When Angma returned to the residence of the Blood Elves Envoys, Romans was counting the magic books brought from Quel'thalas. The living room was filled with magic books piled up into hills, on the table, on the chair, on the sofa... there was almost no place to stay.

These books include the pinnacle of the research on high elves' arcane. From the advanced theory of large portal construction to the basic energy-shaping spell casting techniques, there are many more. Now Prince Kelthas has generously helped Dalaran's allies.

Although Dalaran gathers the top mages of all mankind, his foundation is still slightly insufficient compared to the high elves who have inherited the ancient night elves and have been constantly innovating and specializing in the magical way for nearly 7,000 years.

The help these valuable research results can be comparable to that of an elite legion. Because there are a large number of spells in it, they are constantly explored and practiced by high elves in the years of war with the Amani trolls. They are completely in line with the needs of war and can just make up for the shortcomings of Dalaran's magic research.

"Are you back? Help me organize the books. Put the magic book in this red bag and put the theory book in that green. Remember not to mess it up, otherwise the magic seals with different attributes on it may cause the Aura disorder due to mutual repulsion, causing a small-scale explosion." Romans noticed Angma behind him, said to him, and continued to sort out the books.

For some reason, the prince's most trusted follower looked a little sad.

"This is Quel'thalas's most precious wealth," Romans picked up "On the Stable Frame of Arcane Structures", and like caressing his own lover, touching its metal cover, his eyes became blurred, "Are we really going to give them all to others now?"

"Sir, under the threat of the Burning Legion, there has never been any 'other', ahem!"

Angma carried a heavy ancient book that was half the size of a table to the table, making a "bang" sound, dust rolling around, causing him to cough twice.

Romans waved his hand, summoned the breeze to sweep the dust away, and chuckled, "You are always so selfless. You haven't had the chance to ask you, why did you give those two magical tools to the Silver Hand and the human bishop?"

Angma replied without hesitation: "Because they all have a lofty sense of mission. The same is true for Dalaran. He will eventually transcend the shackles of the camp and stand on the front line of defending Azeroth and fighting evil. Supporting their cause is to support ourselves."

Romans sighed: "But there are many people who object to your own initiative - come and throw this book into the green bag - including the members of the Silver Moon Council."

Angma took over "On the Application of Illusion in Forest Guerrilla Warfare" and snorted coldly: "Sir, I shouldn't have said it, but you must know that when the race is alive, what we need is a long-term leader, rather than a group of parliamentarians who can only talk big and keep their political interests in the ivory tower. They will only set obstacles for the prince."

"Just like Baron Sutherill?" Romans burst into tears.

Angma nodded affirmatively, "Just like Baron Sutheril... By the way, I went to find the night elves, and they will help us restore the vitality of the holy tree."

"Young people like you are always too cynical and despising authority..." Romans was still immersed in the topic just now, and suddenly turned around the next second, staring wide, "What?"

"I went to find the Night Elf Ambassador, the Great Druid of the Senario Council: Van Dal Deer Helmet, he promised me that the Druids would help us." Angma had to put down the work at hand and repeated it again.

Romans looked at Angma for a while, as if he had just met him.

"How did you do it? Our night elf relatives have never been so easy to talk to," Romans suddenly frowned, "Boy, you won't promise anything to them, are you?"

Angma shook her head, "Sir, the night elves are not as rigid and dogmatic as we imagined. When they heard that our forest was about to die, they immediately agreed to my request, and their concept of arcane changed. I even felt that taking this opportunity, we could let go of our prejudices against each other, and bilateral relations could enter a new honeymoon period."

"It's not that easy. Since they exiled our ancestors, the cracks could not be closed." Romans curled his lips and reached out to bring the broken hair that had fallen to the front of his face to the back of his head, and finally wiped his head off.

Each era has a corresponding cognition. The Well of Eternity attracted the attention of the Burning Legion. In fact, even without the "leading" of the upper elves, the demons will eventually invade Azeroth through various means. Because the magic fluctuations of the Well of Eternity even spread to the twisted void far away at the end of the universe, it has little to do with the "abuse" of the ancient night elves.

For a long time after the end of the Ancient War, the surviving night elves felt that their abuse of the Well of Eternity and Arcane Magic was the culprit that led to the arrival of the demons, and thus banned the use of all Arcane Magic.

This is somewhat a bit of a waste of food, but in that era, it is indeed a normal reaction after suffering the consequences.

A group of upper elves, led by Dasrema Sun Chaser, who had resisted Queen Azshara, were unwilling to give up the magic method. They were eventually sentenced to exile by their compatriots and came to live on the Eastern Kingdoms continent, and began to be known to the world as the name of the higher elves.

The night elves do not like these relatives who have learned no lessons, and the high elves do not like stereotypical and pedantic relatives living on the other side of the endless sea. The differences and barriers between the two sides have become deeper and deeper over the long years, and it is difficult to reconcile.

But Angma always felt that if there were any tribes in this world who could be called a profound understanding of justice, it would be the night elves, because the night elves who believed in the moon goddess Elune and the druids who believed in nature were really too upright.

These relatives will be good allies.

