Menethil's Power

Chapter 259 Loyal Dog
The northern border, the town of Talus.

Three figures in green cloaks appeared on the road at the entrance of the town. Their attire is easily reminiscent of those elves with long ears, so the guards at the gate of the town suddenly became a little nervous. This is the headquarters of the Northern Legion of Lordaeron The garrison point, and the legion leader Osmar Garithos is notoriously disgusted with elves.

Sergeant Rogers, the captain of the guard, felt a little puzzled. These three men were dressed as rangers, but they rode very ordinary horses, like the ones raised by rural farmers, and two of them wore hoods and almost No face could be seen, but the only one who showed up did not have long ears, it turned out to be a human being.

"Who are you?" The sergeant asked cautiously.

"On behalf of the Ranger General Sylvanas of Silvermoon City, I am asking to see Lord Garithers. We have an important military report." The ranger who appeared said.

Sergeant Rogers looked him up and down, his eyes revealing strangeness, "You, a human being, can represent an elf?"

"That's right." The human ranger affirmed, and the two companions behind him also lifted their hoods at this time. The iconic long ears and blue eyes without pupils showed their pure elven blood.

Only then did Rogers put away his doubts, "Wait a minute, I'll report to the head of the legion right now."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Nathanos Marris nodded slightly, expressing his thanks.

He didn't care about the weird eyes of the former Sergeant Rogers. In fact, since he joined the Ranger Troop in Silvermoon City, both elves and humans looked at him as if they were looking at precious animals. identified heterogeneity.

But he didn't care, he was willing to endure any blank stares for her.

He was originally just an ordinary farm boy in Marris Farm, who lived a life of herding and loved hunting, until that day he accidentally strayed into the land of elves and was captured by a ranger army. Even among the generally good-looking elves, she was breathtakingly beautiful.

The other rangers wanted him to fend for himself, and some even suggested that he be executed on the spot, but she advocated sending him back to his country. "Sisters, don't forget that we and humans are allies." She said, her voice was as beautiful as an organ, Fascinating.

Afterwards, their team was attacked by trolls. During the battle, Nathanos accidentally picked up a dropped longbow, and shot the witch doctor hidden behind the troll warrior with precision, making this A battle that should have been lost in half has become extremely simple.

"You are very good." After the battle, her approval made him tremble with joy, "Are you interested in becoming a ranger?"

Of course Nathanos wished for it, and it was only at this time that he knew the name of this beautiful ranger land, Sylvanas, which was as soft as the wind when he pronounced it.

She personally trained him, extremely cruel and strict training, but he was willing to do so. Facts have proved that her vision was indeed right. In just a few years, he has reached the level of strength of the ranger lord, and in the process he also Gradually understand the true identity of Sylvanas, a member of the Windrunner family, a ranger general, and she is the noblest group of high elves.

Nathanos was ashamed of himself, he could only hide the growing emotion, leaving only the most steadfast admiration and loyalty.

But two days ago, she, who has always been strong and aloof, actually cried. When facing her exhausted brother, hearing about the fall of Silvermoon City, and the uncertainty about the life and death of her elder sister, she turned her back to her subordinates, shrugged her shoulders, and said nothing. sobbing.

Nathanos' heart was pierced. Although he didn't understand why the mighty Quel'Thalas was suddenly on the verge of extinction, he didn't care about it. He only hoped that she would not be harmed.So when she entrusted him with the task of contacting humans, even though he didn't want to return to his hometown, he fully agreed and pledged his life to complete it.

"Don't talk until you see Garithos, I'll negotiate." Nathanos whispered to the two elf companions.

Sergeant Rogers came back with an orderly, "Lord Garrisus grants your request, please follow me." The orderly said.

They were taken to a training ground, and their mounts were temporarily stored in a stable beside them. These three farm horses were brought out by Nathanos from his own farm and must be kept safe.

In the training ground, there were two strong men in high-ranking officers' uniforms, and Nathanos judged that the brown-haired one was Garithos, because he had a higher rank and was older.Garithos was so focused on the fight that he seemed to have completely forgotten that he had agreed to the elf messenger's request until he cut off a training sword. "This time it's a draw, and the bet will continue to be saved until the next time." He said.

"You are the officer, you decide." His opponent spread his hands to express his helplessness. This is a blond man with a height of more than two meters, with well-developed pectoralis major muscles, and his skin is shiny with sweat.

Garithos took the wet towel handed over by the servant and wiped his sweat, then looked in Nathanos' direction, "Okay, envoys, tell me what news do those elves with eyes above the top want to tell me?"

"Your Excellency Garithos, Quel'Thalas has been attacked by demons. Silvermoon City is at stake. This is an enemy more terrifying than orcs. We need help. Please send reinforcements and report the situation to Terena immediately. His Majesty the King," Nathanos stepped forward and said.

