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"So can we talk now?" Nathanos and Sylvanas came to a secluded place together. Like the elves, he liked quiet places where it was easier to talk.

Sylvanas looked around, found a place with a wide view, sat down, and patted her side towards the human behind her.

Nathanos frowned, "I'll just stand."

For a few seconds, Nathanos thought that Sylvanas would start to tell him the purpose of his trip, but the female elf was obviously more patient than he thought. The other party still looked at him without saying a word.

.Involuntarily, the atmosphere was now very awkward. After a long time, Nathanos finally couldn't help it and walked to sit next to her. Sylvanas laughed in victory, leaving the humans around him helpless.

She covered her mouth and laughed for a while before she started to speak.

"Let's get down to business first. Have you received Alleria's letter to you?"

"Prince Arthas gave it to me. But Alleria couldn't tell me clearly in the letter if she had something to do. She only told me that you would come to Lordaeron soon, and I didn't expect you to tell me in person." Nathanos

He touched his chin. Not long ago, when Alsace handed him the letter written in Thalassian at Durnhall Castle, Nathanos thought it was a letter of greetings from Alleria, but he opened it.

Look, the letter simply stated that Sylvanas would come to him and discuss important matters.

"This is top secret." Sylvanas gave him a look. She would never miss an opportunity to tease Nathanos at any time.

"I won't guess." Nathanos turned his head and stared at the sunset. The day was coming to an end again.

"It's about the little moon of the Windrunner family, my and Alleria's sister, Vereesa Windrunner."

"Um?"……

Lordaeron

"Where is he? I don't have time to walk around here!"

Genn Greymane complained a thousand times, but King Terenas still spoke slowly: "Lord Presto will be here soon, Genn. You know he hopes everyone can discuss this matter together.

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"What are we discussing? I don't even know." Genn Greymane complained. He was wearing gray and black armor, which always reminded people of a bear, although it was inappropriate to say so.

However, his bear-like appearance, arrogance and blunt and rude temper cannot obliterate the fact that he is a powerful warrior. His political skills are legendary, and Gilneas, who was originally far away, has squeezed into the center of Alterac's problems.

, which surprised even old Terenas.

"Even if I could command the strong wind to stop roaring," said a calmer voice at the end of the hall, "I still can't make you quiet for a while."

All of them agreed that the meeting would be held in the Great Hall of Lordaeron, which has always been a place where several kingdoms negotiated and signed important treaties. The long history and timeless decoration added to the solemn and rigorous atmosphere, making it

It has become the best choice for discussing major issues, not to mention that the problem of the Kingdom of Alterac is indeed a major issue that must be solved for the alliance to continue to survive.

"If you don't like what I say, Lord Admiral." Greymane said mockingly, "A good sword can guarantee that you will never hear...any sound again."

Daelin Proudmoore stood up elegantly and with lightning speed. The slender, weathered admiral reached for the sword hanging next to his green naval uniform, but suddenly remembered that his scabbard was empty.

. And the same goes for Genn Greymane. Because according to the reluctantly agreed results, heads of state were not allowed to wear weapons to enter the hall, and even Greymane agreed to be searched by guards selected by the Silver Hand when entering. Silver

Although the Hand declares allegiance to Terenas, it is the only military force trusted by all countries in the Alliance.

Presto, it is because of him that a meeting is still being held at this juncture. Kings rarely have the opportunity to get together. Usually dialogue between countries is conducted through letters and diplomats, and only occasionally state visits are held. This is the only reason.

The strange Presto was able to convince the leaders of the alliance led by King Tenaris to gather here to discuss the issue face to face, and their respective followers were left outside the door.

Now, the only thing missing is that the young noble has not yet arrived...

"Kings!" The old king saw this tense atmosphere and urgently needed someone to help ease it. He looked at a figure standing upright by the window. The man was covered in fur, with a thick beard and a strong nose.

It was the rough face of Thoras Trollbane. He knew that although Thoras was interested in everything happening in the outside world, the king of Stromgarde understood every word of his colleagues clearly.

Terenas cannot be helped in the current crisis.

Although the paladins were well prepared to prevent the kings from resorting to violence, Terenas was not too worried about violence. What really disturbed him was the emotional turmoil within the human alliance. More than once, the old king felt that the orc tribe had already

Uprooted. Under the current situation, humanity must unite. He really wished Anduin Lothar could be here, but this was impossible.

"Everyone! This kind of behavior is not in line with your status!"

"Prestor!" Terenas breathed. "Thank God, you are finally here!"

Others also turned around, and a perfect figure walked into the hall. As soon as he entered, the dispute disappeared!

Terenas watched his young friend walk into the council chamber and greet the kings present one by one, as if everyone was his friend. Whether it was the rude Thoras Trollbane or the arrogant Greymare.

Well, Presto can find the most appropriate way to talk to them.

"Please forgive me for being late." The young nobleman began his speech. "I rode out to the countryside early this morning, but I didn't realize how long it would take to get back."

"There is no need to apologize like that," Thoras Trollbane responded politely.

This is another example of Prestor's almost magical demeanor. Although Thoras Trollbane was a respected ally and friend, he was rarely kind to others. Usually he was more

He is willing to be silent, and his occasional words should be as short and accurate as possible. Through long-term observation, Terenas understands that Solas's silence is just because he does not like long speeches. As a typical cold mountain person, he likes

Actions speak louder than words.

Presto looked around the entire conference hall and looked at everyone for a moment before he began to speak: "It is a great honor to meet you all! I hope this meeting can completely resolve our differences, so that everyone can become good friends in future meetings.

Friends and comrades..."

Greymane nodded almost devotedly. Daelin and Proudmoore had expressions of satisfaction on their faces, as if the arrival of this young noble was the final realization of all his demands. Terenas asked his wise

The friend presided over the meeting and he just watched. The more others knew about Presto, the easier it would be to implement the old king's proposal.

The kings sat around a long, carefully carved ivory table, which was presented as a gift by Quel'Thalas after a successful negotiation with Lordaeron. The old king rested his hands on the edge of the table as usual.

Presto across the table met his eyes for a moment. The perseverance seen in those black eyes made the old king feel relaxed. He believed that Presto could resolve any dispute.

The talks were somewhat reserved at the beginning, but gradually the atmosphere became warmer and the discussions became more frank. However, under Presto's guidance, there was no tendency for violent conflicts. This meant another step towards promoting cooperation among the alliance countries.
Chapter completed!