and Deren walked in quietly and congratulated. "Congratulations, Kael'thas, oh, you should be called Kael'thas, His Majesty."
Kael'thas turned around and saw Deren, his eyes lit up. "Deren! My friend! Just call me Kael'thas. My kingdom is extremely weak and needs the support of Theramore."
Deren walked towards the new king and stretched out his hand. "I heard that Old Sun King finally abdicated. He was unable to feed the surviving High Elf. Quel'Thalas's future still depends on you!"
Kael'thas quickly stepped forward and held Deren's hand, "I must thank you for your previous suggestions. Those suggestions were very effective. There were only a dozen or so people who supported me at first. Later, the situation became more and more serious, which made the old guys in the parliament shut up. They finally stood up and forced the old guy to step down."
Deren smiled, "It's just about helping each other. An open and stable Quel'Thalas will inevitably become a very important ally. What's more, you also helped a lot with the ownership of Sunwell last time."
Kael'thas smiled and hugged Deren, as if they had been friends for many years.
Jaina motioned for everyone to take their seats. "Speaking of which, Kael'thas, why did you suddenly come to visit? There was no notice in advance."
Kael'thas sat down elegantly and adjusted his luxurious royal robe. "Actually, I have two things that need to be resolved by Theramore."
Kael'thas spread out a Quel'Thalas map and pointed to several marked points on it, "Silvermoon City only has a population of more than 5,000 people. The remaining areas are very sparsely populated, and the forests and suburban areas are almost uninhabited." His expression finally became serious, and the joy just now was replaced by worry. "It's worse than imagined. We tried to open the no-man's land for human farmers to cultivate, but"
"But Lordaeron is doing the same thing." Deren answered, "The entire Eastern Kingdoms north is facing population and labor shortages. They have all been ruined by Undead."
Kael'thas added, "And High Elf is not traditionally good at farming."
He said with a wry smile, "We can't even feed ourselves, let alone rebuild the kingdom." His slender fingers tapped on the table, "Magic Puppet can help with farming, but maintaining them requires a lot of magic power."
Deren has been prepared. "We can continue to provide a certain amount of Sunwell Water to alleviate Mana Addiction. In this way, you can save Magic Crystal for puppet operations."
Kael'thas's eyes lit up. "This can solve part of the problem, but the food shortage is still there."
"Didn't you get a loan from Varian?" Deren pointed to the Stormwind City mark at the bottom of the map, "It just so happens that Stormwind City has widely used the new Fertilizer in the past two years. Grain production has increased significantly, and he is willing to export surplus."
"You can talk to them on behalf of Quel'Thalas, and the loan can be directly exchanged for food to be transported to the northern territory. I asked Rattlesnake Goblins to cooperate with the transportation. Don't worry, they will accept this business. At present, the north has just experienced Scourge, and Stormwind City still needs the elves in front to prevent the resurgence of Undead."
Kael'thas's expression became complicated. "Ask humans and goblins for help. My father will be mad if he knows."
"But you won't." Deren looked directly into the elf king's eyes, "Because you are a pragmatic ruler. How is he now?"
"Silvermoon City has already lived in seclusion in the forest on the outskirts, with only a few servants I can trust around him. Don't worry, I will send someone to keep an eye on him. After all, Quel'Thalas can no longer withstand any turmoil." Talking about his father, Kael'thas became happy again. The poor child has been a prince for three thousand years, and he is really depressed.
Kael'thas was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed, "You know, Deren? Sometimes I feel that you know High Elf better than I do." He stood up and walked to the window, "I will do what you say. As long as my people can have enough to eat, I don't care who I ask for help."
Jaina smiled happily, "This is the true style of a king."
After talking about these government affairs, Kael'thas brought up the topic again. "There is another thing. I am here to check on the situation of Sunwell. I heard that Sunwell has produced some interesting changes since moving to Theramore? I must confirm that we can obtain well water stably in the long term. This is very important to the stability of Quel'Thalas."
Jaina and Deren exchanged a look.
"You mean that Blue Dragon?" Jaina asked cautiously.
Kael'thas raised his eyebrows. "Blue Dragon? No, I heard that Sunwell's energy fluctuated." He suddenly paused and his eyes widened slightly, "Wait a minute, what Blue Dragon?"
Deren sighed, "It's a long story." He told King Kael'thas about Sunwell's recent love confession from a Blue Dragon.
When I heard that Blue Dragon and Sunwell were together, a strange light flashed in Kael'thas's eyes, and my heart was inexplicably agitated. I tried to stabilize my mood before facing Jaina said, "Now, take me to see that Sunwell. I don't want to care about Blue Dragon. I am only interested in Sunwell's recovery of magic power."
Deren and Jaina exchanged glances again.
"Uh, about this" Jaina hesitated to speak.
Deren simply said, "You'd better be mentally prepared."
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