With a holy smile, Alaya slowly descended in front of the Sentinel Captain.
"Greetings, mortal." After secretly reciting the lines that she had memorized for a long time, Alaya said with a holy smile, "I hope we are not too late."
The Sentinel Captain opened his mouth, but in the end, nothing came out.
What should he say at this moment?
Furthermore, what was left in his mind at this moment?
The Sentinel Captain wasn't a High Noble who had seen much of the world, nor was he a calm and wise Great Mage. He was only the Captain of a small Sentinel team of twenty. The rare experience of facing a God directly caused this Captain's brain to sink into a certain degree of chaos. Walking forward was an instinctive action driven by his duty as a Captain, but after completing this instinctive action, he suddenly realized that he didn't know how to react in this situation.
After holding it in for a long time, the Sentinel Captain finally squeezed out two words. "… Greetings …"
The moment the words left his mouth, the Sentinel Captain felt regret. Such an important occasion, such a precious experience, as the first Blood Elf to speak to a God face-to-face, he held it in for a full five minutes in front of an Angel and only managed to squeeze out such a sentence. What a waste! This was practically the same as bringing a lifetime VIP gold card with a gold-plated rose to the main store from thousands of miles away, only to end up with a bowl of salad!
Alaya didn't know how vexed the Sentinel Captain was right now. She felt that she had fallen into a huge crisis …
I forgot … I actually forgot the lines that I prepared!
This was an unbelievable situation. The world's arbitration body, which had an almost limitless memory capacity and a data processing capacity equivalent to ten million ordinary Xi Ling Apostles, the angel Miss Alaya, had actually forgotten a sentence that had a total of a dozen sentences and was only left with one sentence! Even the most outstanding Schilling Master wouldn't be able to analyze this situation. We could only attribute this godly development to a certain Dummy's extremely off-line personality and a certain extremely lazy author's extremely irresponsible … cough cough, I didn't say anything …
Seeing that the atmosphere we created was about to dissipate under the stare of a Crowd A and a Dummy Angel, and just as I was about to remind a certain Dummy of her lines through our mental link, the sound of a large group of people galloping from afar broke the awkwardness.
A group of Blood Elves, who seemed to be of high status based on their attire, galloped over under the protection of a group of guards. From the red chocobos beneath them, it was obvious that this was a group of guards belonging to the Blood Elf Royal Family.
Alaya looked at the small group of Blood Elves that was rushing over. The unique mounts beneath them reminded the Angel of a certain creature that he had seen on television back on Earth. As the images of the two creatures overlapped in his mind, Alaya couldn't help but blurt, "… Ostrich?"
Well, at least this time, Alaya wasn't wrong …
Along with a cloud of dust, a male Elf wearing a luxurious red mage robe stopped a dozen meters in front of Alaya. If one didn't look at his figure and just based on his appearance, this shiny and handsome man, who could be mistaken for a female, nimbly dismounted from his bird. He couldn't help but glance at the gigantic warship that was emanating an oppressive aura not too far away. He stared blankly for a few seconds before returning to his senses. Even though he had seen it from afar, he was still startled by the enormous warship that was hovering in the air. But very quickly, this Elf who seemed to have an extraordinary status regained his composure. With a respectful expression, he bowed towards the Angel in front of him in a common greeting of the Elves.
"Venerable Divine Envoy, thank you so much for your assistance."
The handsome male Elf spoke in a tone that was neither servile nor overbearing. Judging from this, this Elf was definitely someone who had experienced much in the past. After all, not everyone would be able to remain so calm in front of a legendary creature. However, since Alaya wasn't wearing any conspicuous noble accessories, and given the current situation, most Blood Elf nobles had already given up on their extravagant but useless and troublesome noble etiquette, we were unable to determine his status and identity through his attire.
The male elves' respect for Alaya was within our expectations. Although the blood elves didn't revere the Gods as much as the other species in this world, that didn't mean that they were a bunch of megalomaniacs with no faith. Even the blood elves would show enough respect when facing a legendary existence like a "God." Not to mention, these Gods were incredibly powerful. I was sure that anyone with a higher IQ than a table would know what kind of attitude they should show in such a situation.
Not to mention that we had just helped them block an undead wave of several hundred thousand.
Fine, I admit that the undead army of several hundred thousand that had gone berserk in advance had actually been driven here by the borderlands … But wasn't that an accident?
