The King's Decision
In the office hall of Sunfury Spire, Anasterian is sitting high above Phoenix Throne, with the brilliance of Arcane in his blue eyes staring at the MPs of Silvermoon Council. He is no longer young, and his hair and body under the gorgeous clothes are already pale, but his voice is still loud and powerful.
"My congressmen, Quel'Thalas is facing a problem now. You have just heard what the problem is. Now, I want to hear your suggestions."
"Your Majesty, I think the Trolls in the forest are our main enemies at present. As for the Kul Tiras issue, I think Alliance will be willing to give us an explanation!" A red-haired congressman stood up.
"We are no longer a member of the Alliance, and Alliance is not trustworthy at all. Among Second War, they failed to live up to our expectations. Because of their poor defense, Eversong Woods was ignited. Too many of our people died in that battle. Kul Tiras must be responsible for this crime." Another silver-haired congressman jumped out to retort.
"That's because we failed to fulfill our promise and provide them with appropriate help when they needed it. They have no obligation to stop Orcs for us. As for this conflict at sea, I think it may be because we broke away from the Alliance..." Another congressman stood up to refute, but he was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"Conflict, you call this a conflict? This is a crime. So far, no less than ten of our ships have been robbed by pirates at sea, with losses of more than half a million gold coins. How many of these pirates are pretended by those Kul Tiras people?" The silver-haired congressman interrupted the congressman so irritably that he paused for a moment before adding.
"As for you saying we didn't fulfill our promise, our promise was made to Empire of Arathor. Even if Empire of Arathor split, we still gave them a volunteer army when they needed it, Alleria brought the Ranger troops to support them, but they put Orcs into our borders. When Eversong Woods was ignited, where was Alliance?"
"Okay, Oth'run, put away your anger, we need solutions to the problem, not anger." A blond Elves spoke out to calm down the anger of the silver-haired Elves.
"We are the people of Quel'Thalas. The first thing we have to do is to ensure the interests of Quel'dorei. That King of Lordaeron is now playing tricks to share the management of concentration camps with other countries. expenses, and the Kul Tiras people are plundering our merchant ships. These things all prove that it is the right choice for us to withdraw from the Alliance." A female Elves stood up.
The question of whether it was correct to withdraw from the Alliance was like the key to open the conversation. Many MPs stood up all of a sudden, or opened their mouths to defend, or angrily accused, or made noises with each other, and roars and words flew under Sunfury Dome.
"Quiet." Anasterian rubbed his hot temples, closed his eyes and let out a deep roar. Sunfury Dome's words suddenly fell silent.
"My congressmen, I need a solution to the pirates Trolls and Kul Tiras." Anasterian opened his eyes, looked at the red-faced people, and reiterated his needs.
"Your Majesty, as of now, Forest Trolls has made changes, and they have shown controllable behavior. Moreover, unless we are prepared to die more than half of our people, there will be no solution." The silver-haired Oth'run said.
"So?" Anasterian looked at the silver-haired Elves Oth'run who was extremely angry just now.
"I think all we can do now is strengthen the army. Forest Trolls has now shown controllable symptoms and has signed a non-aggression agreement with us. However, this battle will not end permanently. Maybe we can wait for some suitable opportunities by then, but we can no longer take no precautions like Second War did before."
"Well, what about Kul Tiras?" Anasterian looked at Oth'run and nodded reluctantly. Although it was all nonsense, at least it still made some sense. Amani could only drag it.
"I think this matter can be solved by using Trolls. The border issue between us and Trolls has been solved, but the border between Trolls and humans has not been solved. We may be able to use some diplomatic methods to make Trolls go south..." The Arcane light in Oth'run's eyes seemed strange.
"This is a stupid plan, Oth'run. Your idea is hopelessly stupid. The people who are in conflict with us are the Kul Tiras people at sea. You let them go south and cause them to conflict with Dwarves and humans. This is of no benefit to us." The red-haired congressman spat.
"Yes, although we have withdrawn from the Alliance, it does not mean that we will be enemies of mankind. Oth'run, once your method is known to mankind, we will never be at odds with mankind." The blond congressman also shook his head in rejection.
"..." Oth'run looked at everyone who spoke out against it in an instant, and couldn't help but pursed his lips. If the news would leak out, it would be because of you fools. However, he did not say this after all, mainly because he felt that the plan he just proposed was indeed a bit too much.
"Your Majesty, I think it's better to do this! We must find a way to increase the armament of the Quel'Thalas merchant ship and send warships to escort it. This will be beneficial to long-term development, especially since Trolls also has warships." The blond congressman said.
"As for the issue of Kul Tiras's navy disguised as pirates, I think it would be better to send an envoy with evidence and try to resolve the matter through diplomacy." Belovar also said to himself.
"Then who do you think can go?" Anasterian looked at the guys who had been arguing for a long time and finally came up with a solution, and couldn't help but ask.
"Maybe it would be good to let Prince Kael'thas go." Vondelor's eyebrows moved, Anasterian's eyes suddenly widened, and the councilors nodded again and again.
The solution to the matter was reluctantly worked out, and the congressmen left the table one after another. Anasterian was a little tired and sat on Phoenix Throne. He was thinking about his own heart. For some reason, he felt that he was the same as the retired ranger general Lirath, who always had some inexplicable anxiety in his heart.
"Your Majesty." The hurried footsteps came closer. Anasterian opened his eyes and couldn't help but lower his gaze after looking at Elves approaching. Villes Deep Shadow, the leader of the Royal Assassin Group whom he trusted a lot.
"Your Majesty, the latest news is that Prince Arthas of Lordaeron is about to join Order of the Silver Hand. Seven days ago, he went to Ascetic Monastery to invite Archbishop Alonsus to attend the ceremony. At that time, Ascetic Monastery received a group of Trolls, according to witness..."Villes Deep Shadow, as a person trusted by the king, did not need any notification or instructions. He naturally walked to the throne, bowed his head and whispered the news in Sun King's ear.
"My dear Vile, please do something for me and bring Oth'run..." Anasterian was silent for a long time after listening to the report, and politely asked Villes to call Oth'run.
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