Chapter 130: Three Queens

Hand of Tyr, in the hall of the lord's castle, when a group of five high elf envoys waited a little impatiently, and were about to ask the human guards and those human nobles who were also waiting around, a man wearing Lordaeron Kingdom cavalry style plate armor, but black and gold with a bearded man striding out from a small door at the back of the hall.

"I am the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Osmar Garithos, the supreme commander of the Hand of Tyr, and also the highest surviving military officer of the Kingdom of Lordaeron so far!"

Garithers stood majesticly in front of the lord's seat in the lord's castle hall of Tyr's Hand, his calm eyes swept across the entire castle hall. Five high elf emissaries from Quel'Thalas in front of the hall.

Garithos discovered that there was a male elf among them. He was wearing an exquisite elf-style tight-fitting uniform, a blue-purple protective headband on his forehead, and a big red cloak with a high elf golden badge on his body. Apart from a narrow sword that was more decorative than combat, he didn't have any extra weapons. Presumably, this male elf should be the leader of this group of high elf envoys, and he must be the ambassador of the Quel'Thalas Kingdom this time, right?

And the four who followed him were also dressed in the exquisite ranger leather armor of the high elves, with long swords at their waists, and a long bow and a quiver on their backs. It seemed that they were just his four guards?

Tut tut!

Garithos began to laugh in his heart. From this point of view, it's not just the humans in the Kingdom of Lordaeron who are miserably mixed up, these high elves from Quel'Thalas are probably also close to being exposed, right?

Otherwise, the high elves, who always value ostentation, are arrogant and look down on humans, probably would never have sent such shabby five elves riding a dragon eagle south as envoys this time!

If according to the past, if these elves with long ears still have the confidence, they will send at least one or two thousand elite ground troops to escort the envoys, and then forcefully pass through the ravaged area of ​​​​the undead natural disaster, and directly pass through the elf gate in the north. Did you type it out?

"I am right here, now, please state your name, the messenger of the high elves of Quel'Thalas! Then, explain your purpose of coming, you must know that I still need to arrange various affairs to fight against the undead natural disaster, recently It's been very busy for a while, and I don't think there will be much time to receive you here."

snort! Garithos snorted coldly in his heart. His sense of elves has never been very good, so he continued to look down at the other party arrogantly, and said some very rude diplomatic language in his mouth. He needed this Slowly test these elves with long ears.

really,

After hearing Garithos's rude words, except for the leading elf who was the envoy, who only frowned slightly, the four high elf rangers behind him all looked displeased, and almost didn't appear on the spot. He turned his face and bowed his bow and set an arrow, and shot the Garithos above a few arrows.

"Respected Grand Marshal Garithos, my name is Halduron Brightwing. I am a ranger lord from the high elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and I am also the special envoy to the Kingdom of Lordaeron this time."

After Halduron Mingyi tilted his head and gestured to the four rangers behind him to be calm, he began to take two steps forward, explaining his identity in a neither humble nor overbearing tone, and began to stare intently at the main steps of the castle hall. Garithos, Grand Marshal of Lordaeron, Halduron knew from the tone of the other party just now that this human Grand Marshal seemed to have some prejudice against the high elves.

This time, Halduron was ordered to go to the Kingdom of Lordaeron to undertake the important mission of Queen Sylvanas, to find an alliance with the surviving human forces, in order to jointly fight against the undead natural disaster and the upcoming demon army Instead of coming here to compete with human beings or to add to each other.

Therefore, as a plenipotentiary ambassador, no matter what kind of unfair treatment he has received from humans, he must keep calm at all times. enemies, especially when the enemies are all around.

"I came here this time to present two important credentials to the Kingdom of Lordaeron on behalf of the High Elves Kingdom of Quel'Thalas."

Speaking of this, Halduron Brightwing carefully took out two rolls of exquisite parchment from the bag on his back, which were covered with wax that was sealed with the special seal of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas.

