Chapter 384 I Have No Opinion

Sun King Anasterian's heart was bleeding.

Prince Kael'thas' heart is bleeding.

The members of the Silver Moon Council, who were usually aloof, all lowered their heads.

Not only that, in the resplendent and resplendent hall, almost every elf lowered their proud heads.

The coalition of orcs and trolls has already reached the great Silvermoon City.

The proud magic defense system was once again broken by a warlock named Gul'dan on the other side.

Looking into the distance, the Sun King had tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, which already had crow's feet.

I still remember that Dath'Remar, the founding king, organized the upper elves to scatter the trolls to contain them, while continuing to move north. After experiencing countless hardships, he found a piece of paradise in the dense forest—a place where the blood of the high elves could be maintained.

Here is surrounded by mountains and the sea, easy to defend but difficult to attack, the land is rich, and the spring is beautiful.

Dath'Remar spilled the bottle of Eternal Water into a small lake here, creating another Well of Eternity - today's Sunwell. He named it Quel'Thalas. He named the new city Silvermoon City, and drew up the architectural blueprint of Silvermoon City himself, retaining the luxurious and beautiful architectural style of the Highborne.

In order to distinguish himself from his compatriots who remained in Kalimdor, and to always remember their once noble status, Dath'Remar changed the name of the highborne group who moved to Quel'Thalas to Quel'dorei - the high elves, It means that 'we are no longer the nobles of the lower races, but have a higher wisdom, and have since broken away from the Kaldorei clan that their ancestors have used for generations'.

Before Silvermoon City was fully completed, the newly reborn high elves couldn't wait to support Dath'Remar as king. Yes, they need a monarchy, a strong man who can control the overall situation. Dath'Remar is undoubtedly the most suitable choice. He is brave, decisive, ambitious, tolerant yet cunning, quick, ruthless, and proud. All the qualities that a king should have can be found in him without exception, and more precious qualities can also be found.

He is the first king of Quel'Thalas, Dath'Remar* Sunstrider!

This is the reason for the Sunstrider Wang family!

In the troll wars that lasted thousands of years ago, the high elves were almost wiped out. At that time, the successor of the royal family, Anasterian, personally decided to ask for help from humans. For 2,800 years, the Silver Moon Council has been attacking the king on the grounds that the king made too many concessions to humans, and strived for more power.

At this moment, the Sun King, sitting on the supreme throne, did not say a word, his sharp eyes swept over each of the members of Silver Moon.

It made every congressman's scalp tingle.

The Sun King turned around slightly, his robes with red background and gold trim were moving on the high platform of the throne like the new rising sun engulfing the darkness, holding the golden phoenix scepter tightly in his pale but still powerful hands. The splendor of the palace was still reflected on the scepter, blooming with a sun-like golden luster.

All expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and joy were lost on his pale face, indifferent, indifferent, and calm——

The Sun King's voice finally sounded in the hall.

"Members of the Silvermoon Council, when I asked you for help as a king, you only brought my son a mediocre army to fight against the brutal orcs. You have the best elite you can imagine in your hands. If my son's failure is exchanged for your success, it will be the victory of the high elves after all. But now, how do you repay my concession to you?"

The Sun King imitated the voice of the former Speaker of Silver Moon and said.

"I have Admiral Panfinis!"

The next moment, the Sun King was replaced by the frightened cry of the messenger.

"Your Majesty, it's not good. Pamphiris was beheaded by the orc chief Lukel..."

The sound switches again and again.

"I have Ruth Fang, the master of arcane magic."

"Your Majesty, it's not good again. Master Rusfang was killed by the opponent's two-headed ogre, Gugall."

Every time the Sun King switched his voice, it was like a huge slap, slapping the faces of the remaining Silver Moon councilors. Every congressman's face was hot, and he couldn't help lowering his head even lower.

Finally, a congressman couldn't help but said: "Your Majesty, we can actually ask humans for help..."

"I want to go to your Silvermoon Council! I was scolded by you for 2,800 years because of asking for help back then. This time, if you don't go, then the blood of the Sunstrider Wang family will be cut off in Silvermoon City. .”

"Your Majesty!?" In the hall, almost every high elf nobleman exclaimed.

The king is breaking the jar, he is going to hang on to the end!

You know, there are less than 30,000 soldiers left in Silvermoon City. Although it is possible to organize capable people to defend, but rushing into battle is no different from killing chickens to get eggs. From the looks of it, most of Silvermoon City can't be defended by elves alone.

Silvermoon City was breached, and no one had any good fruit to eat. The Kalimdor continent is definitely not going back. On this continent full of gunpowder and war, it is impossible for the high elves to gain a foothold.

Cold sweat drenched the backs of all the MPs.

"No! Your Majesty, please be careful with your words!" the members shouted.

The Sun King seemed to have lost his hearing, just sitting on the throne like an ice sculpture, without saying a word. Just quietly watching the noise below. Kael'thas really wanted to say something, but after a violent tremor, he stopped moving.

At this time, a large number of nobles and members of parliament finally thought of an elf.

One was neglected by all the elves because of 'fornication' with foreigners, the other was ignored by all the elves because 'he learned of the tribe's invasion early and did not resolutely attract the attention of high-level officials', and the elf who still stands in the hall with his head held high——Aurelia*Windrunner .

Countless eyes looked at the female ranger general standing at the end of the hall.

right! It was at this moment of despair that they thought of this heroine who had always been outspoken but rejected by mainstream power.

Cirvanas, who was quietly standing next to Alleria, suddenly raised her head, and said in the language of the wind that outsiders could not hear: "Sister! You must not soften your heart to these bastards! If you don't cut off these rotten flesh, Quel'Sala Sooner or later, he will perish."

The eyes of a once high-ranking member of the council 'pushed' out, walked in front of Alleria, and said in an almost flattering tone: "Ms. Alleria, regarding the siege of Silvermoon City, the council would like to know about your Opinion."

Excited! Angry too! I resented why the high elves kept so many moths! Roared why the high-level refused to listen to any pertinent opinions.

But when the higher-ups really condescended to 'listen' to her opinion, Alleria felt...indifferent for a while!

That's right, it is a kind of indifference that is more sorrowful than heart-dead.

"I have no objection." Alleria replied lightly.