Garithos didn't seem to hear what Nathanos said, but looked up and down Nathanos with interest, "I heard that a human ranger suddenly appeared on the elves' side in recent years, it seems to be you?"

"That's right, I'm Nathanos Marris." Nathanos replied patiently.

"You don't look like a nobleman. What was your identity before you became a ranger?" Garithos asked again.

"I used to live on the Marris Farm as a commoner. Your Excellency, this is a disaster that will inevitably sweep across the entire continent. You must act immediately!" Nathanos said urgently.

Garithos chuckled, "A peasant boy dares to talk to me like that after hugging the elf's thigh." He raised his chin with a haughty expression, "Go back and tell your elf master that there is no Majesty Terenas It is impossible for me to send a single soldier, so I ask them to negotiate directly with His Majesty."

"But you obviously have the right to make your own decisions. My lord, the situation in Quel'Thalas is urgent. Every moment of delay will aggravate the crisis. Your Excellency, please send troops. I believe His Majesty the King will definitely allow you after receiving the report." The first to act," Nathanos persuaded.

However, Garithos still has a business-like attitude, "Listen boy, Quesarlas and Lordaeron are no longer an alliance. Once my soldiers cross the border, it will be regarded as an invasion. At that time, any elf can Attack them legally, and only your Sun King can solve this problem, and it is up to him to make the decision to rejoin the Alliance before Lordaeron can come to your aid."

"But Quel'Thalas assisted the Alliance at the beginning of the Second War!" Nathanos argued.

"That's it." Garithos stroked his beard, "Lieutenant Orm!" he shouted.

"Here!" An officer in solid armor rushed over immediately.

"Take your men and follow this foreign elf gentleman to aid Quel'Thalas." Garithos said, looking at Nathanos at the same time, "Well, the number of heavy infantry in a battalion is comparable to that of Silvermoon City. Much more were sent." He gave a mocking smile.

"This..." Nathanos still wanted to argue, but he couldn't open his mouth. He suddenly understood that Garithos's attitude at this time was the attitude of Music City to human beings before. Human body only.

What an irony.

Seeing that Nathanos was speechless, Garithos smiled coldly, "The elves think they are superior and regard other creatures as inferior races, but when they are really in danger, they have to look down and seek us. It was so ridiculous 3000 years ago, and it was also the same during the Second War, since the elves always reject us as foreigners, presumably they should be more willing to deal with their own problems alone."

He suddenly approached with a dangerous light in his eyes, "Listen, Nathanos farmer from Marris Farm, you must know that not everyone will kneel and lick those stupid elves as willingly as you, Be their lackey."

If you are a person with a keen political sense, you will hear that Garithos really means to benefit, just as the Kingdom of Arathor helped Quel'Thalas fight the trolls, and at the same time, the elves gained magical knowledge.But Nathanos, who was born in a farming family, would naturally not have this kind of awareness. He only knew that his diplomatic mission had failed this time.

Cirvanas hoped that his human status would make it easier to communicate with Lordaeron's higher-ups, but he didn't expect it to have the exact opposite effect.

"Since your Excellency is unwilling to agree, then I will take my leave." Nathanos said after taking a deep breath, and left with two elf rangers who were obviously angry. The king, but looking at the three farm horses in the stables, he fell into deep worry again. These animals are a little bit hard to get here, and it is impossible to support them to the king's city.

He shouldn't have replaced the chocobo with these bad horses just to keep a low profile, Nathanos thought bitterly.

"Hey, who is that?" A rough voice suddenly came to mind behind him, "Can you guarantee that what you said is true? Quel'Thalas is almost finished?"

Nathanos turned around and found that it was the blond man who had previously sparred with Garithos. He was obviously also a high-ranking officer. The human ranger nodded, "Yes, the situation is very critical. It can be said that the whole world is at stake."

"Damn it." The blond man muttered, "I'm Reinhardt, the acting head of the Heaven's Punishment Legion. Your news should be taken seriously by a certain big shot. Follow me." He waved his hand, three times The rangers looked at each other, and finally chose to believe in this seemingly reliable guy.

Reinhardt took them to another camp not far from the town of Talus. The flag of this camp was a black sword-shaped cross on a white background. Nathanos was surprised to find that even the lowest-level soldiers in this army With the breath of holy light, that is to say, everyone is a professional paladin.

But what surprised him even more was still behind, Reinhardt led them to a room with a blue permanent portal inside, "I will take you to the teleportation point in Tirisfal Glades, Then go directly to Wangcheng to meet that big shot," Reinhardt said.

(End of this chapter)