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[Orcbane] Chapter 8 - Alyndor Quel’dorei
🕑 Added 2025-01-20 05:41:24 +0000 UTCChills travelled down Naruto’s spine, and he broke into a cold sweat as he heard the elves sing that funeral song. Thousands of people, singing the same song, united by sorrow.
It was the Lament of the Highborne.
A long moment of silence followed after the song ended.
One minute after that, Kael’thas Sunstrider stepped on the podium. Clad in his luxurious, crimson red, runecloth robes, he looked every bit the prince of the high elves that he was.
“It is our duty to honour the dead and their sacrifices. We would not be here without them. But it is just as important not to forget about the living: heroes who had put their lives at stake and fought tooth and nail for the sake of protecting our home. The Farstriders and the Magisters will always have my respect and the people of Quel’Thalas’ gratitude. But even among all those brave people, three heroes stood out the most,” Kael’thas said in a solemn voice.
“As the prince of the high elves, it is my duty, and my honour, to reward those who shed their blood for our homeland. Farstrider Lieutenant Melren Swiftlight, please step forward.”
The prince’s words made many elves turn their heads and look around themselves to find who Kael’thas was calling forward.
The Farstrider Lieutenant stepped out of the crowd and climbed on the stage. He was a tall and thin man with short, spiky blonde hair and glowing blue eyes. Just like the rest of the elves gathered there, he was wearing funeral red robes as well. Although it was a formal occasion, and most of the attendees were unarmed, he still had two short daggers strapped at his waist and his trusty longbow hanging at his back.
The High Priest had healed all the survivors' wounds with his Holy Light, so Melren Swiftlight appeared to be unharmed, but the unnaturally pale colour of his skin and the tiredness on his face spoke volumes of his exhaustion. Nevertheless, he sported a look of elation and surprise as he walked in front of the prince.
“If there is anything you wish to say, the stage is all yours.”
Flattered by the prince’s consideration, Melren bowed.
“My prince, I am but a humble Farstrider, merely fulfilling my duty.”
“Raise your head, Swiftlight,” Kael’thas said.
As the Farstrider straightened his posture, the prince came and pinned a badge to his chest.
Melren’s eyes widened at the sight of the badge. It was a golden phoenix, the symbol of the Sunstriders, the royal family of Quel’Thalas.
“My lord, I-”
“At first, I wanted to induce you into the Royal Guards, but the Ranger General would hear none of it. Instead, she asked me to inform you personally that you have been promoted to the rank of Captain!”
“It is an honour,” Melren said and performed the formal Farstrider salute by bringing a fisted hand to his chest.
The prince mirrored his salute and said:
“Belono sil'aru, belore'dorei.”
It was a special saying in Thalassian, said to the Farstriders whenever they were promoted to a higher rank. It meant, “Shoulder your burdens well, child of the sun.”
And with that, Melren Swiftlight left the podium and returned to the crowd, where his family welcomed him excitedly. They had not been forewarned about his promotion, so their joy and awe were genuine.
“The next person I would like us all to honour is the Magister of Dawnstar Village, Dar’khan Drathir.”
Unlike the Farstrider before him, Dar’khan’s demeanour was calm and composed as he walked on the stage.
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Naruto watched the award ceremony with rapt attention. Similar to the funeral, it was his first time witnessing something like that.
‘Will I be there one day too?’ he asked himself.
“Of course you will. You arrived in this world two months ago. Give it time. Work hard and prove your loyalty, and they will acknowledge you too,” Kurama encouraged him.
‘You think so?’ Naruto asked wistfully.
He could no longer become the Hokage, considering that he was in a whole different world now. But the core of his desires had not changed. In the end, his true desire had never been to become the Hokage no matter what but to be acknowledged by the people around him. Hokage just happened to be the most respected person in the village.
