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Volume 2: Travel Notes on the Eastern Kingdom Chapter 409: Contradiction

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    The gently rolling hills are like a wrinkled carpet, the last touch of late summer color has not yet faded after autumn.  ¡·

    Dense pines, cypresses, sycamores, maples and oaks on the rolling hills form this vibrant forest.  The breeze in early autumn is not bleak but it is enough to dye the autumn leaves red. After the originally green forest is mixed with mottled rust red, it is like the colorful colors flowing on the canvas. The delicacy and warmth of autumn are often seen all at once.  It can capture the heartstrings of most travelers who are new to this place.

    As far as the eye can see, the vegetation is deep green, the drizzle is falling, and the slightly cold air seems to cover the entire forest under a layer of mist, like a fairyland.  The scenery of Elwynn Forest in late summer and early autumn is always so fascinating that you never tire of it.

    Of course, not everyone who comes to Elwynn Forest will be immersed in this tranquility

    "What a boring weather"

    There were some dull blond hair mixed with a few strands of silver. The young "Ashbringer", who was no longer around, looked at the drizzle that enveloped the entire Elwynn Forest and muttered something unhappy.

    Alexandro Mograine has never liked rainy days, not even since the Scourge wreaked havoc in Lordaeron.

    The gloomy weather always reminded him of the gray fog that covered the sky and lingered in the Plague Land.  Such an environment always seems too depressing, and even with the patience and perseverance of a paladin, there will always be a day when his patience is worn out.

    The fertile soil of the homeland that used to be rich and peaceful has become so lifeless now Every time he thinks of this, there is always a fire-like anger burning in Mograine's chest, roasting the Scarlet Crusaders all the time.  The sanity and heart of the great lord.

    "Perhaps Dathrohan should be allowed to attend this party. He is always better at dealing with politicians." He withdrew his distant gaze.  Alessandro Mograine casually complained to his old friends who were traveling with him: "Compared to arguing with those guys, I still hope to seize the time to purify a few more natural disasters and recover Stratholme as soon as possible  "

    "After all, it is a leadership summit. If Dathrohan attends it, it will be unfair and unjust, and it will be difficult to gain enough bargaining chips for us."

    Wearing a red and white bishop's robe that looked dusty due to the long journey, Grand Inspector Isenlien smiled softly in the face of Mograine's complaints, comforted him with gentle words and patiently analyzed the joints:

    "Our current status is just that of some subjugated people. Although the Scarlet Crusade was formed by the people and soldiers of Lordaeron, it lacks the legitimacy of the Menethil family. If we want to expel the undead natural disaster and complete the restoration,  The great cause of the country must win the support of other countries and forces. And I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve this with Dathrohan's prestige and connections alone"

    Mograine doesn¡¯t understand these truths. It¡¯s just that he is still a soldier and paladin in essence, and he really doesn¡¯t want to get involved in dirty political struggles.

    Gently pulling the reins of the war horse under his crotch, Alessandro Mograine did not respond, but put away his complaints and rode the horse forward without saying a word.  After riding in silence for a long time, when the rain and fog finally subsided, a fortress-like wall appeared in front of everyone.

    This section of the city wall has never been used to defend against major attacks. The footings of the city wall are only five or six feet thick, and the protective towers only protrude from the outside of the wall.  Because in the era of its construction, the Second Orc War was coming to an end.

    On the city wall, which is not very solid, there are many capable figures standing silently - those are elite and well-trained soldiers.  Stormwind soldiers.

    They held swords and shields and wore thick silver-white armor.  Wearing a pointed helmet.  The blue shirt on the chest has a golden lion head emblem printed on it.  The lion lowered his eyelids, as if he was always waiting for an opportunity.  The figures standing still and silent in the wind and rain easily outline the calm and restrained momentum of this army.

    Dozens of slightly older sergeants stood in front of the other sergeants, seemingly loose but always vigilant.

    Most of their shoulder armor has an emblem of a bleeding ogre head or a troll head, which means that they are veterans who participated in the first or second orc war and survived the bloody battle with the orcs.  Even the Ashbringer, who had been secretly commenting on those elite soldiers just now, couldn't help but cheer up and nod after seeing these veterans of hundreds of battles.

