During the first years of the Dark Portal, rapid travel through teleportation portals was something unimaginable to most people. With the development of magical technology, directional teleportation portals had been greatly improved in the past 20 years.
During the first Alliance Conference, the kings of the various countries had taken ships and carriages to rush to the conference.
Now, teleportation portals were all in place. Those who could become the rulers of a country all had to deal with a myriad of issues. As long as it was safe, no one would have the time to waste on the road.
In Teldrassil, Tyrande's trusted aide Melande was still feeling uneasy, "I wonder if the kings of the various countries will give us the cold shoulder now that we've joined the Alliance?"
In fact, the Nature Faction had the same worries. Fandral Staghelm even publicly expressed that Tyrande's actions were akin to being cold-shouldered.
However, the Night Elves were more inclined towards the Alliance. After all, on one side was a pleasant-looking fellow, while on the other side was either Bonehead or the green-skinned Beastman who had killed their demigod Cenarius …
However, no matter how they thought about it, it was better to actually pay them a visit.
"I won't." Tyrande smiled gently.
"Yes, Your Excellency High Priest, has anything happened recently? I feel like you're in a good mood, and you're glowing. "
"Is that so? You must be imagining things. "Tyrande turned her head away, blushing," Time's up! "
Stepping through the teleportation portal that was opened by the Dalaran Wizard who was sent ahead of time, the Night Elves only felt a sense of dizziness. They had not experienced the feeling of space deviation ever since they exiled their compatriots, the Blood Elves who now called themselves Sin 'dorei.
It was a very short feeling, lasting only a few seconds.
By the time they came back to their senses, they were already in a wide passageway that wasn't too long. The portal was less than ten meters away.
"Sentinels! Puff out your chests! "Melande's idea was to display the might of the Night Elves.
Unexpectedly, as soon as they stepped out, a female figure in a blue and white Wizard robe quickly walked up to them.
"Sister Tyrande! We meet again! " Her tone was calm, but her actions were passionate. Under the gaze of Melande and the sentinels, the crowned Queen Jaina rushed up and hugged Tyrande.
Her actions were extremely intimate, as if they were sisters who had been separated for many years.
"You're the queen! Pay attention to your image! " Although she said it was a reminder, Tyrande's tone was as if she was doting on her own sister.
Melande was shocked. She hadn't seen the two of them being so intimate the last time they worked together to kill Archeron on Mount Hyjal!
What the hell happened?
"Sister, sit in my carriage!" Jaina pointed at her royal carriage.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, sister." Tyrande smiled gently and waved at Melanie, motioning for them to follow her. She then boarded the carriage without hesitation.
After all, the mana consumption of the Teleportation Portal depended on the size and weight of the object being transported. Tyrande did not bring her famous white tiger with her, so she could only rely on the Alliance to provide transportation.
With Kurdilas, the queen of the earliest member of the Alliance, leading the way, it was the best way for the Night Elves to integrate into the Alliance.
Along the way, Tyrande and Jaina chatted happily in the carriage. Melande and the other sentinels were filled with curiosity.
As soon as they arrived at the newly built Lordaeron palace, they bumped into the Queen of Sin 'dorei, Sylvanas, and the Queen of Alterac, Illucia.
Without any formal greetings, Illucia came up and gave Tyrande a warm hug. "Sister, welcome to the Lordaeron Continent. After the meeting, you can come to my South Sea City if you have time!"
Sylvanas came up and gave her a hug as well.
"Sister, we meet again!" Sylvanas' tone was slightly calmer, but everyone could see that she was friendly towards Tyrande.
"Mm."
Elves of two different skin colors, two leaders hugging each other. To the Night Elves who had been isolated for thousands of years, this was a historic moment.
Some of the older Night Elf sentries felt their noses tingle. The two elves were ultimately of the same origin. It was purely a difference in ideology that caused them to split. Who would have thought that after the Ancient War ten thousand years ago, the Night Elves and Blood Elves would fight side by side again.
Compared to Jaina and Illucia's enthusiasm, Sylvanas was more reserved. She and Tyrande had another topic in common — shooting. Tyrande was a priestess and archer. She was also very skilled in archery.
The two strongest archers of this era chatted as they walked side by side.
The two queens in front were even more affectionate. Illucia and Jaina were holding hands as they walked as if they were shopping.
Behind them, Melanie and the sentries were dumbfounded.
As if they had arranged to meet, Duque had arrived with the Windrunner sisters.
Duque gestured elegantly. "Tyrande, welcome to Lordaeron! Actually, you've already met the three Windrunner sisters. But please allow me to formally introduce you. Aurelia and Sasha are the leaders of the newly formed organization, [Silver Dawn]. "
Doesn't it sound fake?
There's no other way! This is an official meeting.
Even though they've already met each other sincerely and reached a consensus, they had no choice but to introduce each other in public.
Aurelia held Tyrande's hands and said elegantly, "Welcome, Sister Tyrande! [Silver Dawn] is a civil organization with the High Elves as its core. Its goal is to fight against the Scourge. However, we are directly under the command of the Alliance. If you have any missions against the Scourge, please call us sisters. "
"We'll definitely have many opportunities to interact."
Tyrande looked at Duque. Just as she was about to say something, a rough and strong voice suddenly sounded. "Duque! Don't mix with the women. Come and drink with me. This time, we'll drink you until you're unconscious and get the good stuff out of your stomach. "
The two short wintermelons seemed to have rolled over, directly carrying the dumbfounded Duke up and ran.
Tyrande gaped. "That's …"
"The Dwarven King of Ironforge, Magni Bronzebeard, and his third brother, Bu Laing," Aurelia replied.
"Don't mind those stinky men. We're having a party tonight. Remember to come …" Sasha, who was the most active, whispered into Tyrande's ears.
While official negotiations were important when it came to interactions between nations, personal relationships were also important. If one attended the meeting but did not even have a private conversation, then the visit would undoubtedly be a failure.
The first and second day were all given to the kings to chat in private. It was obvious that Tyrande was not excluded from the Alliance's circle.
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