"Please forgive me for my rudeness, Your Majesty the High Priest," even though Regan is young and mature, he is still a little at a loss in front of this beautiful elf who has been famous for thousands of years. "I don't mean any disrespect, I am just attracted by your beauty.
Shocked, praise Elune, her creations make this world more beautiful."
"Smooth-tongued, like a scoundrel, not even remotely like a clergyman," Sophie said angrily from the side.
Tyrande smiled and shook his head: "Sophie, the knight standing in front of you is the master recognized by the Holy Book, and he is also the human hero who destroyed the Defias Brotherhood."
"Your praise makes me ashamed. It's just a matter of killing a few thieves. It's nothing compared to the high priest's achievements that are comparable to Teldrassil." Regan now became more and more reluctant to hear that he was
The deeds in the Dead Mines were told in order to win Jaina's trust. Now they sound like a bad self-promoting businessman. And one day Van Cleef reappears in people's sight, then "Western Wilds"
Reagan" became a complete laughing stock
"Okay, he has some abilities, but I don't see what makes him likable. He is just an ignorant roughneck." Sophie still couldn't forget Reagan's sneak glances at her.
"Okay, okay, my child, I'm here to talk about business." Tyrande looked at her favorite little sister dotingly, and then asked Regen: "Mr. Paladin, may I know what you are talking about?"
What’s the important news?”
"Of course, Your Majesty the High Priest, but this is related to the stability of the entire alliance. I hope you can ensure that this news will never be spread before taking action."
"I promise this in the name of Elune, the Moon Goddess"
"Praise for your faith," Regan said solemnly. "As you all know, His Majesty King Varian Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind has left Stormwind City for more than half a year. The official explanation is that he had a meeting with the Horde Chief Thrall.
Negotiations, but the truth is not the case, because the king was kidnapped to Orcaz Island in Theramore half a year ago!"
Everyone in the temple looked at each other in shock at Regen's words. Who would have thought that the king of a country would be kidnapped by a gang, and there would be no news about it for half a year.
"Who do you have to prove the accuracy of this news?" Sophie reacted after hearing this.
"Just because Stormwind City abandoned Sentinel Hill, Night Town, and Lakeside Town in three strategic locations within half a year, allowed bandits to run rampant in Elwynn Forest, and continued to increase taxes; these strategies that are dumber than pigs are definitely not the work of a talented person.
At the hands of Regent Bolvar Fordragon, the only explanation is that someone has secretly controlled Stormwind City, and the premise of all this is that the king must disappear; what’s more coincidentally, during the discussion between me and Defias leader Van Cleef
During the duel, I accidentally learned the location where the black hand hiding behind the scenes hid the king. After that, I crossed the endless sea hoping to get help from Theramore, but what was disappointing was that the respected Master Jaina was not in her city.
Here, when I went out of the city to seek help from Theramore veterans, I was attacked by the Grimtotem and almost died under their swords."
There was a brief exclamation in the crowd, and Regan paused and continued: "Fortunately, I was seriously injured and was saved by the kind elves, so I was able to pray to the people of Elune for help here."
After hearing this, Tyrande pondered: "If you go by what you said, Stormwind City's current explanation to the outside world is that the king and the tribe are negotiating, but a negotiation cannot drag on forever, since the goal of the person behind the scenes is to control Stormwind.
The city attacked the Alliance, so why didn't they just kill the king instead of imprisoning him?"
"This is something else I need to explain to you." Regen took out an item that resembled a family emblem. "Does anyone here recognize this emblem?"
"Let me see," a priest took the badge over. "This should be the badge of Thunder Bluff, which is also the symbol of the tribe's tauren." He looked at it twice and said with certainty.
"Praise for your profound knowledge," Regan gave a slight salute to the proud priest, "Before I was attacked by the Grim Totem, there were actually victims murdered by these beasts. They were all veterans from Theramore and had been fighting against the tribe.
For their own responsibilities; and these badges were deliberately abandoned by the beasts before they left."
"Pa" Tyrande suddenly stood up and even knocked down the tea cup in front of him.
"Mr. Reagan, please swear in the name of the Holy Light that everything you say is a fact that you have personally experienced," the high priest said with an unprecedented serious expression.
Regan did not hesitate at all: "In the name of the Holy Light, every sentence her servant Christine Regan said here must be a fact of her personal experience. If there is even half a lie, the original Holy Light will withdraw my belief."
force"
Tyrande pressed his forehead with his hand: "Sorry, Paladin, I shouldn't doubt you, but if all this is true, then we will be in big trouble."
Sophie, who didn't know what was going on, asked doubtfully: "What's the trouble? Why can't I see it?"
"It's a big trouble, this is an unprecedented conspiracy," Regan replied in a muffled voice.
"That's right," the high priest who had straightened out his thoughts took over. "The person hiding behind the scenes not only wants to attack the Alliance, he even hopes to provoke another war between the tribe and the Alliance! Kidnapping the king is just his first step.
, and then released the news that the king went to Kalimdor to negotiate with the tribe, and if I guessed correctly, the Grim Totem should also have contact with that person. They created the illusion that the tribe was attacking the alliance and provoked the anger of both parties; in the end, they have been fighting with
The corpse of the king who was being negotiated by the tribe suddenly appeared in front of people's eyes, and the hardliners who were blinded by hatred will definitely fight the tribe at all costs!"