“I’m certain. It may not be easy for you because you’re the only human in a kingdom of elves, but if you join the Farstriders, I’m sure that your skills will speak for yourself. I’m actually surprised they aren’t saying anything about the role you played in this war. Without you, hundreds of innocents would have lost their lives long before the Farstriders mobilised to defend against the troll army,” Kyuubi replied while Dar’khan, the Magister from Dawnstar Village, walked onto the stage to be rewarded by the prince.
The mage received a token from the prince that could be exchanged for any item that he desired from the Royal Treasury. It was an amazing reward considering how valuable the magical artefacts owned by the royal family were, but Dar’khan did not appear to be too happy.
‘What is he angry for?’ asked Naruto when he noticed with his Negative Emotions Sensing the rage smouldering underneath Dar’khan’s outwardly calm facade.
“He’s probably not happy with the reward,” Kyuubi said, and Naruto got the feeling that the fox shrugged his shoulders uncaringly.
Their secret chat was interrupted when Kael’thas spoke next:
“As for the third person I would like to come to the stage, it is someone without whom hundreds of innocents would have perished. He was the first to notice the invasion of the trolls, and it was also thanks to him that the High Priest Vandellor, my Royal Guards, and I have been informed of the trolls’ attack.”
The more Kael’thas spoke, the more nervous Naruto became and the bigger his surprise grew.
“Furthermore, the Scrying Magic used in the forests outside the Dawnstar Village has confirmed for us that he, alone, had tried to stop the trolls with his entire strength, buying time for the civilians to evacuate the village. And this is not the first time he has bled and fought for Quel’Thalas. Two months ago, he had also rescued Lady Liadrin, Farstrider Lor’themar Theron, Priest Galell, and Magister Dar’khan Drathir from the claws of the Amani.”
“He is not a high elf like us, but his heart beats for Quel’Thalas all the same. His name is Uzumaki Naruto.”
Naruto was in a stupor, momentarily unable to move. Logically, he knew that he had contributed enormously to the war, but he had not expected to be acknowledged by the prince of the high elves himself, especially considering how rude he had been to him. On top of it all, he was not a high elf; he was human.
“Go on, Naruto,” Liadrin pushed him from the back in encouragement and smiled at him warmly. “Don’t keep his Majesty waiting. This is your moment!”
Emboldened by Lady Liadrin’s smile and encouraging words, he started walking towards the podium. He was acutely aware of the thousands of gazes trained on him, but he kept his back straight despite his inner nervousness.
His hands and back were clammy with sweat, and his face still bore the marks of his tears from before, but nobody judged him upon seeing who he really was. He was just a child, not even 15 years old by the looks of it. Doubt and confusion appeared in their hearts. They were having a hard time believing that he had truly accomplished all those deeds that the prince was talking about.
Kael’thas Sunstrider nodded as Naruto walked onto the stage. He, too, would have had a hard time believing Naruto had accomplished such impressive deeds if he had not seen some of those with his own eyes.
Due to his upbringing—Kael'thas had spent many years in Dalaran—the prince did not harbour the same prejudice or attitude of superiority towards humans that some people among the high elves did. After all, the leader of Dalaran's Council of Six was a human. The prince knew that some humans could be just as capable as the high elves when it came to magic.
Therefore, after the end of the battle, Kael’thas decided that he would reward the human boy for his sacrifice and bravery.
‘I would be a fool not to treasure such a capable person.’
Uzumaki Naruto was not even 15 years old, yet he was already as strong as a veteran Magister. He would not be fit to be the leader of his people if he could not recognise how talented and valuable the human boy was.
“Uzumaki Naruto, your honour, your bravery, and your sacrifice have not gone unnoticed. On this day, in front of four thousand people, I, Kael’thas Sunstrider, the Prince of Quel’Thalas, name you Alyndor Quel’dorei. In the old language of the Highborn, Alyndor is a word that means ‘Hero’ or ‘Champion. From this moment onwards, you are a Hero of the High Elves and a Champion of Quel'Thalas. I now ask you, Alyndor of Quel’Thalas, would you do me the great honour of calling me your friend?"