Originally, this kind of credential should be submitted to the king of Lordaeron, but everyone knows that the king of Lordaeron is dead, or was killed by their own prince Alsace... ...So, now it seems that it can only be handed over to the highest-ranking Marshal Garithers, right?

"This one is an invitation letter from the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas to you."

Holding the parchment in both hands, Halduron handed it to a human lieutenant beside him, motioning him to hand it over to Grand Marshal Garithos standing in front of the lord, and then continued to speak.

"Two months later, when New Silvermoon City is built, the new queen of our high elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas will soon take the throne. At that time, if you wish, you can send envoys to New Silvermoon City to observe the ceremony."

In about two months, the new Silvermoon City of Quel'Thalas located in the former Darthwether Bay will be preliminarily completed. By then, the basic municipal works and the Queen's Palace will be completed. When Her Majesty Queen Sylvanas of the high elves officially ascended the throne!

Now, the relationship between the high elves and the humans of Lordaeron, although there was some unhappiness due to the fact that the previous King Anasterian withdrew from the alliance first. But in any case, the two sides can still be regarded as friendly forces. For such a major event as the queen's enthronement, they must come to inform each other. This is one of the purposes of his mission to the Kingdom of Lordaeron this time.

Another Queen? Hearing this word, Generalissimo Garithos couldn't help but frown, muttered inwardly, and his eyelids twitched. Since earlier today, after he received Dathrohan's letter and read the contents, he became particularly sensitive to the word queen!

So now, when he heard again what Quel'Thalas' envoy, this Halduron, said about the queen, his eyelids twitched in Garithos' eyes! Let's see, this belongs to the Queen of Fire and the Queen of Elf, maybe, plus the upcoming Princess of Lordaeron, that Kalia, maybe it will be a Queen of Lordaeron again? When did the region in northern Lordaeron suddenly become so yin and yang?

And, most importantly, if Garithos remembered correctly, Quel'Thalas shouldn't have any female royal princesses or other important members who are eligible to inherit the throne, right? The only one with this status is Prince Kael'thas, and now, these long ears of their high elves are going to make some kind of queen ascend the throne. What is the situation?

So, puzzled, Garithos hurried forward and snatched the so-called credential from the adjutant's hand. After confirming that the wax and seal on it had not been tampered with, he broke the fire with his hands. Qi, opened the not-so-long credential and began to quickly browse through ten lines at a glance.

"The knight lord of the high elves, Ambassador Halduron Brightwing! If I remember correctly, the prince of your high elves should be Kael'thas? Sunstrider?"

Garithos quickly finished reading the volume of invitations written in the common language. It was clearly written on it, not only the name of the new queen, but also the specific date and arrangement of the other party's enthronement.

"Since your King Anasterian died heroically fighting against the undead natural disasters, why is this Sylvanas? Ms. Windrunner who is about to take the throne now? You want to send a letter to Kyle Where is Prince Sass? I am very puzzled by this! I hope to get a reasonable explanation from you, otherwise, I will order to congratulate you! Because, our Kingdom of Lordaeron will never Establish any diplomatic relations with a group of conspiring usurpers!"

After finishing speaking, Grand Marshal Garithos handed the credentials to the very curious Valdemar with a look of resentment. The person beside him is actually the nominal lord of the current territory of Tyr's Hand. However, after he, the Grand Marshal of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, came here, he, Garithos, began to be in charge of military and foreign affairs. After all, his position was much higher than that of a local lord on the border.

Now, Garrisus said that he was surprised and angry when he saw the so-called invitation letter!

It stands to reason that even if the new king of the high elves of Quel'Thalas came to the throne, it would be the heir of their Sunstrider court! Now, what is going on with this Cirvanas? Isn't she General Ranger? What about Prince Kael'thas? No matter what, the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas is not yet the turn of this Windrunner to claim the throne, right?

If it turns out later that these high elves really usurped the throne, then he, Garithos, will never waste time with these elves anymore! He will definitely order directly to expel these unknown "diplomatic ambassadors"!

