"May the sun be with you."

Angma stood up and saluted.

The visitor's gorgeous clothes, unique arrogant expression, and the tender and tender followers behind him, his identity is about to emerge - a "big man" who is lofty.

The blood elf has blue eyes, exquisite precious metal hair accessories inserted in the blonde hair, meticulously combed behind his head, and his face was full of disgust that could not be concealed. It seemed that he, who was born noble, showed up in the ruins of this human town full of corpses and stenched with rotten flesh, which was a huge mistake.

He frowned, and his eyes passed by Captain Leas and the commander of the Volunteer Militia Linde in turn. When he turned back to Angma, he looked up and down at his robe covered with solidified blood, and his eyes twitched slightly.

"You are Angma Morningstar?" asked the big man.

Angma nodded, "That's right, I don't know if sir..."

"You just need to know that I am the special envoy sent by the Silver Moon Council." The special envoy held his head high and looked at Angma almost with his nostrils. "It's hard to imagine that you, a young and ignorant boy, can win the favor of His Highness."

The envoy looked around and the disgust on his fair face became stronger and stronger. "When the undead caused trouble to Quel'thalas, His Highness actually sent the most elite troops to the south to support mankind. This war belongs only to mankind and has nothing to do with us!"

"Mr. Envoy, the invasion of the Burning Legion is at stake every race in Azeroth. The blood elves cannot stay out of it-" Angma smiled.

"Stop!" The envoy interrupted him loudly, "How dare you talk to me in such a tone?"

Angma still kept smiling and nodded to express his willingness to listen to the "education".

"Angma Morningstar, your so-called suggestions are poisons that deceive His Highness! You have been removed from parliament, and I will replace your work to assess whether we need to continue to participate in this meaningless coalition of tribes!"

Te pointed at him with his fingers, and then snorted coldly, turned around and left with a group of followers. When passing Captain Leas, who had clenched his fists, he glanced at the latter with contempt.

Although he said that, the envoy did not seem to want to stay in Ambermeer, who was in a harsh environment. After dusting off the dust on the hem of the robe, he immediately left through the portal opened by the follower.

The commander of the Volunteer Militia looked at Captain Leas who was indignant, then looked at Angma, whose smile slowly retracted, and said, "The rulers of your race do not seem to want to participate in our war."

Angma stared at the place where the envoy of the Silver Moon Parliament disappeared, and after a while, he turned around and said to Linde: "No, the Silver Moon Parliament is not the ruling class of our clan, at least not now. It is no surprise that the position determines action."

Lind digested the huge amount of information in Angma's simple words and asked, "Mr. Blood Elf, I'm just a rough man and don't understand the twists and turns in your politics. But what makes me curious is, what do you stand for?"

"My position?" Angma laughed, "Your Excellency, please let me know more about the current situation in the southern part of the Silver Song Forest. I can grasp the situation as soon as possible and present the increase of troops to the prince of my clan..."

Since the death of King Anastarien, the political environment of Quel'thalas has become complicated.

Everyone is doing their best to get out of the predicament of the blood elves.

But that sentence is well said, fart (harmonious) stocks determine the head, height determines the vision, and there are many people with different opinions.

When the coalition of various tribes was formed, some people believed that they should actively participate, because from a macro perspective, only by defeating the invasion intention of the Burning Legion can the blood elves carry out reconstruction work in a relatively safe environment; specifically, once the main force of natural disaster under Alsace is eliminated by the coalition forces, not only the Lordaeron battlefield, but Quel'thalas faces only the unilateral threat of the undead who are large but cannon fodder.

But there is also a faction who holds the opposite opinion, believing that the blood elves suddenly suffered disaster and were unable to send troops to support the war when they closed the door and licked their wounds. Not to mention that this move harms Quel's tangible interests and weakens the strength of the army. The powerful Silver Moon Council is the loyal believers of this faction, but on this basis, they have derived a further proposition: isolationism.

The views of both factions are reasonable and practical, and it is difficult to tell which one is better or worse.

With the help of Stormka brought back by Angma, the Sun-Raging Legion defeated Torvassa, the Silver Hand, and the Church of the Storm Kingdom in the South, and also expressed their willingness to cooperate. The pressure on the blood elves was greatly reduced, and the recovery work was carried out in an orderly manner.

Only then did Prince Kelthas stand up to the public and decided to divide some troops into the war in the south and jointly resist the invasion of the Burning Legion. This move has caused some criticism, including the Silver Moon Parliament, which advocates being out of the matter.

Although Prince Kelthas did not accept the title of monarch, he had essentially succeeded as the king of the Kingdom of Quelthalas. The Silver Moon Parliament, which once had more than ten thousand people, was in charge of the military and political power of Quelthalas. Many veteran members of the parliamentary committee felt that the prince was too young and could not lead the blood elves out of the predicament. It was just because the prince was very famous and was regarded as hope by his tribe members and had no choice.

During the Second War, human allies helped the high elves repel the tribe and defend the southern forest of Quelthalas (now the Ghostland), but in the end, due to excessive war consumption and high debt, they fell into the dilemma of people's misfortune. The reason why the high elves ignored this and quietly withdrew from the alliance was the decision of the old guys of the Silver Moon Council. After that, the high elves were regarded as an ungrateful race.