Actually, it wasn't that the Blood Elves refused to join the Salvation Army. It was just that they were unable to accept the fact that they were fighting on the same side as the humans who had just ousted their king and indirectly caused the destruction of the High Elf Kingdom. (In this world, the "plot" had long since ceased to exist. Even though Arthas' fall hadn't caused much of a change, it was only when Kael 'thas was forced to break off relations with the human alliance that the Calamity Army led by Arthas destroyed Quel' Thalas. Kael 'thas didn't join the human alliance after Quel' Thalas was destroyed, and this change further increased the Blood Elves' hostility towards humans in this world.) Not only that, when the human emissaries came to Silvermoon City to invite the Blood Elves to join the Salvation Army, the undead in the Ghost Lands were still in a period of quietness. Silvermoon City was also in the process of being rebuilt, and everything didn't seem as bad as it seemed. This also caused the Blood Elves to underestimate the impending disaster. They believed that the human emissaries were just trying to scare them.
But this time, several hundred thousand undead had surrounded and attacked the broken Quel 'Thalas defense line. This made the Blood Elves finally realize that a great disaster was really coming …
In such a situation, many of the Blood Elf nobles who had been resolutely opposed to joining the human alliance started to waver. Although the hatred of the destruction of a country was as heavy as a mountain, it would be foolish to cause the destruction of an entire race in a fit of pique.
Thus, after Kael 'thas saw what was happening outside the large barrier through arcane magic, he decisively led his personal guards to the place where the God's Battleship had landed to welcome it.
That's right, Kael 'thas. The handsome old Elf standing in front of Alaya was wearing an extravagant red robe. He was so handsome that even his eyebrows looked like they were made of mousse. He was the famous Kael' thas. In the original plot, for the revival of his entire race, he ended up walking the wrong path and summoning Kil 'jaeden Toilet.
But now that we had interfered, the unspoken story between Kael 'thas and Kil' jaeden Toilet would probably never happen.
Kael 'thas' arrival resolved the awkwardness between the Sentinel Captain and Alaya. The former finally heaved a sigh of relief. It was his first time facing a super big shot like a "God", which made him quite nervous. But now, seeing Prince Kael 'thas, who he usually didn't even dare to breathe heavily, actually made him feel relaxed.
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We parked the battleship at the edge of the Haunted Land to guard against the undead that could invade at any time. Then, we all switched to a small transport ship and followed Kael 'thas' directions to the legendary beautiful and mystical Elven capital — Silver Moon City.
If you asked me what impression I had of Silver Moon City, it would be — ruins.
The calamity that Quel 'Thalas in this world had suffered was far more severe than what I had understood in the "plot." Arthas' iron hooves had almost completely destroyed this once beautiful country. I couldn't imagine that these ruined towers and houses with only broken walls were the once glorious and elegant Elven capital. Between these ruins, countless pairs of eyes filled with fear and panic focused on us, making us feel incredibly depressed.
And all of this was thanks to the former human Prince Arthas.
Looking at the ruined city around us and the injured Blood Elf civilians everywhere, I finally understood why they had rejected the human's invitation to join the Salvation Army.
"From the looks of it, the Blood Elves won't be able to rebuild their city for at least a hundred years. As for the revival of their entire race …" Sandora spoke through our mental connection. "Their population has even dropped to the point where it's barely enough to support the development of an entire race … I don't think they have the chance to regain their glory."
"Don't underestimate this race. With their long lifespan and outstanding magical talent, the Elven race won't be destroyed so easily. Furthermore, they will soon receive help from their allies."
I looked behind me. A figure wearing a large cloak was slowly following behind us. Although I couldn't see the other party's expression, I could tell from her slightly messy footsteps that her emotions were in turmoil.
'Cirvanas, is this your former home …'
"The Calamity Army took everything away from us." Kael 'thas led us through the ruins of Silver Moon City, which was filled with devastation. The baptism of war forced the once proud and noble Blood Elf King to shoulder the heavy responsibility of rebuilding their homeland from the ruins with his people. "The once glorious and powerful High Elven Kingdom is now only a pile of ruins and less than a hundred thousand pathetic refugees. Can the people of Sin' dorei still shoulder the heavy responsibility of fighting for the God's army?"
Kael 'thas spoke very tactfully, but none of us here were fools. His meaning was clear. The Blood Elves already had their hands full and it was impossible for them to provide any support to the Salvation Army. What they needed now was help, not the illusory honor of sacrificing themselves for the God's army.
"The people of Sin 'dorei will regain their glory," Lin Xue suddenly said. "You will still stand tall in the future World of Azeroth."
"This is our prophet," I introduced. "What she sees is your future destiny. Now, I hope that you can provide us with some help. Don't worry, this won't require you to make any sacrifices …"
At this moment, a small figure suddenly ran over and interrupted my next words.
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