Murmurs broke out among the crowd of elves. They had not expected their proud prince to ask for the human boy’s friendship. It was almost scandalous! Normally, a human would have been honoured to become Kael'thas' subordinate, to say nothing of what it meant to become his friend.
Fully unaware of what was polite to do at that moment, Naruto wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers and grabbed the prince’s hand in a bold handshake.
Lady Liadrin covered her face with a hand and looked down, flushing red in embarrassment.
“By the Sunwell, I can’t watch this!”
She felt like wanting to dig a hole somewhere and die. The Quel’dorei society held tradition and etiquette in very high regard, but Naruto’s manners were terrible even for a regular human, let alone a high elf.
For the first time in many years, the high elves saw their prince’s no-nonsense, stoic face break into a smile. No, he actually started chuckling softly before it became a full-blown laugh at the boy’s audacity.
On that day, the seeds of a lifelong friendship between the two men were planted. Unbeknownst to them, it was a friendship that would greatly alter the course of the prince’s life, one that would change his destiny.
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Later that day, in the evening, after bidding their goodbyes to High Priest Vandellor and the rest of her acquaintances, Lady Liadrin took Naruto, and they rode a Dragonhawk back to Fairbreeze Village, where their home was. 
Although she was a priestess of the Light, and she had always found comfort in her faith, there were times when even Liadrin felt lonely. She was nearly 3000 years old now, but she had never married or had any sort of intimate relations with anyone.
Her faith did not forbid marrying, and Liadrin did not shun the idea of it either but she had never gone out of her way to attend parties and other social gatherings in order to search for her other half. On one hand, her celibacy had allowed her to devote herself to the Light with her entire being, but on the other hand, when the day turned into night and she had to come home to her empty house, she would feel lonely, like something was missing.
However, as she cradled the human boy’s sleeping form in her arms, an indescribable warmth welled up within her chest. He was not of her blood, nor was he of her race either, so why did his presence fill her heart with so much joy?
The flight of the Dragonhawks was not known for its smoothness, so Liadrin tightened her hold on the sleeping boy as they flew above the forest of red and golden trees. She giggled softly when she looked down and saw a bit of drool coming from the corner of his mouth. But when she took out her handkerchief and cleaned him up, he stirred awake and glanced up at her. The way his cheeks flushed due to her proximity was so cute that she laughed yet again.
“Sorry, I fell asleep. It felt-”
He wanted to say that being embraced by someone felt so good that it had lulled him to sleep, but he felt too embarrassed to voice out his feelings.
But, to Liadrin, he was like an open book. She leaned down and kissed the crown of his head.
“I’ll hold you as many times as you want from now on.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he mumbled. His face was so red that you could cook meat on it.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Alyndor,” Liadrin said, smiling. “It’s only natural to desire the love of another. And you deserve all the love in the world. You saved so many people this time. And you saved my life too. My arms will always be open for you.”
Her words made him steam in his own embarrassment. He did not even know how he was supposed to react to that. He had never been held like that by anyone. He could only mutter a shy “Thank you” and let her pamper him with her love.
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The following day, around noon, Lady Liadrin and Naruto were in the middle of preparing the table to have lunch.
As was always the case in Quel’Thalas, the weather was warm and pleasant. It was never too cold, never too hot, and there were never any windstorms. Furthermore, the dense crowns of the red and gold ancient trees provided a beautiful, luminous shade from the rays of the sun.
Due to the Runestones installed all over the Eversong Forest, the high elves could, among many other things, control the weather in their kingdom to their whims. Even the rain only fell at their chosen times, on specific days of the week, at specific hours.
A charmed harpsichord was playing a pleasant chamber music piece in the background while Naruto and three of his Shadow Clones carried plates and dishes outside. They were going to have lunch in the garden.
Built in the style and architecture specific to the high elves, the pavilion was a structure with white and gold pillars and a bright red round dome roof with the golden insignia of the phoenix at its top. 
His current living conditions could not be compared to his life in Konoha. The run-down apartment he used to live in looked like a pig house in comparison. Although two months had already passed since Naruto started living in Liadrin’s home, he was still having a hard time getting used to the luxury.
