Ranger King of Azeroth

  Chapter 37 Darkan Drahir

  In order to **** the captive trolls along the way, the rangers have not been moving fast, and the elves along the way are also extremely curious about the trolls they have never seen before, and their marching speed is even slower under their drag.

  Halraz, who is an important trophy, is of course under special surveillance. Not only has a separate prison car been prepared for him, but the rangers in charge of escorting him have also been very vigilant.

   When the entire army finally arrived at the gate of Silvermoon City, Lianda, who was the king's representative, and two members of the Silvermoon Council had already been waiting here.

  One of the old elves with long golden hair nodded in satisfaction and asked a young elf beside him, "Sean, is Halaz in the leading prison car?"

   The young male elf who was winking at Charlemagne was none other than Sean Morning Walker. After hearing what the congressman said, he hurriedly regained his respectful expression.

   "Yes, my lord uncle, he is one of the leaders of the current Amani trolls—Halraz, a follower of the Lynx Spirit."

   "Humph!"

  The old councilor laughed disdainfully, "This guy was still a kid at the end of the troll war. Otherwise, if he met me, I'm afraid he wouldn't be alive today!"

   Although Sean felt a little helpless when he heard this, the elderly just like to recall the past, and they even like to brag when they talk about themselves when they were young.

  But even though he felt so similar in his heart, he still had to agree with two sentences.

   "What my uncle said is that my uncle is mighty."

"Snapped!"

  The old elf patted his nephew on the head angrily, "Plaguing has no professionalism, it's hypocritical."

In the distance, Charlemagne naturally noticed the interaction between the two. If nothing else, this old man wearing a light red ornate mage robe with the coat of arms symbolizing the Silver Moon Council pinned to his neckline is the member of the Dawnwalker family—Osis Chen Walker.

   Sean didn't follow Li Reza when he set off, but directly teleported back to Silvermoon City. Because of his contribution this time, he was specially brought by his uncle to participate in the welcome ceremony.

  This is an opportunity to show his face. Sean did not expect such a big gain from going out to gilt this time. Not long after he returned home, he immediately put on his most expensive mage robe happily and followed his uncle to the gate to greet him.

   On the other side, Li Reza had already communicated with the leader of the congressman, and the instructor's name surprised Charlemagne, who was originally indifferent.

   "Meet you again, Senator Drahir, I didn't expect you to come out to greet me in person."

   Li Reza showed a rare formulaic smile and shook hands with the visitor.

  'Drasil? ! Could it be Darkan? '

   Charlemagne immediately stared at the congressman with a gentle smile after hearing the name.

   "Your contributions this time are not small, and of course the council should also pay attention to it. Don't you see that His Majesty the Sun King also sent out important juniors from the royal family?"

  Darkan, an old fritter, responded to Richelieu's greeting with a smile, and did not forget to bring Lianda at the side into the topic.

  The Silvermoon Council of the high elves is rather strange. It doesn't have a leading speaker like the human council, so the members are nominally of the same status.

  Of course...just in name, where there are people, there will be fights, and it is inevitable in the Silver Moon Council.

  Although they are united on the point of hating the king, in fact, the entire parliament is not monolithic, and the 6 members are roughly divided into 3 factions.

   One of the three factions headed by Darkan Drahir is a typical radical faction. They are eager to seize control of the Sunwell from the king.

  Among the remaining two factions, although the elderly Osis Dawnwalker keeps pace with the members of the parliament in principle, he has gradually thought of retiring in recent years because he has been reclusive.

  In the action against the king, he often just shouted 666 soy sauce from the sidelines, and most of the time it was the mild-mannered Darkan who charged into battle.

  In the last two factions, Herman Burnshang is the main one. Compared with the Darkan faction, they are more moderate. They just want the royal family to share the rights of the Sunwell to the parliament instead of completely seizing it.

  Darkan's radical faction has gradually occupied a dominant position in the parliament due to its large number of people, and Darkan has become more and more powerful as a "speaker", although there is actually no such position in the Silvermoon Parliament.

  It is also very interesting to talk about the surnames of these councilors. The upper families of the high elves almost all have surnames related to the words morning, fire, inflammation, and sun.

  Usually, the surnames with these words are the earliest distinguished group of high elf nobles, such as Fireblade, Firewing, Dawnblade, Fireblade and even the Royal Sunstrider, which is also related to Quel'Thalas' worship of the sun.

  Speaking of this, there is another rumor. It is said that apart from the Sunstrider family, these families were not called by these names at first. They used to be night elves who were also used to bathing in the light of the moon **** Elune.

  However, after being exiled, they began to loathe their previous customs and beliefs extremely, and completely abandoned their nocturnal living habits and worship of the moon, and began to worship the sun instead.

  Not only did they change the family name to be related to the sun, but the new well condensed from the Eternal Well was also named the Sun Well, as if they wanted to completely cut off the connection with the night elves.

   Facts have proved that they also succeeded. After thousands of years of evolution, their descendants can't even remember their origin.

   While the mentor was greeting Darkan and Lianda, Charlemagne still quietly watched Darkan with long silver hair with a serious face.

   Just like the rumors, this elf who also plays a pivotal role in the Silvermoon Council, at least on the surface, looks very friendly.

  However, when Charlemagne observed carefully, he could find that Darkan, who had a gentle smile on his face, was not smiling at all in his eyes, and even carried a faint arrogance and chill.

'snort! Pretending to be pretty...Traitor, you just pray that I don't catch the fox's tail! '

  Although Darkan has no intention of rebelling for the time being, according to the explanation of his mentor Li Reza, Darkan's enthusiasm for the Sunwell has long been there, and the temptation of the Lich King's eternal life is just the last straw that overwhelms the camel's camel.

  Sylvanas, who had been watching Charlemagne from the side, was very puzzled by the way he gritted his teeth and looked at Dar'Khan.

  ‘Could it be that Charlemagne and Congressman Drahir have any problems? It shouldn't be, hasn't he never been to Silvermoon City? '

  When Osis also came up to chat with Li Reza, Sean finally found a chance to say hello to Charlemagne.

   "Hey! Charlemagne and Cirvanas, you are finally here."

   Sean's greeting finally interrupted Charlemagne's thoughts. After taking a deep breath, he smiled and punched Sean, but in his heart he had adjusted Darkan's threat to the highest level.

  ‘There is still time, let’s accumulate strength for now, one day we will get rid of this traitor who is obsessed with the Sunwell! '

  (end of this chapter)