Chapter 1098 The So-Called Circle

In the first year of the Dark Portal, fast travel through the portal was still very unbelievable in most people's minds. With the development of magic technology, directional portal technology has been maximized in the past twenty years.

I still remember that during the first alliance meeting, the kings of various countries still rushed to the meeting by boat and car.

Now the portal is in place in one step. Anyone who can be the leader of a country has to take care of everything every day. As long as it is safe, no one has time to worry about it on the road.

In Teldrassil, Tyrande's confidant Melende was still uneasy: "I wonder if we will be treated coldly by the kings of various countries as we newly join the alliance?"

In fact, naturalists also have such concerns. Fandral Staghelm even publicly stated that Tyrande's behavior was a hot act but a cold one.

However, among the night elves, they still tend to be more inclined towards the Alliance. After all, one side is a pleasant guy with a humanoid appearance, and the other side is either a bone or a green-skinned orc who killed their demigod Cenarius...

However, no matter how much you think about it, nothing is as good as actually going on a trip.

"No." Tyrande smiled softly.

"Yes, Your Majesty the High Priest, what happened recently? I always feel that you are in a particularly good mood and your whole face is radiant."

"Really? It must be your illusion." Tyrande turned her head away secretly, her face flushed: "It's time!"

Crossing the portal opened by the pre-sent Dalaran mage, the night elves only felt a trance, the feeling of space deviation. Since they exiled their compatriots thousands of years ago, they now call themselves the blood of the Sin'dorei. I haven’t experienced it since Elf.

This feeling is very short, only a few seconds.

When they came to their senses, they were already in a wide passage that was not too long, with the teleportation door less than ten meters away.

"Sentinel! Hold up your chest!" Melander's idea was, of course, to show the prestige of the night elves.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, a female figure wearing a blue and white mage robe quickly came up to him.

"Sister Tyrande! We meet again!" The tone was calm and the movements were enthusiastic. Under the gaze of Melander and the sentries, the Queen of Kul Tiras, Jaina, who was wearing the crown, rushed up and gave her a hand. Hugged Tyrande.

The movements were extremely affectionate, like long-lost sisters.

"You are the queen! Pay attention to your image!" It was said to be a reminder, but Tyrande's tone was as if she was doting on her own sister, with the same lack of emotion.

Melander was extremely surprised. They had never seen them so close since the last time they teamed up to kill Archimonde at Mount Hyjal!

In the end what happened?

"Sister, take my carriage!" Jaina pointed to her royal carriage.

"Then trouble sister." Tyrande smiled softly, waved to Melander, motioned for them to follow, and got on the carriage without hesitation.

After all, the magic power consumption of the portal is determined by the volume and weight of the teleportation object. Tyrande did not bring her famous white tiger, so the transportation can only be provided by the alliance.

With the Queen of Kul Tiras, the earliest member of the alliance, leading the way, this is of course perfect for the night elves to integrate into the alliance.

Along the way, Tyrande and Jaina were laughing and chatting happily in the carriage, and they were so harmonious that the curiosity of the sentries such as Maylande was almost full.

Forget it, as soon as we arrived at the newly built Lordaeron Palace, we met Sylvanas, Queen of Sin'dorei, and Ilucia, Queen of Alterac, arriving together.

There was no formal greeting at all, and Ilucia also gave a warm hug when she came up: "Welcome sister to the continent of Lordaeron. After the meeting, you can come to my Nanhai City if you have time!"

Sylvanas came up and gave her a hug as well.

"Sister, we meet again!" Sylvanas' tone was a little calmer, but everyone could see her kindness towards Tyrande.

"Um."

Elves of two skin colors, two leaders embracing each other, are of great historical significance to the night elves who have been closed for thousands of years.

Some of the older night elf sentries have sour noses. After all, the two elves have the same roots. It is purely the difference in ideas that led to the split. Unexpectedly, after the 10,000-year ancient war, the night elves and blood elves would be side by side again.

Compared to the enthusiasm of Jaina and Ilucia, Sylvanas is more reserved, but she and Tyrande have another common topic - shooting. Tyrande is a priest and archer who also has very powerful archery skills.

The two strongest shooters of this era were communicating while walking side by side.

The two queens in front were more affectionate. Ilucia and Jaina were holding hands and walking as if they were going shopping.

Behind them, Melander and the sentries were stunned.

As if they had made an appointment, Duke arrived, bringing Windrunner's eldest sister and third sister with him.

Duke gracefully made an introduction gesture: "Tyrande, welcome to Lordaeron! In fact, you have met the three Windrunner sisters, but please allow me to formally introduce Alleria and Vereesa. , they are now the leaders of the newly established organization [Silver Dawn]."

Sounds fake, right?

there's no way! This is a formal official occasion.

It was obvious that they had met each other sincerely and reached a consensus, but they had to introduce themselves again.

Alleria took Tyrande's hands and said elegantly and generously: "Welcome, sister Tyrande! [Silver Dawn] is a non-governmental organization mainly composed of high elves, with the goal of fighting against the Scourge. But we It belongs directly to the Alliance Command, so if it involves a mission against the Scourge, please be sure to call our sisters."

"We will definitely have many opportunities to communicate."

Tyrande looked at Duke and was about to say something when suddenly a rude and majestic voice came: "Duke! Don't mix in the crowd of women, come and drink with me. This time our brothers must drink and get down. The good stuff in your belly will be tricked out."

The two short winter melons seemed to be rolling over, and they immediately picked up the confused Duke and ran away.

Tyrande was stunned: "That's..."

"Ironforge Dwarf King Magni Bronzebeard and his third brother Brann." Alleria answered.

"Don't worry about those stinky men, our sisters are having a party tonight, remember to come..." Vereesa, the most restless one, came up and whispered in Tyrande's ear.

In interactions between countries, official negotiations are important, but personal relationships are equally essential. If you attend the meeting but don't even have a private communication, then the trip will undoubtedly be a failure.

The entire day of the first and second days was given to the kings to talk privately. It was obvious that Tyrande was not excluded from the alliance's circle.