The Admiral
While he was talking, Sanla had followed Ellerithe and Benn to the trestle. There were human soldiers guarding the bridge. They were strong Kul Tiran soldiers. When they saw three people of different heights coming, they fired a warning shot in the air.•´¯`•. 6❾ .•´¯`•
A loud explosion blocked the way, and Zul'ra also simply stopped. Elerethe also stood there with Bei En, shouting to the humans, saying that she was Druid as Cenarion Circle, and King of the Amani Zul'ra Jin wanted to see the owner of Theramore.
Facing the shouts of the female Druid, the Kul Tiras soldiers looked at each other, and then quickly sent someone to inform them. Soon, a mage riding a white horse, carrying a staff, and wearing a white beard and robe walked out to the three of them and asked.
"My name is Tervosh, and I am the mage advisor to Ms. Jaina. Kaldorei, Trolls, tell me your purpose of coming."
"We are here for this war, to see the master of Theramore." Elerethe looked at the old man sitting on the horse who was condescending to him, and raised his face, which was pierced by a lavender-colored pain, and his attitude became arrogant.
"General Daelin doesn't want to meet anyone right now, especially the members from Horde." Tervosh looked at Night Elves, who had a slightly arrogant attitude, and sighed slightly. At the same time, he glanced at Trolls, who was standing there and was much taller than himself.
"Then does he know we are coming?" Zul'ra held the long sword at his waist with one hand and put his other hand behind his back. He raised his eyebrows at the mage on the horse, not understanding his way of rejecting guests.
"Then come with me!" Tervosh looked at the attitudes of Night Elves and Trolls and had no choice but to lead the three of them into Theramore.
The city of Theramore became heavily guarded due to the advent of war. Tervosh took the three people to a castle guarded by soldiers and asked them to stand still. He went to inform Theramore's current leader, Kul Tiras Admiral Daelin·Proudmoore, who had traveled across the ocean.
Tervosh did not come back. On the contrary, a group of about ten soldiers ran back first. They had strong bodies and wore armors with the seal of Kul Tiras's sea anchor. Without saying a word, they used muskets and halberds to force the tall Zul'ra, and called to the guards on the left and right to arrest him.
"What are you doing? We are here as envoys." Elerethe looked at the sturdy humans surrounding them and the human guards who had been summoned. He couldn't help but stand in front, blocking the muskets and halberds and shouted.
"We didn't see the messenger, we only saw Trolls from Horde provoking us." The sturdy Kul Tiras naval captain looked at the two Night Elves, his attitude was a little ponderous for a moment, but he soon found an excuse, the Horde people are enemies, not messengers.
"I came with the will of peace. Since you reject peace, there is no need to say anything!" Zul'ra looked at the strong Kul Tiras soldiers with indifferent faces, and the Lordaeron, Gilneas, and Stormwind who acted as guards, who were relatively thin and had hesitant expressions. They folded their arms in front of them indifferently.
"Peace, you are also qualified to say peace." An angry voice came from the castle. Wearing a triangular captain's hat, a ribbon on his green military uniform, and a machete musket on his waist, the man with graying beard and hair, but still strong and strong, strode towards Zul'ra. Facing the arrival of this middle-aged man, those Kul Tiras soldiers and humans.
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"Why are we not qualified to speak of peace? Are those who disregard Lordaeron and come here to start a war with us qualified to say so?" Zul'ra looked at people with an aggressive attitude, as if he wanted to pounce on his own guy, with a look of deep disdain on his face.
"Zul'ra Jin, please stop your provocation. Sir, you must be the admiral of Kul Tiras. I am Elerethe·Refer Lal, Druid of Cenarion Circle. I have been ordered to mediate your conflicts and stop an unnecessary war."
Elerethe stopped Zul'ra's provocation, and at the same time nodded towards Daelin, who was walking towards him, with a slightly respectful attitude, because she knew that Daelin was Jaina's father, and Jaina was Battle of Mount Hyjal's hero.
"Mediating our conflict? Night Elves, the best way for you to mediate this conflict is to join us in destroying these Horde scum. You have no idea what they have done before!" Daelin had such a ferocious expression that he pointed at Zul'ra, with a desire to eat people.
"Your Excellency Daelin, any hatred will not help the future." Elerethe looked at Daelin with a ferocious expression, and then looked at who was silent. Zul'ra looked a little embarrassed. Although she had not experienced it, she knew that Horde must have done something in the past, but she would not believe Daelin's unilateral remarks.
"Then what will help the future? Peace, that is a stupid and unattainable dream." Daelin despised the Night Elves in front of him, with sadness in his tone.
"Is there your son in the dream?" Zul'ra looked at the sad-looking man and showed a smile. Facing his question, Daelin instantly pulled out the scimitar from his waist and struck it with his backhand. The Kul Tiras soldier on the side also cheered up at this moment, raised his musket and prepared to trigger it.
"Wait a minute." Elerethe looked at the admiral who drew his sword instantly, and couldn't help roaring. Her voice was full of anger. Along with her roar, the Kul Tiras soldiers standing around felt their hearts skip a beat and stopped their movements.
"How dare you mention, mention my son..." Daelin was so angry that he wanted to pull back the scimitar, but the hand on the scimitar changed from pinching to grabbing, which did not allow him to withdraw the scimitar as he wished. He could only stand there and shake the tree with force.
"Stop being so righteous, Admiral, your heart is full of hatred. All you do is provoke a war to retaliate against us. Lordaeron, Stormwind, you never care about their affairs." Zul'ra grabbed the blade of the scimitar with one hand and looked at the struggling Daelin in front of him, his face full of ridicule.
"So what, shouldn't you people pay for my son?" Daelin couldn't pull back the scimitar, and roared as he pulled out the musket from his waist. However, Trolls on the opposite side calmly grabbed the barrel of the gun and pushed the muzzle upward. He pulled the trigger and could only fire an empty shot into the sky in vain.
"So your people, Theramore's people, are actually just tools for your revenge." Zul'ra grabbed the machete and musket respectively, looked at Daelin with red eyes, and then looked at the fat and thin soldiers who were all stunned around him, and asked calmly.
"Father..." A female voice screamed. Daelin, who was about to answer because of his anger, suddenly shut his mouth. Zul'ra also had to let him go temporarily to avoid the two ice picks shot at him.