Chapter 798 Inner height increasing shoes are a great invention!
Before the wedding of Charlemagne and Tyrande, the high-level officials of the two parties had already gone through a long period of discussions and wrangling.
Since the two are high-level important figures of their respective races, no matter whether the wedding is held in Silvermoon City or Darnassus, one party firmly opposes it.
In the end, both the night elves and the high elves accepted Queen Azshara's proposal and held the wedding in Suramar, the pearl of the night empire.
Although the official wedding is still 10 days away, the news about the wedding of the two has already spread all over Azeroth. Even a blind man in Outland got the news through Maiev's schadenfreude.
Although Illidan wished to drag Charlemagne's sack into the Dark Temple and take turns cutting it again and again, this qualified spare tire king finally chose to attend the wedding...in order to bless his beloved Tyrande to find his home.
After returning to the long-lost Azeroth, Illidan first made peace with his brother under Maiev's sneer.
The two brothers were both fallen in the world, and there was no quarrel between the two brothers. They returned to their original birthplace - the small town of Lora Hill in Valsharah.
The two quietly drank fruit wine under the big tree where they used to play when they were young. Although they didn't say anything, Maiev, who was watching secretly from a distance, could feel the tacit atmosphere between the two brothers and...the same failure. canine breath.
No time to pay attention to Illidan, Charlemagne is being played by three wives at the moment, looking hopeless.
cough... It's not the kind of manipulation that outsiders think, it's just that the three sisters of the windrunner tried to hang various decorations on their bodies for testing, and they also wore a tailor-made dress by a court tailor during the process.
This dress is not the traditional gold-red hue of the high elves, but a luxurious deep purple that was commonly used by the high elves during the Night Empire period.
The choice of dress is of course not because the high elves want to be retro, but out of some political considerations.
In order to highlight the characteristics of Quel'Dorei when the dress is selected, you can only work on the accessories. This is also the reason why Charlemagne has been used as a dress-up doll by the three sisters of Alleria these days. .
Seeing that the three of them took out a string of phoenix pendants again with great interest, Charlemagne finally couldn't help but persuaded, "It's almost enough... How many people will take a serious look at jewelry?"
"Tsk tsk tsk~"
Vereesa shook her fingers with a "you don't understand" expression and said, "You don't know that, there are quite a lot of people who like to focus on details, not to mention that your wedding is still under the attention of all ethnic groups. Held, if a flaw is picked out, it will be laughed at for a long time."
Sighing helplessly, Charlemagne said as if giving up, "Forget it...it's up to you."
While Charlemagne and Mr. Bigworth who were sitting on the sofa beside him stared wide-eyed, Tyrande was treated almost the same way. Sarah Hill and Shandris were leading a group of moon gods Priests dressed her up meticulously.
Jalod stood aside and whispered to Fandral beside him with some emotion, "I didn't expect that... I always thought that the High Priest of Whisperwind would choose one of the Brothers Stormrage, but I didn't expect to kill Charlemagne halfway through."
Fandral crossed his arms and shook his head, "It's not considered halfway, strictly speaking, they have known each other for a long time."
"For some reason, Charlemagne went back to the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago. Although he didn't participate in the frontal battlefield, I heard from Master Stormrage that thanks to his activities behind the enemy lines, the War of the Ancients finally ushered in victory. "
"Traveling through time? It sounds like the handwriting of the bronze dragon, and it should be related to Nozdormu."
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In mid-August, the residents of Suramar, who usually lived an elegant and peaceful life, unexpectedly found that their city was ushering in a rare and lively scene in several years.
Humans, dwarves, dwarves, tauren, bear monsters and even orcs, except for trolls, a race that has a natural hatred for elves, most races in Azeroth can be seen in Suramar City in recent days .
Some of the well-informed Nightborne had learned about the marriage between the leaders of the night elves and the high elves, and they were walking all over the city to announce the gossip.
The taverns and hotels in Surama, which usually had few customers, also ushered in a peak period, and the night children who were accustomed to a slow-paced life seemed a little unaccustomed for a while.
And a large number of people with identities from all ethnic groups have gathered in the Dark Night Fortress. Azshara specially prepared a rest place for the envoys of various ethnic groups in this inner city.
On the day of the wedding, Charlemagne and Tyrande, accompanied by bridesmaids and best men of their respective races, stood in front of the stage in gorgeous dresses to receive the attention of people of all ethnic groups.
Charlemagne's best man is Sean Morning Walker, a member of the Silvermoon Council. With his identity and personal relationship with Charlemagne, there is nothing wrong with this position of best man.
Tyrande, who was wearing a gorgeous moon-white priestly gown, was supported by his adopted daughter, Shandris Feather Moon. Today, Tyrande, who wore light makeup, looked less serious than usual and more soft.
But what makes Charlemagne feel very uncomfortable... is the height difference between the two.
Although Charlemagne considers himself a tall and burly type among the high elves, at least he is 1.85 meters tall, but due to the natural height advantage of the night elves, the 1.93 meters Tyrande is still taller than Charlemagne half head...
Even if someone Cha made a heightening shoe on a whim, it still looks a little shorter than Tyrande, which made His Royal Highness the Regent feel a little uncomfortable.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Queen Azshara personally served as the host of the wedding and offered her blessings to the two. After the exchange of rings, Charlemagne's public execution finally ended.
However, the slightly stiff expression on his face before clearly aroused Tyrande's displeasure. While hanging the ring on the necklace on his chest, the High Priest of Whisperwind quietly pinched Charlemagne, who had become her husband, on the collarbone. .
"Forehead…"
Under the playful gaze of Queen Azshara, Charlemagne smiled awkwardly, and explained in a low voice, "Sorry, it's not against you, it's just... forget it, it's nothing."
In the banquet seats below, Garrosh and Varian were staring at Hamuul, Rhonin and others at the middle table.
Even if Khadgar deliberately moved his body to separate them, it was useless. The two seemed to be playing a game of who blinks first and who loses first, and kept staring at each other sideways.
Jaina smiled and comforted the helpless Khadgar, "Forget it, let them go, anyway, they can't fight on this occasion."
Velen also smiled and stroked his beard and said, "King Varian must have a sense of proportion. Warchief Garrosh is also persuaded by his advisor Eitrigg. I think the two of them want to use this wedding as an opportunity to reach an agreement on a temporary truce."
Charlemagne has no energy to pay attention to the staring game of the alliance and tribe leaders at the moment, he is accepting congratulations from the two brothers of Green Wind with a murderous look...
Thanks to book friends "victor Liu" and "鬼ovo Remnant Soul" for their support.
(end of this chapter)