Although he, Garithos, is usually arrogant, paranoid, and even a little stubborn, he also has his own ambitions, and he really wants to be a great hero of the alliance after successfully expelling the undead and recovering Lordaeron, and even mix with Lordaeron at that time A new king of the Kingdom of Lun is not out of the question!

However, Garithos will never be a despicable usurper, nor will he deal with a group of despicable usurpers! This not only involves his basic principles of life, but also concerns his honor as a veteran knight of the Kingdom of Lordaeron!

"..."

Hearing the words of the human generalissimo, Halduron Mingyi and the four rangers behind him couldn't help being a bit dumbfounded and surprised. They don't understand, are these human information channels so blocked? It's been so long since what happened in Dalaran, and they humans still don't know about it?

However, after thinking about it more carefully, Halduron suddenly realized.

After all, as far away as Dalaran in the Hillsbrad Hills and Eastern Plaguelands in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the two sides are too far apart. It will take ten or twenty days!

What's more, the current Kingdom of Lordaeron must have almost completely fallen. From Dalaran to the Hand of Tyr, it is necessary to pass through the ravaged and occupied areas where countless undead natural disasters are rampant. Therefore, it is almost impossible to transmit information from the ground!

It is even more difficult to send messages by magic. With the heavy losses in Dalaran, it is estimated that no mage can think of sending information to the Grand Marshal of Lordaeron who is far away in the hands of Tyre, right? Do they know that Garithos still talks a lot about Tyr's Hand?

At that time, the reason why their high elves were able to get the news at the first time was because the survivor of the high elf ranger tried his best to beg a Dalaran mage he met who also survived, so that he could barely pass the news to the first time Back to Quel'Thalas. Thinking about it this way, if Halduron didn't say anything, it would probably take a long time for these humans to receive the news of Dalaran's destruction, right?

"I'm afraid you have misunderstood, respected Your Excellency the Generalissimo, our high elves are not usurpers, and none of the elves thought of being a usurper. All this is because we have obtained the most accurate information... "

Speaking of this, Halduron was sad for a while, he needed a little time to ease his sadness, and now he had to bring up this incident again.

"Our Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, the great Prince Kael'thas, died gloriously in the Battle of Dalaran... Of course, it also includes most of the mages in Dalaran, as well as your human beings. **Master, Your Excellency Antonidas..."

"It was at that time, on the day when that terrifying big demon came, Dalaran fell! It was that terrifying big devil who did it. According to reliable information, that big devil, he easily destroyed it. In the whole of Dalaran, after the death army of the undead natural disaster swarmed in, the last lucky survivors are estimated to be less than one out of ten..."

Since these humans don't know the news yet, Halduron doesn't mind telling them in advance now, so that they will think that Her Majesty Queen Cirvanas is a usurper. Very unfavorable, this is not what he wants to see.

Moreover, Halduron did not want the human world to have any disputes over Queen Sylvanas' ascension to the throne. After all, this matter was the result of the expectations of all the high elves, and he could not allow these humans to stain Her Majesty's reputation!

"What! There is still such a thing?!"

After hearing the words, Garithos suddenly stood up from the main seat. No wonder, no wonder, since he learned that Arthas led the undead army to attack Dalaran, he has not received any news about Dalaran. Any news on the battle!

Even if he had already ordered the mages in the army to send a magic message to Dalaran to inquire, it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any response from the other party. Regarding this matter, he had always been suspicious and had a very bad premonition! Now, after hearing the news from the high elf messenger, everything before finally makes sense...

So, Dalaran, the magic capital of mankind, has fallen again? Moreover, this time they lost so badly? Could that big demon be the terrifying aura that he and Dathrohan could feel that day when they were in the Flame Canyon? Garithos still remembered, at that time, what did the dreadlord say? It seems that the big demon is called... Archimonde? At the same time, there is...the Burning Legion?

If this is the case, then the changes in the kingdom of the high elves and the imminent enthronement of their Queen Raoshizi all become reasonable.

