Chapter 389 Retiring Thousands of Armies With One Banner (Subscribe)

The Uncrowned King.

As good as it sounds, most people would think that if you don't be king for a day, it's useless.

Actually, this 'most people' are wrong.

No one knows better than Duke, who is a time traveler, that a king or something, without the support of strength, will be something even more vain than a false title.

If we talk about the orc trolls in the first and second wars, they can barely be counted as mortals.

Then from the third Dark Portal War, what is the resurrection of the dead, the Scourge Legion composed of the undead at its core, what giant dragons, what elemental lords, what ancient gods... When this large number of mortals see it, they will When the urine comes out, everyone will know that a country without strong support is just a child's plaything.

Only strength!

Only then can Duke stand at the pinnacle of the forest of nations in the world.

Now, Duke is standing here, and the invisible power is like a storm, easily sweeping the entire Far Traveler Square. Tens of thousands of elves consciously lined up in long rows, whether they wanted to or not, they had to pay homage to Duke, praying for Duke's salvation.

It seems that a silent image is overlapping with history, just like the replay of the scene 2,800 years ago—accompanied by the elven hero Anasterian * His Majesty the Sunstrider entered the city, it was the greatest emperor in human history, Thoradin the Great .

Now, Anasterian has been replaced by Kael'thas, the knight emperor in the heroic saddle has been replaced by a mage hero, and the dominance has changed.

No longer elves, but humans.

This scene caused countless elves to struggle and feel sad.

Duke walked the red carpet, looking around out of the corner of his eye as he strolled. I have to admit that the main city of the high elves is indeed very beautiful, full of magnificent sculptures and buildings, even if you take a piece of building debris off the roadside and take it back to the human world for auction, it may fetch a sky-high price.

You must know that this is not the Silvermoon City that was witnessed by players in later generations, has kneeled once, and was newly built next to the ruins of the original site. This is the original version of Silvermoon City, and it blows up Jiutiao Street in New City in terms of artistic value alone.

Although New Silvermoon City is also very beautiful, compared with this beautiful ancient city with thousands of years of history, New Silvermoon City is more like a clumsy imitation.

At this time, Prince Kael'thas beside Duke said softly: "Silvermoon City is beautiful. She is the pride and greatest spiritual sustenance of our high elves. If possible, we never want her to be affected by the flames of war."

Duke noticed that the prince used 'she' to describe Silvermoon City. Just as humans like to use women's names to describe warships. This kind of affection for things really has the characteristics of elves.

"That's why I'm here," Duke replied.

Kael'thas nodded and didn't say any more. If the negotiation is not signed, there may still be accidents. The prince thought silently: Duke should not ask too much.

The sound of drums and horns, the noise, subsided with the end of the half-hour-long welcome ceremony. However, even though Duke's young and mysterious figure had disappeared at the gate of the parliament hall, none of the elf citizens left.

They seemed to be waiting for the final judgment, waiting for the result of the negotiations.

Everyone knows that because of the arrogance of the elves before, they have already angered the Khaz Modan Kingdom of the Seven Kingdoms of Humanity and the Bronzebeard Dwarves. When humans repeatedly asked for help, the Silvermoon Council savagely ignored humans. Now it's the turn of the high elves to face the destruction of their country and species. Are human beings still willing to lend a helping hand?

No elf knows...

In the dazzling hall of splendor, 1024 magic lamps arranged in all directions of the hall illuminate the hall like daytime, and people walking in it can hardly see a trace of shadow, which makes people feel as if they are walking in the temple of the sun god. A sense of stalwart vastness.

The sun king Anastrian* Sunstrider, who was sitting on the throne above the nine steps, finally stood up. He opened his arms, and the majestic voice of the old man echoed in this huge hall of over 10,000 square meters. among.

"Welcome - Grand Duke of Stormwind, Orc Killer, Human Hero, Great Alternate Guardian Duke Marcus!"

For a king, it is undoubtedly a very big concession to call Duke the most powerful name so formally. You must know that this kind of name-calling like wearing a high hat, shouted by the ceremony officer, and shouted by a king have completely two meanings.

Duke didn't provoke the elves too much. He bowed slightly, his head and back were in a straight line, and he didn't bow his head, purely expressing his respect for his elders.

"Thank you—Archmage Sunshine, Terminator of Troll Wars, Great Elf Ruler Sun King Anasterian* His Majesty Sunstrider."

Duke's words made the senior elves who were laughing dryly feel a little relief on their faces.

"Your Excellency Marcus, am I talking to the Grand Duke of Stormwind now? Or am I talking to the Deputy Commander of the Lordaeron Alliance?" The Sun King's words had deep political implications.

In order to avoid provoking Quel'Thalas before, Duke could only approach the border of the elves in the name of the Grand Duke and his private soldiers.

If the high elves turn a blind eye and let Duke enter, and let Duke lead the army to stab in the back during the first or second battle between the elves and the tribe, then at most the elves will find a way Compensate Duke, and then join the alliance gorgeously, then this matter will be exposed.

Who knew that the Silvermoon Council would accuse Aurelia of cheating on Duke, and strictly prohibited Duke from entering. Well, now that the main force of the elves is kneeling, and the recruits haven't been trained, Duke is willing to be invited when the country is about to die.

If Duke insists on holding on to this point, then the elves will naturally continue to compensate Duke, who is the grand duke, for his traumatic losses or something.

Duke could certainly do this, but doing so would be a downgrade.

A smile curled up at the corner of Duke's mouth, and he raised his hand. A very official official document was opened in mid-air with arcane power, and presented to all the elves.

"I, Duke Marcus, have been officially authorized by the Alliance of Lordaeron. As the deputy commander of the alliance, I am fully responsible for the negotiation of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas joining the alliance. The above is the commander and the member states. King's seal."

Duke's move caught both the Sun King and the Silver Moon Council by surprise. No one expected that Duke's influence in the league would be so great that he won the unanimous support of the head coach and eight kings in one night.

You must know that at this moment, the eight kings are fighting bloody battles with the tribe on all fronts. What kind of trust is it for so many old and cunning kings to agree to decentralize power in such a short period of time. How great is Duke's prestige?

All the elves gasped.

At this time, a herald suddenly ran in hurriedly: "It's not good, the tribe has broken through our regional magic defense, and it will attack the city at any time!?"

Duke raised his hand, and a flag flew out of his storage space and flew to Aurelia's hand.

"Take my flag and plant it on the top of the city, the great chief of the tribe will naturally go away today!"

The elves' faces changed color again.

Retire a thousand troops with one banner?

What a joke! ?