When Ye Ting brought Aeldara back to the landing site by the sea, the place had already become a bustling scene. Farmers and warriors were working hard to fell trees and build up the temporary camp.
Everyone was startled when they saw the Night Elf Ye Ting had brought back.
"So this is the long-eared ones' distant relative? Other than her skin color, she really doesn't look much different from the long-eared ones."
Looking at Aeldara, who was shyly holding Ye Ting's arm and following behind him, Daelin spoke in surprise.
"Hmph!"
Just as Ye Ting had expected, upon seeing his distant kin, Prince Kael'thas snorted coldly and left with the elves under his command.
Though they had once belonged to the same race, the conflicts of their ancestors had created all kinds of barriers between the High Elves and the Night Elves.
"Are they the descendants of those Highborne who left?" Aeldara peeked out from behind Ye Ting, curiously watching the High Elves' retreating backs. "They're so pale and delicate-looking. They really did fall into corruption under the influence of magic."
Aeldara did not speak loudly, but neither did she make any effort to avoid being heard.
The High Elves had clearly heard her assessment. Those who had been about to leave all turned back and glared angrily at Aeldara.
That was hardly surprising.
Perhaps because they had lost the protection of the World Tree, High Elves were not only paler than Night Elves, but also shorter and more slender.
After all, while Night Elves had appearances similar to High Elves, they were generally a head taller, even comparable in stature to Draenei and Trolls.
But Aeldara had gone too far by saying that to their faces.
Sure enough, Kael'thas was the first to snap back. "That's still far