This is very important news. He, Garithos, decided to end the meeting with these high elves envoys first, and send someone to notify those senior officials and military officers to come to the meeting! They must formulate relevant defense plans for this matter. Who knows whether those demons and undead natural disasters will suddenly attack here?

"Okay, I take back my inappropriate remarks just now! Regarding this matter, perhaps our information has been a little delayed. Therefore, regarding the enthronement of the new queen of your Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, our Kingdom of Lordaeron We will keep an eye on it, and at that time, we should also send some envoys to watch the ceremony on a griffin!"

Since he was legitimately inheriting the throne, he, Garithos, didn't bother to point fingers. After all, it was a matter for the high elves, and it had nothing to do with the humans of Lordaeron.

"Then, Your Excellency Ambassador Halduron, what is the second thing you high elves do when you come here?"

Garithos has already seen another piece of parchment in the other party's hand. Presumably, it should be the second thing the other party plans to negotiate, right? After getting the news from Dalaran, he has already become a little impatient, and he doesn't intend to waste precious time here anymore!

"This second letter of credence is about our new queen of the high elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas, Her Majesty Cirvanas, who intends to re-establish a friendly covenant with humans, establish an offensive and defensive alliance, and jointly deal with the undead natural disasters, and The imminent threat of the demon army! This is the letter of intent for alliance written by Her Majesty the Queen, please read it!"

Halduron didn't know that the real name of the descending demons was actually the Burning Legion. Now, their high elves usually directly refer to each other as the demon legion.

"Well……"

Garithos took the parchment, opened it with a frown, and read it quickly. He just wanted to say something to express his opinion, but struggled for a while, and finally had to sigh.

"I'm sorry, Ambassador Halduron, I cannot agree to the establishment of an offensive and defensive alliance between the two sides!"

Shaking his head, Garithos took the roll of parchment, tapped it on the palm of his hand, pondered for a while, and finally shook his head and rejected the other party's request, but he didn't say anything dead.

According to his own thinking, Garithos actually didn't want to form any offensive and defensive alliances with these repeated high elves. After all, it was their King Anasterian who was the first to leave the alliance at that time, and the impact it caused was very bad. In addition, he himself had a lot of opinions on the elves. If he could make the decision, he would probably directly Refused?

"Why is this? Although it's a bit offensive, but respecting Your Excellency the Generalissimo, I really can't figure it out. The alliance between the two parties is a matter of mutual benefit. Under the powerful threats of undead natural disasters and demons, whether it is you humans, or It's us high elves, neither side can match it alone! The alliance between the two sides is a matter of great benefit and no harm, why do you refuse like this?"

Seeing that things were going in the worst direction, Halduron no longer cared about etiquette, stepped forward and began to speak loudly, with a trace of questioning tone in his words.

"Hmph! That's because it's not up to me to decide whether to form an alliance with your high elf kingdom now! Princess Kalia of our Lordaeron kingdom will come to Tyre in a few days. Hand, maybe you can stay here for a few days, and then you can personally submit this alliance proposal with our future Queen of Lordaeron?"

Because he was very dissatisfied with the other party's tone, and Garithos didn't have a good impression of the elves, so he directly threw the Queen Quel'Thalas's handwritten document about the alliance back into Halduron's arms, and directly With a cold snort, he turned around and left!

"..."

After silently watching the other party leave, Halduron's face was also a bit unsightly. This human general is too arrogant, and he seems to have some kind of stubborn prejudice against elves. It seems that he doesn't like them, high elves? Fortunately, the other party's words didn't seem to be too harsh. There seems to be room for maneuver in the matter of forming an alliance? Moreover, there is actually a surviving royal princess in their Kingdom of Lordaeron?

"Mr. Ambassador Halduron, the Generalissimo may not be in a good mood today, so I may be a little offended, I hope you don't mind too much! By the way, let me introduce, I am Valdemar, from the Hand of Tyr current lord."