Leaving aside the fact that most of his clothes were made of silk and so nice to look at that he felt bad about dirtying them, Liadrin also had magical brooms that swept the floors by themselves, gardening tools that trimmed the hedges and mowed the lawn alone, trays, lamps, and tables that levitated, and even kitchen appliances that did the dishes and cooked the food with minimal intervention from Liadrin herself.
‘I’m sure not even the Fire Daimyo lived in this kind of luxury.'
The High Elven way of life was like something out of a fairy tale. Magic was everywhere.
Even if he wanted to help with chores around the house, there wasn’t much that he could do. He wanted to be as helpful to Liadrin as possible, but he did not have many occasions to show his gratitude to her.
“I finished bringing all the food. What else can I do now?” Naruto said as he dispelled his Shadow Clones.
“Everything is ready. Our guests should be here any moment now.”
As chance made it, the bell at the gate rang. Their guests have arrived. Considering who they were, Liadrin was not surprised. Farstriders held discipline and punctuality in high regard.
But when she opened the gate, Liadrin was startled.
“The eternal sun guided us to your home,” the visitors said in greeting.
“I apologise for my unannounced visit,” one of them added. He was none other than Kael’thas Sunstrider, the very prince of the high elves.
Next to him, there were two other high elves, Lireesa Windrunner (the Ranger General), Lor’themar Theron, and a younger elven woman who bore a striking resemblance to Lireesa: she was her eldest daughter, Alleria Windrunner. With waist-length, luxurious golden hair, glowing blue eyes, and a small and soft face, Alleria was a rare beauty even among the high elves.
Other than the prince, who usually wore his gold and crimson mage gowns, the Farstriders were also wearing outfits different from their usual leather armour. Lireesa was wearing a blue and gold silk summer dress with a thin golden necklace around her dainty neck.
As for her daughter, Alleria, she was dressed in a sleeveless red dress and wore stylish golden armbands around her biceps. Her pure beauty was a stark contrast with her appearance in her Farstrider get-up when she wore leather armour and war paint on her face.
From the helpless look on Lireesa’s face, Liadrin understood that she had not planned on bringing Kael’thas together with her but that he had tagged along of his own volition. But, regardless of her surprise to see the prince himself at her door, Liadrin did not forget her manners and replied in kind as she opened the gate wider for all of them:
“Your presence is as welcome as the sun.”
With the prince first, the group of high elves entered Liadrin’s courtyard. Taking the lead, the priestess led them to the gazebo in the garden.
“Naruto, dear, could you prepare one more chair and another set of plates and cutlery?”
“Right away!” he replied, and, putting his hands in a cross-shaped seal, he made three shadow clones appear next to him.
One shadow clone went to bring another chair, one went for the plates and cutlery, while the last one helped the original body move the plates and chairs at the table to make space for another one.
Lireesa and Alleria watched his actions with wide eyes. They had heard the story of how Lor’themar, Liadrin, Dar’khan, and Galell were rescued from the trolls’ sacrificial room, but it was only now that the reality of it dawned on them: a child as young as 13 could cast corporeal ‘Mirror Images’ that were fully capable of following orders and interacting with the physical world.
It had to be said that becoming a mage was an arduous journey. Years, decades even, of studying were needed before a mage could cast such a complex spell.
Once the elves took a seat, Liadrin said a short prayer of gratitude to the Light to bless their meal.
Although Naruto’s table manners had improved ever since he started living with Liadrin, he was still too clumsy and uneducated to match the etiquette required when having lunch with a member of the royal family. Let alone him, even Lor’themar was not doing that well either; after all, he was a man of the sword and bow, not a diplomat or a noble.
Nonetheless, the prince did not make a fuss about it, and the Ranger General never put much importance on such things either. She had only learnt the high society’s manners in order for others not to look down on the position of the Ranger General. In the end, most of the high-elven nobles were a pretentious bunch.
