Chapter 347 |
“It is an honor to meet you, Lord Abbendis!” In the reception hall, Tyrande lifted her head high and greeted Abbendis, who was seated on the high throne.
Although it was a greeting, her arrogant posture was fully displayed.
Actually, Tyrande is generally a relatively gentle person within the night elf race and in daily life.
But as the envoy of the powerful Night Elf Empire, she had the capital to be arrogant and the necessity to display such a posture, after all, she no longer represented herself but the entire Night Elf race.
After all, at this era, the strength of the Night Elf Empire was unmatched across Azeroth except by the dragons—at least until Abbendis obtained the Dimensional Trade System.
So the superior attitude had to be grasped.
“The honor is mine, being recognized by the powerful Night Elf race is something every kingdom longs for!”
Regarding Tyrande’s feigned posture, Abbendis, sitting on the lord’s high seat, thought “whether purple-skinned or fair-skinned elves, they were all the same kind of people,” inside but smiled happily on his face.
Since he thoroughly built up his powerful team, no one had dared to be so arrogant in front of him for a long time. Even those once very proud collaborators—the naga tribes of the sea—were becoming more and more polite to him.
If it weren’t for Terenas taking the initiative early to arrange a betrothal between Calia and Abbendis, the nobles wanting to marry their daughters to Abbendis would line up from Undercity all the way to Mount Hyjal!
But there were still two forces that remained extremely arrogant.
That was the Night Elf race before him, and the High Elves aside from the Farstrider army led by the Windrunner family.
Hmph, sooner or later I’ll tie you up and give you a harsh beating!
Abbendis thought this as he appraised Tyrande from head to toe.
When Josh previously told him about the Night Elves, he often teased this “Granny Tyrande” before him, so he was somewhat “well acquainted” with her.
After meeting the real person, he felt that besides a somewhat ethereal temperament, she was nothing special.
In terms of beauty, she was not even as good-looking as the maid beside her.
God knows why the legendary demon hunter Illidan was so obsessed with this woman—when Josh told him about Night Elf history, the longest chapter was undoubtedly about the popular Night Elf Illidan Stormrage.
Hmm...that maid is indeed quite pretty.
While Abbendis observed Tyrande and her maid, Tyrande and Maiev disguised as a maid also observed this human lord who was legendary even among the Night Elves.
Their first impression of Abbendis was: young, and still young.
These two Night Elf leaders had already lived for over ten thousand years, and unlike ancient emperors who rarely left the palace, the Night Elves merely interacted less frequently with other races, but they did interact.
Therefore, they had a very high level of knowledge about all of Azeroth and had seen many humans.
But they had never seen someone as young as Abbendis commanding such a vast force.
At most 20 years old, right? At that age, not to mention the eternally living Night Elves, even in the human world, he would still just be a young man.
“Lord Abbendis, you are too modest. With the prosperity of your territory now, even the great Emperor Thoradin in the past would be no better!” Tyrande praised.
“Hahaha, enough, Lord Whisperwind, let’s not waste time on pleasantries. Please speak your purpose. Since you personally came here, it can’t be just to exchange compliments. You know I once sent many envoys to Ashenvale...that was not a pleasant memory!”
Although Abbendis enjoyed being compared to Thoradin, the first great emperor in human civilization history, he was not so foolish as to forget who he was. He directly interrupted Tyrande and shifted the topic to a formal one, also sarcastically hinting—he had sent many envoy groups wanting good relations with the Night Elves, but they never even got into Ashenvale before being turned back by the guards.
If this had been a human kingdom, war would have broken out long ago.
“I deeply apologize for the rudeness of my subordinates, so this visit aims to improve relations and establish trade!” Tyrande, rarely showing any apology to Abbendis’ sarcasm, responded. In truth, she had wanted to receive Abbendis’ envoys long ago. Even if they didn’t have to establish diplomatic ties, at least they shouldn’t offend him.
It was just that she had never overcome Fandral Staghelm.
During the Ancient War, because Malfurion made a pact with the dragons and planted Nordrassil, bringing great merit by granting the Night Elves immortality, the druid faction-led Cenarion Circle held the greatest voice among the Night Elf race.
Adding Fandral Staghelm’s merits in the Battle of the Thousand Needles, even though Malfurion fell into slumber, Tyrande’s voice in the tribe was still somewhat weaker than Staghelm’s.
Moreover, due to her personality, Tyrande often took a conciliatory stance in many non-critical matters.
Though the actual responsibility should have been Staghelm’s, in front of outsiders, Tyrande did not shirk but took it on honestly.
“But…when we came, we saw your army preparing for battle. I wonder...” Tyrande, just after apologizing, suddenly changed the subject to Abbendis’ upcoming expedition fleet.
Although through her own intelligence agency, she had long known Abbendis’ objective, this matter obviously could not be discussed openly, so she had to find an excuse to start the topic.
“Oh, you mean the fleet preparing to set out? You needn’t worry, I have always loved peace and would not start a war lightly, nor do I have any ill intentions toward the peace-loving Night Elf race! In fact, my purpose this time is somewhere you should be very familiar with—the Broken Isles!” Abbendis calmly explained.
“…The Broken Isles? By the Moon Goddess, do you know what that place is?” Tyrande’s face suddenly changed upon hearing Abbendis’ answer and she questioned sharply.
Her natural facial change made Maiev frown beside her.
This was really acting...obviously knowing everything but still pretending to be extremely surprised.
“I do understand, but you must not misunderstand. My purpose is simply to help my subordinate find his relatives. I have no other plans!” Facing Tyrande’s questioning, Abbendis was well prepared and answered calmly, pointing at the honest-looking Baine Bloodhoof beside him.
“Find relatives?” Looking at Baine, Tyrande’s expression turned confused. Now it was her turn to be puzzled.
“Lady Tyrande, you are a hero who experienced the Ancient War. Surely you have heard of Huln Highmountain, a hero from the ancient era!” Abbendis said slowly.