If the natural disaster did not destroy Quel'thalas, the disadvantages of the decision of the Silver Moon Council would not be so clearly revealed. The Blood Elf has never been so eager for any help from the outside world that can help him get out of his predicament.

But who will come to help the ungrateful blood (higher) elves?

Since the founding of the Kingdom of Quel'thalas, the Silver Moon Parliament has been around for its reputation, and has thus dropped to its freezing point in history and has almost become a criticism for everyone.

Under the operation of Angma, the outside world's perception of the blood elves is improving little by little - but the Silver Moon Council is very disliked. They are indeed protecting the interests of their tribe members in their own way, trying to escape the war in isolation.

Only Angma can make an absolutely clear judgment on this issue: the third war is just the beginning, and future disasters will follow one after another. Even if the soon-to-be-born tribes and alliances are inextricable, they still have to unite to deal with the disaster of destruction.

No race can stay out of it! Unless you are willing to be in a place of peace and be far away from the trend of the times, you are willing to become a third-rate weak race who cannot even control your own destiny.

However, the power of the Silver Moon Council is still there, and the tentacles of power are rooted in all aspects of the blood elves. Prince Kelthas has no choice but to let them win over a large number of "spirited people" and criticize their "wrong decisions" from various angles.

What they do is their business. If they are willing to be a clown, Angma doesn't want to pay any attention to it and is too lazy to stop it.

...

Later, Angma and Captain Leas were ready to return to the Blazer's residence.

There are still many undead limbs that have not been cleaned up on the street, covered with blood and dry pieces of meat everywhere, and the stench is even thicker and more dazzling.

The captain stepped over a broken leg with a black broken leg and asked seriously: "Sir, I shouldn't have asked, but... Is Your Highness really unwilling to send troops?"

"How did you think this way?" Angma asked back.

"Uh," the captain organized the wording, "You have obviously been dismissed, but you will continue to evaluate the feasibility of re-employment. I don't understand."

Angma smiled and said, "Your Highness is Your Highness, and the Silver Moon Council is Your Moon Council. I am the Prince's member. I am not under the jurisdiction of the Silver Moon Council. Do you understand?"

Captain Leas said "Oh", took out a piece of jerky meat, put it in his mouth and bit it.

Angma knew that this lawbreaker officer who specialized in tactics and martial arts, and between His Highness the Highness of the Highness and the Silver Moon Council, was separated by countless mountains, and it was difficult to understand the war without gunpowder between them.

Recently, the differences between Prince Kelthas and the Silver Moon Parliament have developed to an irreconcilable level. Once the decision to send troops to Lordaeron is frustrated, or the war is not going well and the due results are not achieved, the position of His Royal Highness in the people's minds will be seriously affected. As one rises and the other falls, there will be more supporters of the Silver Moon Parliament.

He would not let this happen. The blood elves can never be as proud as before. Times have changed, and there is only one ending of self-confidence: becoming a weak clan.

"Then will we still increase our troops in the Silver Song Forest?" Leas asked suddenly.

Turning around a street corner, a female refugee with several children was squatting down the corner. Seeing Angma and Leas passing by, they immediately got up to ask for food. The dirty children also reached out their hands, and their clear eyes were full of desire.

"Adults, give me some food. My child hasn't eaten for three days..."

Captain Leas didn't think much about it, and immediately took out the little left and put it in the refugee's hand. He swayed his empty water bag twice, and then gave Angma a look for help.

Angma took the water bag and cast a water-making technique, using magic to condense the water vapor in the nearby air. After a while, the water bag was full. He handed the water bag to the female refugee, who squirmed with his chapped lips and thanked him repeatedly, but endured his hunger and distributed the food and fresh water to his children.

"May the Holy Light bless you, thank you, thank you..."

The two left, Angma looked back at the thin children who were stuffed into their mouths and coughed twice from time to time, and asked, "Captain, why do you care so much about these humans? This surprised me."

Angma was very curious, and in his impression, most blood elves were not concerned about what happened outside Quel'thalas.

Leas sighed: "They reminded me of my wife and daughter..."

The captain's expression was very sad.

Angma did not respond, he knew that they might all die in the invasion of the undead.

After returning to the Breaker's residence, the relatively well-preserved hotel, several familiar figures immediately came up.

"Mr. Angma!"

"grown ups."

It turned out to be Quinzas, Olosalia and Elrondan.

"Why are you here?"

"Lord Romans has led dozens of mages to the Altlan Mountains to support the war. He sends us to help you," said Quinthas.

The three of them looked at Angma with admiration. He suddenly thought of something and asked, "Did you spread the story of my retrieval of the Holy Tree Core?"

Olosalia said excitedly: "Of course! Not only that, all your deeds are made public by us! You should not be just a hero behind the scenes. The tribe members must understand what you have done for us!"

Quinzas and Elrondan focus on the key points, and no matter how you look at it, they are all seeking credit.
Chapter completed!