“Word of your youngest child has reached my ears. I heard it is a boy. Congratulations!” Kael’thas said.
“Thank you. Before Lirath, Verath and I were wondering if someone had cast a spell on us to have only girls.”
Liadrin giggled softly.
“You’re making it sound as though you’re unhappy with having three daughters, Mother,” said Alleria.
“Nonsense. I’m proud of you all. Especially you, Alleria. I could not participate in the battle at the Farstriders Enclave, but Halduron only had words of praise to say about you.”
Alleria’s serious face gained a rosy hue, and her blue eyes widened. Her strict mother hardly ever gave her any words of praise or encouragement. She was so harsh on her usually that Alleria often wondered inwardly if her mother actually hated her.
“I have heard about it too,” Kael’thas interjected. “You have taken down well over 30 trolls, have you not? That is impressive! It looks like the bow of the Ranger General will be in good hands once your mother retires.”
“Your words honour me,” Alleria said politely, but Naruto got the feeling that she was not too happy deep down.
Naruto started fighting to cut the meat of a chicken leg with a knife and fork when Kael’thas turned his attention to him. So focused was he on his task that he did not notice that the rest of the people at the table started paying attention to him.
“Kuso,” he let out a swear word in his native language.
He was used to eating with chopsticks. And when it came to eating fried chicken legs, he would normally grab them directly with his hands. It always irked him when he had to mind his manners.
It was only when he heard someone chuckling that he looked up and realised that he had become the centre of attention.
“Good grief. Just grab it with your hand at this point,” Liadrin said in an exasperated voice. “You’ve learnt how to speak Thalassian fluently in two months but you still haven’t learned how to eat with a knife and fork.”
The Ranger General smiled at their interaction. She could tell that the priestess had grown quite attached to the boy.
“I would like to get to the crux of the matter, the reason why I have so rudely barged into your home,” Kael’thas spoke at that moment. “After the latest invasion of the Amani trolls, the Ranger General and I have been talking about creating a special division within the Farstriders. One that would be focused on scouting, infiltration, and espionage.”
A bad feeling crept into Liadrin’s stomach at his words.
“We would like to build this special unit around Alyndor and make full use of his skills.”
“Your Majesty, he’s just a child!” Liadrin said, unintentionally raising her voice. “He is only 13 years old!”
“He is not just a child. He is someone who houses the spirit of a Wild God; I have seen it with my own eyes. And he is someone whose peculiar cloning spell could be invaluable to Quel’Thalas,” the prince said calmly. “It would not be an exaggeration to say that his intervention had single-handedly turned the tide of the war against the Amani.”
“We’re not planning on sending him out on the battlefield right away,” Lireesa added when she saw Liadrin clenching her fists.
The priestess was barely keeping her composure. It was only because of their identity that she had not blown up at them yet.
For a better image, the most important person in Quel’Thalas was Anasterian Sunstrider, the King of Quel'Thalas. The second was Kael’thas Sunstrider, the prince. The third was Lireesa Windrunner, the Ranger General. And after them, it was the Convocation of Silvermoon, a governing body consisting of seven Grand Magisters, such as Belo’vir, who was High Priest Vandellor’s best friend.
Two of the three most important people in the Kingdom were now sitting at her table and asking her to let Naruto join the army.
“Can I really join the Farstriders?” Naruto asked hopefully. “Big sis Liadrin said I’d need to wait until I’m 18.”
“Do you know what it means to be a Farstrider?” Alleria unexpectedly asked Naruto.
The boy put his chicken leg down before saying in a serious voice:
“It means to protect the kingdom at any cost. To never back down in front of the enemy, no matter how strong. To be ready to pay the ultimate price for the sake of peace.”
His words surprised not only Alleria but Lor’themar, Lireesa, and Kael’thas too. They had not expected him to give such a mature answer.
“You are right,” Alleria said. “Knowing that, do you still wish to become a Farstrider?”