The surrounding priests and councilors were in an uproar. After the Third War, the Alliance and the Horde barely maintained peace by relying on the fragile agreement to join forces to fight against the Burning Legion. Although conflicts still occurred from time to time, no one with a clear mind would hope to do so again.
world war one
"Quiet! Please maintain your grace in front of Elune!" A tall male elf walked out of the crowd, and Ragen could clearly see Tyrande's brows frowning slightly.
"The Cenarion Circle salutes you, Your Majesty the High Priest." The tall elf in traditional druid clothing bowed slightly in greeting, and his leaf-like shoulder armor trembled.
"No need to be polite, Lord Fandral, I wonder why you came to the temple?" Tyrande said expressionlessly.
It turned out to be him, and Regan was slightly shocked. Fandral Staghelm, the current archdruid of the Cenarion Circle, the proud disciple of Tyrande's husband Malfurion Stormrage, is also a notoriously tough person in the Alliance.
Although I don’t know why he appeared in the Moon Temple at this time, he is definitely not here to eliminate this crisis.
"Of course it's to prevent us from being deceived by some people with ulterior motives," Fandral looked at Regan without concealment. "As one of the leaders of the night elves, I have never heard anything about our noble ally——
The news about King Wrynn’s kidnapping, and what this Knight Regan said, there is no other witness except himself, should we be so easy to believe a human being who talks nonsense?”
"Fandral, watch your words! You have no right to insult a cleric recognized by the Holy Book" Tyrande reprimanded
The archdruid looked at this human again in surprise, and after a while he said: "Even if this knight is the holder of the holy weapon, I still stick to my previous opinion. I concluded that the Storm Royal Family has been overthrown based on just speculation. This is really
This is alarmist, please forgive me and I cannot accept it.”
It seems that this stubborn hawk leader will never give in, but at this time, he is so humble, how can he convince these noble priests present? He can't help but look up to Tyrande, hoping that this respected high priest can give him
Some support; the meditating elf felt Regan's gaze and shook her head gently towards him, meaning that she could not act arbitrarily and vetoed the suggestions of an archdruid.
"Praise for your prudence. As you said, Lord Druid, all conclusions at this stage are our inferences. However, once these inferences become facts, the entire Kingdom of Stormwind will collapse," Regan knew that it was difficult.
Let these stubborn and selfish nobles support him unconditionally, so he made some compromises to Fandral, "My suggestion is that you send a fair elf, whether it is a noble or a commoner, as long as he can go with me
In Stormwind City, all mysteries will be revealed naturally."
Tyrande nodded slightly: "This is probably the most compromise proposal, Fandral, what do you think?"
"This couldn't be more appropriate. I support Mr. Regan's suggestion with both hands." The archdruid replied after thinking for a moment.
Tyrande was slightly surprised that Fandral's attitude changed so quickly, but there was no time to delve deeper at the moment: "Very good, then let's discuss who will go to Stormwind City with the Knight of Regan; who is Elune's son?"
Did the citizens go there voluntarily?”
The crowd that had been whispering suddenly fell silent, and everyone seemed to quietly take half a step back: Only a ghost would be willing to accompany this unknown knight to the human territory tens of thousands of miles away. Tyrande suppressed the anger in his heart, but helplessly
Sighing, these nobles really cheered up the long-faced priestess and asked Fandral: "Is there anyone in your Druid Order who is willing to accompany Knight Regan on this journey?"
"I'm very sorry, Your Majesty the High Priest, Teldrassil has been corroded to a certain extent during this period. Most of my druids have been sent out to perform tasks. I regret that I can't share your worries," Fandral replied respectfully.
Although she knew that this was just Fandral's excuse, she could not force an archdruid to follow her will, and the entire Moon Temple fell into awkward silence.
"If there is really no one to send, I am willing to share your worries, Lord Tyrande." Just when the priestess was at a loss what to do, Sophie, who had not spoken for a long time, stood up.
"Are you sure? My child must know that this journey will never be easy, and he may even die in a foreign land thousands of miles away. It's still too late for you to regret it," Tyrande advised in a low voice. She couldn't bear to let herself be ignored.
Take this risk for my sister's guard captain
"I have decided, my lord," Sophie said firmly.
"Okay, I respect your wishes. The radiance of the moon god is with you, my child," Tyrande stepped forward and hugged Sophie gently.
The priestess did not even say goodbye to the nobles in the temple, but personally sent the two people out of Darnassus. She looked at Regen and said, "Mr. Knight, I wish you a safe journey, but I sincerely hope that this trip will return in vain.
"
Regan nodded and said: "I also hope to see everything in Stormwind City as normal, even if the trip is in vain, I am willing to do so."
While he was talking, an attendant brought two hippogryphs, and Tyrande said apologetically: "I originally planned to let you take a ship from the Dark Coast directly to Stormwind City, but the route there has been cut off since last month.
So I can only force you to fly to Theramore first and then take a detour to Stormwind City."
"It doesn't matter. After all, it's a long way from Darkshore to Stormwind City. Even if we take the Hippogriff, we won't be delayed for a few days." Regan jumped on his mount and gave Tyrande a night elf salute. "Thank you.
May Elune's creations prosper forever! Farewell, Your Majesty the High Priest."