    Veterans who have fought bloody battles for their country are worthy of respect regardless of their strength.

    After identifying the identities of Mograine and his party and checking the documents, under the respectful guidance of the veterans, Alessandro Mograine and his party finally walked into the city wall and arrived at the destination of their trip.

    North County Abbey.A quiet place surrounded by mountains is also the real venue for this alliance summit.

    "Good day, Lord Mograine. Good day, everyone from the Scarlet Crusade."

    A thin man who looked smart and capable led a small group of guards to come forward, greeting and saluting everyone with a warm smile.  Mograine easily recognized his identity from his memory - Mathias Shore, the head of MI7, a young man with great abilities and skills.

    "I hope we're not late. It's a long way from Hearthglen to Elwynn Forest."

    Jumping off the horse, old Mograine handed the reins of the war horse to a guard behind him. He also put on a warm smile and asked: "Long wait, has the meeting started?"

    "The time is just right, Your Excellency, the High Lord, the other leaders are resting in the monastery andwell, 'chatting', the meeting has not entered into the main topic yet. Please come here, I will lead the way for you."

    Midway through the conversation, Mathias Shore looked slightly weird and embarrassed. Mograine noticed this but kept his doubts to the bottom of his heart without revealing anything.  And when he pushed open the door of the venue under the leadership of this young man, he easily understood the reason for Mathias Shore's embarrassment

    As the oak door was pushed open, a fierce quarrel could be clearly heard.

    "Tanred Proudmoore, a fool who only has muscles and no brains." A middle-aged man with a contemptuous face was sneering at the other side of the conference table: "I never expected it. Kurti  Lars will finally be in your hands. Oh, now I foresee the decline and fall of this kingdom!"

    "Eden Pernodyou shameless betrayer, when did you, the exiled dirty guy, have the qualifications to participate in the summit?"

    Tanred Proudmoore - the eldest son of Daelin Proudmoore and the younger brother of Jaina Proudmoore - the prince of the Kingdom of Kul Tiras who inherited his father's tough character, narrowed his eyes slightly at this moment,  He countered with a sneer without showing any signs of weakness.

    "It's better to hide in your mouse hole and lead the bastards around you to be your robbers and bandits. The future of Kul Tiras is not yours, a pitiful maggot, to worry about."

    ""

    The quarrel continued, but Old Mograine, who had listened with interest for a moment, had already turned his attention to the other people in the room.

    The most eye-catching people in the room are the three mages who are dressed in robes, which is very different from the others who are dressed in noble clothes or generals.

    Two of the elders - Mordra and Dranden - Mograine had fought with during the Scourge invasion.  Fairly familiar.  However, the high lord of the Scarlet Crusade did not recognize the young mage's identity for a while.  But what is certain is that to be qualified to sit on an equal footing with Modra and Drandon and participate in this summit, this young man is also a member of the six-person Kirin Tor Council.

    Mograine looked at him curiously, as the high lord had the impression that there were not many mages.  Most of the members of the Kirin Tor Council will be scholars who have become pale and thin from studying, but have bright eyes, just like Antonidas once was.  But old Mograine really didn't expect that such a tall and strong man in front of him, who even looked like he could mount a horse and fight with the most elite riders, would be one of them.

    "You must be Lord Mograine, the Ashbringer, right? I am Ronin, from Dalaran." The man's senses were very keen, and he noticed the gaze of the Lord of the Scarlet Crusade.  He was surprised for a moment, then stood up and extended his hand respectfully.  "I've heard many stories about you, Your Excellency."

    ¡¾Unlike most mages who think highly of themselves, this is a very polite young man.  ¡¿

    The great lord stretched out his hand and shook Luo Ning's hand gently. He made an evaluation in his mind of this young mage who had a good first impression. However, his eyes went beyond the tall figure of the other person and looked at the other young man in the field.

    There was a tall young human sitting some distance away from everyone. His facial features were handsome and aristocratic, and his expression was very serious.

