Daelin was stunned for a moment, and then he drove away the slight sense of loss in his heart. After all, the elves were not originally in the alliance, and if it was true from the perspective of gaining something, he nodded and agreed with Duke's statement.
"Okay! Your Majesties, Gentlemen, no matter what, we should be graceful and go to welcome them." Lothar was clearly saying, don't be so petty.
Everyone else had come here, so they naturally agreed.
So they started riding down the mountain and across the village. Although Antonidas was over 60 years old, he was able to mount his horse very lightly. If it were King Terenas, he would have to climb up the stairs and have five or six people to help him.
When they rode to the dock and just dismounted, the first elven warship just docked at the dock.
A tall and slender figure jumped down, her footsteps were so light that she made almost no sound when she landed on the stone pier, as if a ball of cotton wool was floating on it. Her long blonde hair that reached her waist reflected the sunlight, shining brightly.
Lothar and Duke heard the sound of more than one person breathing heavily around them. Of course, the one who was breathing the loudest was Turalyon beside Lothar.
When everyone looked closely at the figure, they were so shocked by her stunning beauty that they were speechless.
Unlike most high elves who have a slender figure and overly pale skin, her figure, although a little frail at first glance, is actually very fit. Unlike the mainstream rulers of the high elves - those spellcasters who like gorgeous and colorful clothes, her clothes are all forest green or oak brown.
She wore a light breastplate over a pure white shirt, shorts that exposed half of her thighs, a hooded emerald green cape thrown behind her, and a pair of light brown leather gloves that covered her from her fingers to her elbows. The same was true for her long boots, which protected her all the way to her knees.
A rapier with a white scabbard and green hilt, very elven-style, hung on the belt on her left hip, and on the right was a small bag for storing things and a small signal horn.
She carried a longbow and a full quiver on her back. Of course, because she carried it sideways, the bowstring was stretched diagonally across the middle of the two peaks, making them look even more tall and proud.
Whether it was Daelin, Llane, or Lothar, as high-ranking officials in the kingdom, they were always surrounded by beautiful women. In this day and age, noble men who didn't have a few lovers were embarrassed to come out and greet people. Not to mention Lothar, who was already a widower. For a handsome middle-aged man like Lothar, he was definitely a model of attracting bees and butterflies.
Yet only a few of them could approach the beauty of this elf, but none of them had ever seen such a perfect combination of beauty and grace.
Lothar could understand very well why even his adjutant Turalyon, who had just completed the baptism of a paladin and strictly disciplined himself with many virtues such as "justice and piety", was fascinated by her.
At this moment, the greatest tragedy happened!
It's a tragedy because the table is covered with tableware.
Turalyon, who was quietly giving his love, just stared at the mysterious goddess in his heart and whispered, "Honey, I miss you so much--" Then he flew over and knocked Duke to the ground.
That beautiful face rubbed against Duke's chest like a puppy, and the intimacy was so intimate that anyone would conclude that this female elf and Duke had an extraordinary and deep love.
At this moment, Turalyon felt that the "heart" he had treasured for more than 20 years was broken. It was ruthlessly smashed by one of his superiors, Duke Edmund, who had a greater and more glorious record.
Although Turalyon knew that his love for her, which he had never even confessed, was totally unworthy of mentioning, he could not control his emotions. His mouth moved as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he could only remain silent.
They were originally a couple. Am I going to break them up just because I fell in love with them at first sight?
The Paladin's rhythm suppressed Turalyon's emotions, and soon, Turalyon's reason prevailed again.
Lothar patted Turalyon's shoulder gently, offering silent comfort.
However, no one expected that the situation would suddenly take a miraculous turn at this moment.
"Excuse me, beautiful lady, which one of the Windrunner are you?" Duke typed with both hands to prove his innocence. Oh, no, he put the backs of his hands on the ground to prove his innocence. At the same time, he looked straight at the sky which seemed interesting but was actually empty. His whole body was stiff and his face was a poker face.
Scared? What does that mean?
All the big guys on Lothar's side were stunned. Duke and this beautiful elf were not in a relationship? Then was it considered an attack if this beautiful woman threw herself at Duke?
What the hell is this?
Logically speaking, the guards around him should have taken action, but no one dared to act rashly.
Your circle is so chaotic, if you make a wrong move you will die!
At this moment, the second elven warship began to dock next to the first elven warship. A green figure suddenly flew out when the ship was still five meters away from the shore.
A shameful and angry female voice shouted from across the air!
"Sylvanas, what are you doing!?"
Upon hearing this voice, the elf woman and Duke who were pressing on him trembled at the same time.
The elf woman, now Sylvanas, stuck out her tongue, lightly pressed the ground with her left index finger, and then her whole body bounced up like a spring, standing solemnly in front of the Alliance leaders, as if nothing had happened.
Seeing her graceful and beautiful figure with a smile on her face, seemingly without any artificial expression, no one would have thought that she was the one who had just knocked down the deputy commander of the alliance.
Lothar and others were dumbfounded, feeling completely confused.
Duke was also disheveled in the wind, and his entire back was covered in cold sweat.
That was a close call!
If I didn't remember clearly, my relationship with Alleria would never have reached this point.
If I was really a little bit perverted just now.
Even if I had nine lives, I'm already a dead cat.
Damn it, that was the legendary Sylvanas! The Sylvanas who hadn't turned into a ghost yet!
Duke felt very confused, he couldn't tell what it was like. Overall, I could only say that it was great to see Sylvanas...
Over there, the real culprit Alleria finally rushed over and grabbed Sylvanas's long pointed ears.
"Sister! Don't—it hurts! It hurts! It hurts! I know I was wrong. Please don't treat me in front of so many kings. It's very rude!"