"Pastor Leaderine, do you think we can learn human methods and train our own Paladins?" Lothama asked directly.

"I can only say that there is a certain possibility."

The one-eyed elf refused to comment: "Okay, thank you for your hard work, please go down and rest first."

After reading the letter, the two consultants asked, "Before the Messenger of the Forgotten Ones has left, the Paladin of Lordaeron has come over. The two have read the letter. Let's talk about your views."

The great wizard Romans spoke first: "Aren't we bullied by the Alliance for enough times? Do we have to do it again? What is the Alliance? The Alliance is the Alliance of Humanity! The King of Humanity is the master of the Alliance. The other races, dwarves, dwarfs, and our blood elves are just vassals. Have we ever received respect in the Alliance? No! Quelthalas should not have suffered such humiliation! And it was once, another humiliation!"

Lothama's close friend, Hadurun Mingyi, who is currently the Ranger General, also had a similar tone: "The tribe will respect the freedom of all parties. Not only will it not interfere in our internal affairs, but it will also provide various assistance. Sylvanas also made a promise for the great chief that our blood elves can participate in the various political decisions of the tribe. What can we get after joining the alliance? I heard that the night elves are also in the alliance now. How do we deal with our relationship with the night elves? How do we explain to the tribe members?"

On the one hand, the tribe with loose conditions and good sincerity is a tribe, and on the other hand, it is an alliance that has been repeatedly betrayed and has no favorable conditions. It seems that it is very obvious which side to choose, but Lothem Theron is still very hesitant.

It seems very appropriate to join the tribe at the moment, and it is also in line with the current situation of the Blood Elf. However, as the Regent, he cannot only consider the present moment, but also the future.

"You think Sylvanas" mentioned this name a little strange.

"Who will win the battle between Sylvanas and humans? The situation of the Blood Elves is too bad now. We cannot send troops to participate in their battles, and it is best to stand on the side of the winner in advance."

His one-eyed look at the two, hoping to hear their suggestions.

"I think Sylvanas will win." Duhalen Mingyi did not think that a group of human remnants could defeat Quel'thalas' former Ranger General.

The great wizard Romans had a different view this time: "We know very little about human information, and we don't even know who the newly emerged Regent Lord Lordaeron is."

Lothama pointed to the letter in the hand of the great wizard: "Looking at the vocabulary and a few sentences, it should be a woman, or a human woman who is proficient in the druids and understands the culture of night elf. Humph, even humans now have druids!"

The values ​​formed over time have made the entire Quel'thalas very hostile to the druid, and this hostility is almost engraved in his bloodline.

But the three of them had to admit that this understanding was at least better than the previous human marshal who treated them as garbage and spies.

Identity is a very weird thing. Although Vanessa agrees with the night elves, the proud blood elves still think she is a little better than the arrogant and stupid Grand Marshal Garythers.

Seeing that he was a little swaying, the great wizard Romans had to remind him: "Lorthema, before making any decision, please make Prince Kelthas's will the first priority."

As a consultant to Prince Kelthas, he followed the prince to fight the Temple of Darkness and expedition to Northrend. Romans always asked Silvermoon City to be consistent in pace with Prince Kelthas in the outer realm.

Rothema was quite cunning, and he nodded: "I have always kept this in mind and never forgotten."

He looked out the door and an elf mage in a blood-red robe was slowly walking towards him.

His tone was slightly higher: "Dear Magister Astalo, Blood Swears to come to you. How long will it take to study that Holy Light creature?"

The great wizard Romans calculated secretly: "About three months to half a year, that creature is still resisting us."

"Then please be as soon as possible." Lothama sent away the great wizard who was the prince's eyeliner and looked at his close friend Hadurun Mingyi.

"You won't want to join the league, do you? We must obey the prince's orders." My best friend whispered to him.

"I understand." Lothama nodded slightly, and he felt that he was under great pressure.

He didn't want to betray the prince, but some blood elves who returned from the outside world reported to him secretly that Prince Kelthas's actions became increasingly abnormal. Not only did he collude with the night elf traitor of Illidan, he also introduced the power of a demon into his tribe, which made him very uneasy.

The problems of the alliance, the problems of the tribe, the problems of the undead in the country, and the problems within his own tribe are all gathered together. He really wants to lead the tribe members away from these right and wrong, but there is a gloomy in front of him, and he has no idea where the way out.

Rothema walked to the office, and in front of the door he said to his close friend: "Appoint me to meet the messengers of both sides, and I want to have a good talk with them."

He had a good plan, but the facts gave him a mouthful, and he could no longer see the messenger sent by the Forgotten!

Old Fording didn't stay at the place he arranged for too long. According to the sensing of the holy light, he found the messenger of the Forgotten, but he didn't even look at it, and then slammed it down with a sledgehammer.

This old man is the strongest paladin in Azeroth now, and the messenger sent by the Forsaken is just an ordinary messenger. The gap in combat power between the two sides is completely uncalculable.

In addition, Lao Fuding unexpectedly made a "bang" hammer, and the messenger of the Forgotten had no time to react. He was purified by the holy light and had no residue left.

"Great Lord, don't you think it's very rude to do this in Silver Moon City?" No matter how unwilling Rothama had to see him. The blood elf regent was very unhappy.

Old Fording seemed to be fine: "I saw this undead wandering in Silver Moon City, and thought he had any conspiracy, so I took action. Could it be that the undead was a friend of Silver Moon City?"

He asked back.

Lothama couldn't say that he had a hard time. He could not say that he had collusion with the undead on such occasions. It was even more meaningless to explain the difference between the forgotten and the undead.

He was secretly amazed at the old knight's decisiveness. If the characters were exchanged, he would not dare to do such a desperate move.

"The great lord's reputation spread even in Quel'thalas, and I admire your courage." He said with some meaning.

Old Fording's answer was also clear. I didn't know, but I didn't see it. I didn't plan it in advance! There was nothing at all! I just carried the hammer out for a walk.

If you don’t admit it, don’t admit it. Lothama can only focus on it.
Chapter completed!