After the council meeting ended, Delandon returned to his Mage Tower in a foul mood. Rather than sitting down, the first thing he did was activate a communication spell. A woman's image soon appeared before him.
"Lilian, some bad news. The old man seems to be planning to rejoin the Alliance."
Delandon paid no attention to how beautiful and captivating the woman in the image was as he delivered the news in a thoroughly unpleasant tone.
A light, warbling laugh immediately came from the image. "Hehehe, I thought it was something serious. Judging by that expression, let me guess-did you get into another argument with Kel'Thuzad?"
Delandon turned his head away unhappily and said viciously, "If it hadn't been for you back then, I would never have fallen out with him. And now you're actually laughing at me."
Once the woman had finished laughing, she spoke to him calmly. "Actually, you don't need to worry so much. The old man will definitely join the Alliance. Or rather, all of Dalaran will demand that he join."
Delandon did not understand and gave her a puzzled look. The woman continued, "You need to understand just how much political weight the name Ashira carries. Although Dalaran is a nation, it is also one of Arathi's subjects.
"Now the last of the Ashira bloodline has sent out a plea for help. Do you know what refusing him would mean?
"Think about it. If we really did that, how many people in Dalaran would still support us? Would there be any room left for us in all the human kingdoms? With just a little publicity, this matter would make us traitors to all humanity."
Hearing her words, Delandon soon realized that this was not a matter of choice. There was only one answer.
Once he