“Being a Farstrider wouldn’t be that different from being a shinobi,” Naruto said. “I think that the closest thing here would be something like a rogue and a mage. I graduated from the Academy half a year ago, and I became a full-fledged shinobi, serving my village.”
“Where are you from?” Kael’thas asked. “I have never heard of shinobi before.”
“It was a place called Konoha. I honestly don’t know how to get back. I was caught in an accident with a Summoning Spell. The next thing I knew, I found myself in the Amani mountains, naked, and tied to a spit above a bonfire, with green monsters salivating at me as they watched me burn.”
The way he narrated his misadventure made Lor’themar start chuckling.
“You are talking as though you have never seen trolls before that,” Kael’thas noticed that detail.
“I haven’t. I haven’t seen any high elves either. I’ve only seen humans and talking dogs. Oh, I also met a talking frog once, not long before I was caught in that Summoning Spell.”
“Hmm, are you, perhaps, talking about gnolls and murlocs?” Lor’themar asked.
“No,” Naruto shook his head. He had seen pictures in books about the various races of Azeroth. The gnolls and the murlocs were nothing like Kakashi’s ninken or the old pervert’s frog.
The conversation continued for a while longer, with the elves asking all sorts of questions about Naruto’s place of origin. He answered them as honestly as he could, but he never said that it was an entirely different world.
The high elves did not doubt him. Unlike many other races on Azeroth, they were fully aware of the history of their world.
They knew that, after the Sundering, the cataclysmic event from 10,000 years ago when the world was almost destroyed. Kalimdor, the first giant continent, was splintered into many pieces of land, over the entire planet.
Even now, ten thousand years after the Sundering, there were many uncharted islands and continents, places that even the bravest and most knowledgeable explorers had yet to discover. In their eyes, Naruto’s homeland could very well be one such place in Azeroth too.
Unlike the adults, the boy finished his meal quite fast and started fidgeting in his seat, bored.
“Hey, do you want to come play in the garden?” Naruto asked Alleria in a quiet whisper. “Let’s leave these grandmas and grandpas to talk to each other here alone.”
Alleria choked on her drink and started coughing as she burst into laughter.
But she was not the only one who had heard his words. Despite talking in a whisper, the high elves’ long ears were not just for show. Four heads turned toward Naruto at the same time.
“Naruto!” Liadrin squawked in disbelief. “That was extremely rude! Apologise right away!”
She swore that that boy would be the death of her. It seemed like every other day she would get a mini heart attack because of him.
“Now I’m hurt. Do Liadrin and I look like grandmas to you?” the Ranger General asked in a serious voice. Only Alleria, who was her daughter, knew that Lireesa was teasing him, that she was amused.
“Ah, no, sorry, my bad,” Naruto rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “You’re the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen. I’m not just saying it, y’know? I’m serious!”
Kael’thas chuckled, not having taken his comment to heart.
Inwardly, the rest of the elves who knew the prince were more than a little surprised. Kael’thas had laughed and smiled more during that meal than they had seen him do in years. The prince of the High Elves was known by all as a reserved and no-nonsense type of person.
“Miss Alleria, would you be so kind as to spend some time with him in the garden?” Liadrin asked while holding back the urge to facepalm herself.
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Two hours later, their meal came to an end, and it was time for the visitors to leave.
The prince was the first to take his leave, followed by Lor’themar Theron. Lireesa and Alleria Windrunner lingered a while longer.
“Don’t feel too pressured to accept, Liadrin,” Lireesa spoke while the two of them watched Naruto and Alleria throwing daggers at a target in the back of the garden.
“Why has the prince become so fixated on him?” Liadrin said, frustration evident in her voice.
“Your concern for the child is blinding you,” Lireesa said in a kind but firm voice. “He may be young, but that boy had single-handedly killed around two or three hundred Amani trolls. And from Melren’s report, the Farstrider Lieutenant who fought at Dawnstar Village, it took a troll to sacrifice his life to Hakkar, the blood god that even the savage trolls do not worship anymore, in order to stop him. Alyndor is a powerful asset, and his cloning and transformation spells are probably even more valuable than his combat prowess.”
