"Um..."

After listening to Aluriel's somewhat crazy idea, the astrologer Aitaus rubbed his chin. After a moment of thinking, the respected elder whispered:

"It's not that I can't adopt your opinion, let's just use it as a backup plan."

"I still prefer a peaceful approach, elders."

Chief Arcanist Thalyssra moved her body uneasily and said:

"Our people have already suffered a catastrophe. It is not a wise move to start a war with an unknown outcome at this time. Maybe, maybe our messengers can bring back good news? Maybe Quel'dorei and Xin

Are the Dela elves willing to share the source of their magic with us? After all... we all come from the same bloodline."

"Childish idea! You actually put the survival of the race on the kindness of others!"

The magic swordsman sneered disdainfully, but just when she wanted to continue to ridicule Thalyssra's timid behavior, the great mage Elisande, who had been silent, suddenly opened his eyes. This son of the night

The ruler sensed the magic fluctuations in the ruins of Zahnar, and she said in a deep voice:

"Okay! Stop arguing!"
Chapter completed!