"How is it, have you figured it out? Lord Harvey."

When Locke appeared again in the living room of the meeting, the three elves in the room had returned to their previous posture.

Lothama still looked at him seriously, which made Loch feel a little nervous for no reason. Even... there was a little excitement, the excitement that could determine history.

"I'm sorry, Lord Rothama," Locke bowed slightly to Rothama, and then said with a firm look on his face, "I can't promise you anything, nor can I make any effective promises on behalf of Lordaeron."

The expression of Rothema in front of him was still serious, but Locke passed by him and saw Hadurun's handsome face full of disappointment.

As for the magician behind, he had a sneer on his face.

"I am just a local lord of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and I do not have the right to negotiate with my country. Therefore, I cannot make any promises. Although, I really hope that the friendship between our two countries will continue."

Rothema looked at the determined human noble in front of him, but how could he not hide the disappointment in his heart? His eyes passed over Locke and looked at Norris standing behind Locke.

Norlis, I made such a decision after listening to you. You know, the parliament has always been unfavorable for this meeting, and they are not even willing to send people to attend the talks.

This human being does not have the ambition you mentioned, otherwise... he would agree immediately.

"In fact, I went to this great country this time in hopes to get some support from the elves who are willing to avenge the Scourge. But I didn't expect that I would be treated so grandly, which was far beyond my imagination."

After thinking about it, Locke decided to tell the truth. Treating people with sincerity will always leave a good impression.

"Personally, including some of our country's lords, they also agree that your country can fight side by side with us again. Of course, there are no oppositions, on the contrary, they are very powerful. However, I think I will convince them."

The atmosphere in the room made the elves a little embarrassed. Locke's intentions and Norlis' activities here made them mistakenly think that humans want to fully repair their relationship with them, and then send this human noble to serve as a bridge of talks.

But this is not the case.

Except for Lothama, Hadurun and the Magister were both a little angry and a little disappointed.

Especially Hadurun, the unconcealable disappointment on his face could no longer be concealed. He asked depressedly, as if he had no strength in his body, "You are so sure that our people will join you?"

"General, whether you believe it or not, many people will volunteer to assist Lordaeron with your orders or not." Locke's clear voice echoed in the living room, "Because hatred is the most tormenting poison!"

"And what I want to do is to provide these elves who are scattered to Lordaeron with a channel of revenge. Provide them with services within their power to ensure that they can go further and further on the road to revenge."

According to incomplete statistics, during the entire war of the disaster and the undead, the scattered elves fighting on the lands of Quelthalas to Lordaeron were extremely numerous, and many could form several fully corpses of human legions.

There are all professions here, some of them take revenge for other reasons.

"But, as Lord Lord of Lordaeron, I think I must explain it to your country while doing this to avoid unnecessary trouble. After all, there are some misunderstandings between us. So, this talk came into being."

Seeing that Rothema's brows were so frowning that he could hang a bottle, Locke changed his mind and continued to speak.

"But now, I've changed my mind!"

"Oh? What is it?"

Locke's words made Hadurun recover for a moment, and he asked first.

"As I said just now, there are many voices inside us, and they clearly realize that only when we and the early covenant in ancient times, we help each other. This war of undead that swept across our countries can end as soon as possible."

"But what is more helpless is that our royal family, the last heir of the Minaishire family, is still missing. Lord Rothema, can you understand what I mean?"

A ray of light flashed across Rothema's one-eye, and he nodded his head in a vague way.

"Because there is no king, no one in our country can decide whether or not we can do it. Therefore, some of our policies require all lords to discuss and decide together."

"So, please give me some time, Lord Rothama," Locke said affirmatively to Rothama, "let me return to Lordaeron and convince them that I don't think the covenant between us has been interrupted. Now it's time for us Lordaeron to make something for our allies."

"But we don't have so much time for you." Lothama pondered for a while and said slowly, "Tell you something, Lord Harvey. Sylvanas has sent someone to contact us. She promised to contribute to her former motherland."

“She will help us defend the entire southern forest.”

"But what is the price? Lord Lothama." Locke stared at him tightly, "Sylvanas is no longer the Ranger General of Quelthalas in the past. She has become a banshee dominated by hatred. Will she still remember that her country, Quelthalas, was Las, is a question."

"But she was once the Ranger General of our Quel'thalas." Hadurun interjected, "You are more unreliable than others, you have betrayed us!"

Locke's mind was spinning quickly, trying to convince them that they could not accept Sylvanas's assistance, otherwise his efforts would be in vain.

However, Locke deeply admired Sylvanas for reaching his tentacles here even after such a bad start.

This female elf has many ambitions or ideas.

"I deployed scouts in the Silver Pine Forest and the Tirisfalinland, once told me that they had found orcs in and out of the ruins of Lordaeron. Do you know what this means?"

Now, Locke can only start from the tribe. The damage the old tribe had caused to the elves was something that the Quelsa Aris elves could not forget.

"This is impossible! Sylvanas will not accept the help of orcs!" Lothama flatly denied Locke's statement, "She will not forget the harm the tribe once did to us! As long as she was once a Quelthalas elf!"

"Will it be, what we say here is not the final word. The decision is in her hands, and she is now the leader of a country." Locke shook his head and denied Lothama's remarks. "If it is not, then tell me why Sylvanas lets the orcs go in and out of the underground city that belongs to her?"

"As the supreme leader of a country, I believe you may have known that the tribal orcs who crossed the sea to the continent of Kalimdo have already gained a foothold there. They have pulled the Taurus of Mogaole and the Dark Spear Troll into the tribe. And now appearing in the Forgotten City, what does it mean? Do you really not understand?"

"If you really accept her aid, if she joins the tribe, then what should you do when she asks you to join the tribe??"

Locke's analysis made the elves in the living room fall into deep thought.

"In contrast to the tribe, the Alliance did not really fire Quel'thalas. As long as you want, you will always be a member of the Alliance."

"So, please give me some time to go back and convince our lords."

Lock looked at Lothema and Hadurun behind him and said sincerely. He was probably the one who wanted the elves to stay in the alliance among so many people standing in this hall.

This is too great a benefit.

"Of course, during this time of unity in our country, I will convince our great lord, Lord Alexandros Moglani, and Baron Terosos, and then, with their support and help, to send a certain army to Quelthalas to assist our allies, to get out of the difficulties."
Chapter completed!