In the first year of the Dark Portal, fast travel through a portal was still unthinkable to most people. With the development of magic technology, directional portal technology has been improved to the maximum extent in the past twenty years.
I still remember that at the first alliance meeting, the kings of various countries took boats and cars and rushed to the meeting at all costs.
Now, the portal can be used in one step. Anyone who can be the ruler of a country must be busy with many things. As long as they are safe, no one has the time to waste on the road.
In Teldrassil, Tyrande's confidant Melander was still worried: "I wonder if we will be coldly received by the kings of various countries after we join the alliance?"
In fact, the naturalists also have such concerns. Fandral Staghelm even publicly stated that Tyrande's approach is like trying to please the cold butt.
However, among the night elves, more people are inclined to the Alliance. After all, on one side are the nice-looking guys who look like human beings, and on the other side are either bones or the green-skinned orcs who killed their demigod Cenarius...
However, no matter how much you think about it, it is not as good as an actual visit.
"No." Tyrande smiled gently.
"Yes, Your Excellency the High Priest, what happened recently? I always feel that you are in a particularly good mood and look radiant."
"Really? It must be your illusion." Tyrande turned her head away secretly, her face flushed: "Time's up!"
Crossing the portal opened by the Dalaran mages sent in advance, the night elves felt a trance. It was a feeling of spatial deviation that they had not experienced since they exiled their compatriots thousands of years ago, the blood elves who now called themselves Sin'dorei.
This feeling was very brief, lasting only a few seconds.
When they came to their senses, they found themselves in a not-so-long wide passage, with the portal less than ten meters away.
"Sentinels! Stand up straight!" Melander's idea was, of course, to show the prestige of the night elves.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I went out, a female figure in a blue and white wizard robe came towards me quickly.
"Sister Tyrande! We meet again!" With a calm tone and enthusiastic actions, under the gaze of Melander and the Sentinels, the crowned Queen Jaina of Kul Tiras rushed up and hugged Tyrande.
Their actions were extremely intimate, just like sisters who had been separated for many years.
"You are the queen! Please pay attention to your image!" Although she said it as a reminder, Tyrande's tone was as if she was doting on her own sister, and there was no sense of alienation at all.
Melander was extremely surprised. The last time they joined forces to kill Archimonde at Mount Hyjal, they hadn't been seen so close before!
What exactly happened?
"Sister, take my carriage!" Jaina pointed to her royal carriage.
"Then I'll trouble you, sister." Tyrande smiled gently, waved to Melander, indicating that they should follow, and got on the carriage without hesitation.
After all, the mana consumption of the portal is determined by the volume and weight of the teleported object. Tyrande did not bring her extremely famous white tiger, so the transportation can only be provided by the Alliance.
With the queen of Kul Tiras, the earliest member of the Alliance, leading the way, this is of course the best thing for the night elves to integrate into the Alliance.
Along the way, Tyrande and Jaina were laughing and talking happily in the carriage, and they were getting along very well. The curiosity of the sentinels such as Melander was almost maxed out.
That was all. As soon as I arrived at the newly built Lordaeron Palace, I ran into Sylvanas, Queen of the Sin'dorei, and Ilucia, Queen of Alterac.
There was no formal greeting at all. Ilucia came up and gave her a warm hug: "Welcome to Lordaeron, sister. After the meeting, you can come to my Nanhai City when you have time!"
Sylvanas came up and gave her a hug as well.
"Sister, nice to see you again!" Sylvanas' tone was a little calmer, but everyone could see her kindness towards Tyrande.
"Um."
The elves of two skin colors and the two great leaders hugging each other has great historical significance for the night elves who have been closed for thousands of years.
Some of the older night elf sentinels were upset. After all, the two great elves had the same roots and the split was caused purely by differences in philosophy. Unexpectedly, after 10,000 years of the Ancient War, the night elves and blood elves stood side by side again.
Compared to the enthusiasm of Jaina and Ilucia, Sylvanas is more reserved, but she and Tyrande have another common topic - shooting. Tyrande is a priest and archer, and she also has a very powerful archery skill.
The two strongest shooters of this era walked side by side and communicated with each other.
The two queens in front were more intimate. Ilucia and Jaina were walking arm in arm as if they were shopping.
Behind them, Melander and the sentries stood stunned.
As if it was an appointment, Duke arrived, bringing with him Windrunner's eldest sister and third sister.
Duke gracefully made an introduction gesture: "Tyrande, welcome to Lordaeron! Actually, you have met the three Windrunner sisters, but please allow me to formally introduce them to you, Alleria and Vereesa. They are now the leaders of the newly established organization Silver Dawn."
Sounds fake, doesn't it?
There is no way! This is a formal official occasion.
It was obvious that they had already met each other sincerely and reached a consensus, but they had to introduce themselves again in public.
Alleria held Tyrande's hands and said elegantly, "Welcome, Sister Tyrande! The Silver Dawn is a civilian organization mainly composed of high elves, whose goal is to fight against the Scourge. But we are directly under the Alliance Command, so if there is a mission involving fighting the Scourge, please be sure to call us sisters."
"We will definitely have many opportunities to communicate."
Tyrande looked at Duke and was about to say something when suddenly a rude and powerful voice came: "Duke! Don't hang out with the women. Come and drink with me. This time we brothers will drink you down and trick the good stuff out of your stomach."
The two short guys seemed to roll over and picked up the confused Duke and ran away.
Tyrande was stunned: "That is..."
"Magni Bronzebeard, the dwarf king of Ironforge, and his third brother, Brann." Alleria replied.
"Don't worry about those stinky men. We sisters are having a party tonight, remember to come..." The most active Vereesa came up and whispered in Tyrande's ear.
Official negotiations between countries are important, but private relations are equally essential. If you attend a meeting but don't have any private exchanges, then this visit is undoubtedly a failure.
The entire daytime of the first and second day was given to the kings to chat privately. It was obvious that Tyrande was not excluded from the Alliance circle.