Liadrin became silent at that.
“Think of the possibilities: he could learn the troll language and send his clones to infiltrate the tribes of the forest trolls. Tragedies like the Amani invading without our knowledge would never happen again. He could even assassinate their leaders when they least expect it. . . but if you are determined to let him be a child for a few more years, neither the prince nor I will force you to change your mind. You have my word, as the Ranger General.”
The priestess let out a sigh of resignation. As someone who had lost her parents at a frail age during the Troll Wars 2800 years ago, Liadrin was no stranger to the pain brought by war and the suffering the trolls had caused for the high elves. Many other children lost their parents to troll attacks. If there was a chance to minimise the number of orphaned children in the future, she could not, in good conscience, work against it.
“You are right. . . I shall leave it up to his choice. . . just promise me one thing. Promise me that you would not send him on dangerous missions until you think that he is ready for it.”
“I had no intention of putting him in danger in the first place. He is too valuable. I meant what I said earlier. It would be similar to how people can join the Farstrider Enclave at the age of 15, but they would be mere apprentices until they came of age. Only after that would they see real combat on a real battlefield.”
“I suppose that that is all that I can ask for.”
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AN: The pic of the gazebo looks a bit like a doll-house, it's not that great. But it's the closest thing I could find to what I had in mind. I tried to create some pics with AI, but I wasn't getting good results.
Alleria Windrunner as a Farstrider, in-game appearance:
I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Until next time!
Comments
Grumpy Wolf
I mean, kyuubi wouldn't need other jutsu and whatnot. I have other things planned out for naruto
Jesus Duran
So he basically became friends with the prince and the elves and now they want to make a rogue sort of company around him. Makes sense especially since it might give one of the windrunner sisters a chance to grow closer to him. I do wonder if kurama could teach him stuff thou, I mean doesn't he know sage mode and other types of jutsu due to his long life.
Edboy4926
Uh, I wanted to see the Bronze idiots do something. Only for Kurama to appear and take a bite out of them.
Grumpy Wolf
I prefer not give the bronze dragonflight an important role in this fic. You're better off treating this as one of the many non-canon timelines (similar to WOD before Garrosh went there) instead of thinking of it as the main, canon timeline. it is, after all, a fanfiction, not the main story. And with the fic being an AU, the bronze dragonflight won't care about the changes in the timeline
Mike
I just thought of something you said Naruto’s friendship with kael’thas changes his fate would that mean we will see the bronze dragonflight at some point?
Grumpy Wolf
There are no orcs on Azeroth yet. Those were trolls But to answer your question, the scroll was left behind
Pat Renon
I forgot to ask this earlier did the scroll of seals get left behind or did the Orks take it off him when he arrived I can imagine a Ork using it to wipe his arse or a shaman keeping it in hopes of translation…maybe both shaman catches i warrior starting to use it as toilet paper and stabs him in the head while on the shifter for his stupidity . Also would be funny to see a what happened in the leaf village chapter
Grumpy Wolf
It's similar to how Aragorn and Gandalf also had different names when interacting with the elves
killrsloth
Kinda feels like he's going to have two names. his elf name like a Chinese courtsey name and naruto as his personal name.
Grumpy Wolf
Not quite. Sage Mode would be under the Druid class and the High Elves aren't druids. They're less about nature and more about Arcane (which requires very high intelligence and a great amount of of knowledge. Stuff like maths, science, and physics) He will learn some magic, but nothing similar to Sage Mode
Pat Renon
We in for a training montage or time skip … also will he be able to learn to tap into their elf magic … I imagine it would be like him learning sage mode in his world?
Sciny
I need more of this!!!
Grumpy Wolf
He will have longer life span than humans. I have plans for him
Kurupt
How long is Naruto life-span in this. Is it gonna be as long as elf's or as a regular human. Also love that you gave him an eleven name showing him the people accepting him as one their own.
Rocket The Raccon
Nice chapter! Good bit of development done