"Anyway, Her Highness the Princess of Lordaeron Kingdom has not arrived yet, and it may take several days to arrive here. I just took a look. You must be very tired after flying here from Quel'Thalas. Right? It's getting late now, how about I arrange accommodation for you first, so that you can rest and adjust for a few days?"

Seeing the Generalissimo leaving, as the real owner of Tyr's Hand, Lord Valdemar had no choice but to go forward and try to ease the atmosphere with a haha.

Valdemar is more optimistic about the alliance with the high elves again. After all, both sides now have common enemies and face common threats, so there should be no big disturbances. It is nothing more than waiting for the arrival of Her Royal Highness the Princess, to agree to this matter, and to exchange documents of intent with each other, and then find a time to sign a formal covenant.

"Then, I have to trouble Your Excellency for the time being."

Halduron nodded and agreed to the other party's arrangement. Now, the matter of forming an alliance is the top priority of the new Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, and he will never leave here so easily before he gets a definite reply from the other party.

...

At the same time, on the continent of Kalimdor on the other side of the endless sea, Thrall, the new leader of the orc tribe, and the orcs he led were not doing very well recently.

The orcs here in Kalimdor were not warmly welcomed by the aborigines here, but were harassed many times instead. When they started to cut down the forest, planned to build houses and fortresses here, and planned to settle down in this new continent for a long time, they began to be attacked by some aborigines in the forest and those elves with strange purple skin and long ears. All of a sudden, the loss was very heavy!

Especially under the leadership of the four-legged demigod of the forest, those strange elves not only severely damaged the orc troops many times, even Grom Hellscream, the most heroic warrior in the tribe, and his troops The Warsong Clan was defeated steadily by that demigod, and even lost several times!

Then, the orcs were also surprised to find that their attacks were unable to harm the powerful demigod of the deep forest. Whether it was knives, axes or bows and spears, they were unable to cause any effective damage to the opponent. After defeating countless brave warriors, the people finally found out in despair that their new tribe could no longer see any hope. The enemy was stronger than they expected. It seemed that the defeat was already doomed...

Because of this, Grom Hellscream has been very depressed recently. Not only did their battle with the night elves in the forest not go smoothly, but they also suffered a lot of losses recently. Moreover, Grom had to admit, The fierce attack he was proud of actually couldn't do any harm to the forest demigod with four legs!

No matter how he slashed at the opponent's body with his battle ax Bloodhowl, no matter where he slashed, he couldn't hurt the opponent at all... On the contrary, there were several times when he was almost seriously injured by the opponent's counterattack. Up to now, coupled with the curse of the residual demon blood in his body tormenting him all the time, depression and depression seem to have become his only choice for Grom now, and he no longer knows How to maintain the war is really meaningless! He really didn't know how to defeat an enemy who was not only powerful but also invulnerable...

"Grom! There's some great news! I think you'll want to hear it!"

A strong warrior of the Warsong clan walked up to Hellscream, who was squatting on the ground and dejected, holding an ax as big as a door.

He had just been patrolling in the forest and found a mysterious troll witch doctor, who even told him that it could make the orcs defeat the enemies in the forest and the powerful demigod! Before the other party left, it also showed him the specific location of the solution!

As a soldier, although he himself was puzzled, how could he encounter such a good thing just by going out? However, in the current situation where the orc tribe is retreating steadily, it seems that they have no better way, so he is going to tell the leader of their clan the new news, perhaps, they can go to the troll witch doctor to instruct place to take a look?

Anyway, things won't get any worse. What if what the other party said is true? Moreover, trolls have never dealt with elves, and they have a deadly feud! Regarding this point, the orcs knew about it when they were in the Eastern Continent. Thinking about it this way, perhaps, this matter is very likely to be true?

"Good news? What good news can there be now..."

Grom raised his eyes, muttered dissatisfiedly, then picked up the wooden bowl next to the campfire, raised his head slightly, and drank the offal soup in the bowl in one gulp.