    He was dressed like a traveler on horseback. The material of his clothes looked very noble, and the edges of his cloak were trimmed with fur.  However, if you look closely, the clothes on his body are stained with the wind and frost from the journey.  The white collar is dotted with a gemstone, and the hair is neatly short.  There was a ribbon hanging on his body, and beneath it was a silver-tipped horn, which was placed on his knees.

    At this moment, the young man looked at Mograine shaking hands with Luo Ning, and his eyes suddenly showed a light that was mixed with curiosity and admiration.

      "Garin Trollbane!" He quickly walked up to Mograine, and the young man gave the legendary paladin a knight's chest salute neatly, with a sunny look on his face.  He took the initiative to introduce himself, "Welcome, Your Excellency, the Great Lord."

    Trollbane!

    ?????????????? He also touched his chest and returned the greeting, and the old Mograine looked suddenly enlightened, and he immediately knew the origin of the young man - Stromgarde, Highland Knight - a descendant of the Troll Slayer.  A young knight, this identity gave Garlin Trollbane a natural favor with the Ashbringer.

    "It's a pity that Alessandro Mograine's good mood did not last long, and it was easily destroyed by a boring tone.

    "Look who is this? Alessandro Mograine?" Aiden Pernod - the clown who was funny from the beginning and a descendant of the Kingdom of Alterac - seemed to have finally discovered this person.  Instead of mocking the young admiral, he pointed his gun at Mograine who had just arrived and provocatively said: "This seems to be the summit of the Seven Kingdoms, right? What? Lordaeron's  Are all the royal family dead?"

    "Oh, by the way, please forgive my useless memory, I almost forgot that Terenas Menethil was killed by his own son many years ago, ah, that poor old  dog!"

    After finishing his taunting, Aiden Pernod still spread his hands in a pretentious manner, showing a look of regret, and then let out a gloating laugh the next second.

    The atmosphere in the conference room suddenly cooled down.

    The leaders present at the meeting frowned and stared in disgust at this guy who kept provoking conflicts between all parties.

    Until, a sonorous sound of drawing a sword came!

    The Ashbringer suddenly unsheathed, the pure white holy light was dazzling, and the entire auditorium was filled with sword energy!

    For Alessandro Mograine, it is quite interesting to occasionally watch the quarrels between nobles and leaders. After all, watching the so-called nobles show their ugly faces has always been unknown to the Ashbringer.  One of the bad tastes.  But it would be a shame to have the high lord himself accompany them in a slow, roundabout way of playing word games.  Ashbringer always only uses one way to refute those clowns who provoke him

    But in the blink of an eye, before everyone present had time to react, the Ashbringer's sharp sword had already been pressed against Aiden Pernod's neck, and a tiny bloodstain cut by the wind pressure was reflected in the holy light.  It becomes breathtaking.

    "You know what you said, you're wrong, idiot!"

    "The Menethil family is not extinct yet, and that beast Arthas is still in charge of his walking dead in Northrend. If you want to talk to the Lich King"

    Holding the Ashbringer in hand, Mograine looked down at the opponent with eyes as cold as looking at a dead person:

    "I don't mind giving you a ride!"

    "In the manner of a corpse"

    "Alexander, put down the Ashbringer! Since we have come to attend the summit, why don't we sit down and have a good talk?"

    An old man with gray hair and a tough face stood up.  With sunken eyes, he held an iron crown with almost no decoration on his head, and he spoke unhurriedly to persuade.

    "Talk about it?" Alexandro Mograine did not give up on the sharp-edged Ashbringer as he had persuaded him to do. Instead, he turned his head and spoke in a distant tone to the man who had discovered it since the moment he entered the room but had not yet seen it.  The deliberately ignored figure said: "Jean Greymane, from the day you built the Wall of Betrayer (Note 1), from the moment you ignored Lordaeron's plea for help"

    "There is nothing left to talk about between us!"

    The situation is difficult and the situation is changing suddenly.

    The summit of the Seven Kingdoms of Humanity has not yet begun, and is already tense (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!

    PS: Note 1: It refers to the Wall of Greymane. During the invasion of natural disasters, in order to resist the undead, the Kingdom of Gilneas built this wall in an attempt to protect itself from the invasion of the undead.

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