However, even a time traveler like Angma doesn't know how to repair the diplomatic relationship between the two sides that fell below the freezing point, which is too difficult.

Romans suddenly turned his face and said to him in a very serious tone: "I will order someone to report this to His Highness the Prince later. You have done a good job, but remember, don't make any decisions without asking for instructions next time... Go to meet the night elf envoy, you should at least inform me."

Angma nodded quickly.

"Okay, don't worry about these books. Dalaran has to start the summit two hours in advance, so go and prepare."

...

At dusk, Angma arrived at the Violet Fort with the members of the World Regiment, and several polite receptionists led them to the short-distance portal in the central hall on the first floor.

The venue was selected on the top of the platform that can enjoy the view of the city.

Since each envoy can only go up to two people, Romans took Angma and after crossing the portal, the two came to the top of the tower.

The circular platform on the top of the tower is open air and empty. It seems that the Blood Elf Envoy was the first to arrive; the platform has already been placed on tables and chairs, with flags of all ethnic groups and countries inserted behind it, and the table is filled with fruits and water. The outer edge of the platform is an exquisite carved fence. In order to prevent someone from falling, a magic barrier is also added as a double layer of protection.

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the sunset falls on the earth, but the sunlight shining on the platform passes through the magic barrier and is no longer dazzling. Standing on the edge of the platform, you can see the whole picture of Dalaran.

It seems that the weather is getting better, the visibility is excellent at this time, the air is clear and the field of view is transparent.

Looking around, the ruins of the Lordaeron Royal City on the north shore of Lake Lordaermil are more desolate in the bloody sunset.

"Do you know why they have to start the meeting two hours in advance?" Romans asked.

Angma was puzzled, and Romans whined at the ruins of Lordaeron. "The fog had just dissipated. For those who had never faced the terror of the Scourge, they had to stand here and take a look at the ruins of the heroic city and understand everything. This was much more powerful than words."

The slight explosion of teleportation spells sounded behind him, and the two of them turned their heads and looked at him when they heard the sound.

The envoy of the Night Elf has also arrived, the big druid Vandal Deer Helmet with green beard and green robe, and a female night elf wearing a white sleeveless robe and an excellent figure. She is like a black panther walking through the dense forest, with her every move and gesture extremely elegant.

She must be Sandy Yuyue.

Tyrande's adopted daughter, general of the Sentinel, the night elves are the most powerful and powerful women.

After seeing Angma and Romans, Vandal actually nodded to them.

Santis Yuyue glanced at the two of them indifferently, then turned her gaze elsewhere.

Taurus Ambassador Hamuel Rune Totem followed, gave Angma a kind smile, and then whispered to the Great Druid.

But why did his hands rub his stomach?

Slight explosions rang one after another, and envoys continued to arrive at the platform under the leadership of Master Dalaran.

Before leaving, Angma took a look at the list and corresponded the names on it one by one with the envoy in front of him.

The Grand Duke of Bervar Fortagen, with a tiger-backed and bear-backed waist, a thick beard, and a formal dressed-backed and golden lion-headed emblem, stood behind him a handsome and decent aristocratic young man.

The Grand Duke soon noticed the ruins of the Lord's Royal City across the lake from here. He looked at it with a serious expression for a while and sighed heavily.

When Angma first saw his name on the list, he was puzzled. How could this important Duke, who had a strong position, go north in busy official business? Later, when he thought about it, the Countess Katrana Presto, transformed by the heart-warming Onyxia, was "helping" Storm Kingdom to handle government affairs. With her in charge of all kinds of affairs, the Duke was relieved to be ten thousand.

Hope Archbishop Fao goes to the Storm Kingdom and find a way to ask his former disciples about the Blade of the Dark Empire, which will not attract the attention of the Black Dragon Princess Onyxia.

The Bronzebeard Tribe ambassador of the Kingdom of Kazmodan came up with the dwarf ambassador. When he saw the ambassador of the Wildhammer Tribe who arrived first, he laughed and said, "Hello, brother!"

The two of them punched each other in the chest, made a "bang", and then hugged them hard.

The ambassador of the Kingdom of Kurtiras was a weak young man. He did not talk to anyone and walked to the fence to see the scenery.

As Romans said, the envoys soon noticed the ruins of the Royal City of Lordaeron to the north, no longer whispered or looked at each other quietly, and their expressions became heavier.

"Everyone, welcome to Dalaran."

An old but confident voice sounded behind everyone. Everyone turned around and saw that Anthonydas had appeared in the center of the venue at some point.

The leader of Dalaran nodded slightly to the envoys of all countries and ethnic groups and said, "The threat of the Burning Legion is imminent. I call you here for discussion..."

He suddenly stopped talking, narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes fixed somewhere, and his face looked very ugly.

Angma followed Anthonydas's gaze and saw a huge black crow flying from the distance. He soon arrived near, walked straight through the magic barrier outside the platform, and landed on the platform.

After landing, the crow turned on the spot, and the smoke rose all over his body. The smoke dissipated and turned into a middle-aged mage wearing a dark cloak and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

"You can't stop the Burning Legion, and the demons can't be defeated in this land!"

Angma's mind was shocked, Medivh? Why did he come?
Chapter completed!