"Why didn't you tell me and my father about such an important matter in advance? If this is true, let alone asking us not to intervene in the North Sea War, we can even openly support the undead pirates...

If it is true, we Quel'dorei will give you whatever you want!

Even if you vacate the Palace of the Sunwell, no one will show any dissatisfaction!"

"Well, this is the most embarrassing part."

Blake shrugged and said helplessly:

"I can be sure that the fruit of that tree is useful, but I have no way of proving it until the tree actually grows its first fruit.

Even if I use the title of a prophet to persuade you and the Sun King, do you think you will believe it?

And the scroll also makes it very clear that in order for the Tree of Arkandor to grow, we need to build a magic well similar to the sun well in Tol Barad to charge it.

We need the construction blueprints for the Sunwell, but that thing is the lifeblood of you Quel'dorei elves. Do you think your father would give it to me just because of a prophet's nonsense?

My other identity is a pirate.

So, don't say such childish words, my prince, if this world was truly filled with love and peace, you Quel'dorei wouldn't have needed to flee across the ocean.

And your civilization's famous tradition of infighting will completely ruin this good thing. There is no need to question the destructive power of politicians in this regard.

Just listen to me!

Keep this artifact ring on your hands and stay in Draenor to fight against the demons.

Not allowed to intervene in the war in the North Sea.

Don't tell your father what you know, lest it affect the Windrunner family's secret plan to steal the blueprints. Once the information is leaked,

When the Arcandor fruit is grown, I won’t give it to you!"

Pirates threaten:

"If I can't get the blueprints of the Sunwell, I can still steal the blueprints of the Nightwell of Suramar, but without the Arcandor fruit, your civilization will just wait to rot under the threat of magic addiction. Even if you don't believe me,

You should also believe in Windrunner's mother, who is also General Lyresa. Don't care about my name. It is a close way of expressing the relationship between master and disciple.

General Lilesa is in charge of this plan. You should believe that the ranger general who has sacrificed everything for Quel'dorei is loyal to his people. So, what is your answer?

His Majesty the future Sun King."

"I, Kael'thas, was thinking hard. He put the World Ring in his hand and rubbed it. After a few seconds, he said to Black sincerely:

"Give me some time, okay? It's impossible for you to make a decision on such an important matter within a few minutes! I still need to talk to General Lilesa."

"what ever."

Black threw a communication rune stone used inside the secret passage to Kael'thas. He stood up with a pipe in his mouth and said:

"Before Prophet Velen comes to attend the meeting, you have plenty of time to think and judge, Your Highness, but remember what I said, the conversation between us today and everything I show you needs to be kept confidential!

If you really care about your people, you should shut your mouth before a better future comes and quietly pray for blessings from fate.

That's it, my highness. In addition, please quickly ask your followers to hand over to me the forging blueprints and craftsmanship of the other four world rings.

Before we truly begin the fight for the fate of Draenor, I want to equip my warriors with the sharpest weapons possible.

Well, good night, Your Highness.

Sweet dreams."

After saying that, the stinky pirate said goodbye politely, and also made a very lazy and sarcastic aristocratic salute. He did not forget to close the door when he went out, leaving a quiet space for his highness to think.

I can't help it, the stinky pirate has always been such a polite person.

After walking out of Prince Kael'thas' room, Black strolled to the banquet hall to have a look. He walked around the corner of the Broken Hall, and a death knight saluted him.

Black nodded arrogantly and coldly. After taking two steps, with the sharp sound of the weapon cutting the air, Salamani screamed and pressed against the neck of the death knight behind him.

The pirate turned around, looked at the other party with a stunned look on his face, and said:

"There is no need to play this kind of game in front of me, right? My dear Lord Varimathras, do you know that the last time we met, I had already left my mark on you?"

"What you said is disgusting!"

The Nathrezim Dreadlord disguised as a death knight curled his lips and complained:

"But I didn't mean to provoke you, bad guy. I came to convey our goodwill. Our leader, Ms. Jin Tessa, asked me to convey an important message to you."

"explain!"

The pirate snorted and took back his sword.

The fear devil in front of him let out a low and playful laugh. It stared at Blake's face, as if expecting a certain expression, and said:

"That's good news.

The woman you hate most, the Warden Warden Maiev Shadowsong who has been pestering you, is about to die...

The powerful Lady Shadowsong has a strong curiosity, which makes her accidentally step into a trap that is not targeted at her, making the fraudster furious and vowing to take her life.

Now she is being hunted by a scary guy.

Congratulations, Mr. Black, your serious problem is about to be over. Hey, why don't you smile when you hear such good news?
Chapter completed!