Chapter 390 The Heroine's Departure (Subscribe)

If another person dared to do such a thing in front of a group of high elves, without burning him to death with magic fire on the spot, it can be said that the high elves are a superior nation and a state of etiquette.

Upon hearing it at first, the reaction of all elves was absurd.

The idea of ​​translating into human beings is to believe that Duke is pretending to be coercive, not ordinary coercion, but a deadly level of coercion.

Can one battle flag drive back the tribe's 100,000 troops?

Pretend to be so aggressive, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?

Several councilors had taunting words on their lips, but everyone swallowed their words back.

Why?

person's name.

The shadow of the tree.

Even if every member of the congress did not want to see Duke again, none of them dared to deny Duke's record.

There are many elves living in the human world, and the impact of the Great War has already affected every country and every city-state on the continent of Lordaeron. More than one town has a large display of orc heads.

Duke's record is solid.

What if...Duke's reputation is really so terrible that he can scare away the orcs with just a battle flag?

The elves had no choice but to swallow their words abruptly, waiting for the development of the situation.

Duke looked at Aurelia.

Alleria also stared at Duke.

The beautiful and wise elf ranger-general certainly knew what Duke wanted.

Duke used his wisdom to foresee a shameless power struggle. It also foresees that this power struggle at the expense of the lives of the high elves is bound to break Aurelia's heart. However, he still did his best to accompany her to work hard, waiting for the brilliant flashes of the high elves that could not have a one-in-ten-thousand chance.

She didn't wait for that elf hope.

She asked Duke so hard, made Duke do so much, now it's time for her to give Duke an answer. Are you willing to use her transfer as a price in exchange for Duke's last help to the high elves?

Close your eyes gently, and meditate for two seconds. When Aurelia's beautiful eyes are displayed in front of everyone again, they are a pair of eyes that are no longer confused and extremely firm.

Alleria*Windrunner's clear and gentle voice resounded in the hall.

"According to the request of Your Excellency Duke Marcus, I will unfold this flag, hold it high, and then ride a chocobo, pass through most of Silvermoon City, reach the top of the outer city wall, and plant this flag At the head of the city, look at the reaction of the tribe. Who is in favor and who is against?"

The gentle voice was full of determination. In fact, this was Aurelia's last bloody and tearful accusation against the moths in these countries and the high-ranking waste after she was out of anger.

right!

As long as any of you have a bit of backbone, then stand up and use the elf method to solve the elf's crisis!

If all of you are useless trash, then don't blame me for inviting outsiders! !

Who is in favor? Who is against?

This was said so lightly that no one dared to speak out.

Everyone knows that once Duke succeeds, Duke will become an immortal legend in the history of Azeroth, and it will also be a huge blow to the prestige of the royal family and council of Quel'Thalas.

But at this critical moment when the army is overwhelming the city, one wrong sentence can mean the end of a political career or even life. Almost every time in this hall, the members of parliament who would speak eloquently are all dumb.

After Alleria finished speaking, she waited for ten seconds. Her gaze went from left to right, from top to bottom, and scanned the faces of all the councilors and the Sunstrider father and son back and forth. When she found that no pair of eyes dared to look at her again.

Aurelia showed a poignant and decisive smile on her face.

"That means no one objected? Then I'm leaving."

I am leaving……

This not only means that she stepped out of this hall and ran to the top of the city, it also means that she, the ranger general who has been loyal to Quel'Thalas for thousands of years, and the heroine of the high elves, is full of disappointment and frustration. Sad to leave forever the nation she once loved deeply, her country.

Prince Kael'thas was deeply hurt by this scene, he almost instinctively raised his right hand, as if he wanted to keep Alleria, but he still lowered his hand dejectedly.

After seeing the prince's actions, Alleria opened her mouth slightly, and seemed to want to say something, but in the end she turned around and walked away without saying a word.

"Cut!" Not only Alleria, but also Cirvanas, who was also a ranger general, turned around and left with her sister, but what she left for the council members was a more rebellious one. the back of the head.

Time in the hall seemed to freeze.

No one spoke, because everyone was waiting for the result.

In the end, this will give birth to a shocking myth.

It will still produce a joke that is enough to be ridiculed for thousands of years.

Every high-ranking person waits and sees.

Alleria strode out of the hall, and her third and fourth sisters immediately came up to her.

"Let's go! Some braggart claims to scare Orgrim away with a single flag. Let's see!"

Without hesitation, the four Windrunner sisters Qiqifei got on their mounts. Under the eyes of everyone, Duke's huge blue storm emblem flag was unfurled.

This refreshing blue color is so out of place, so abrupt and dazzling compared to the entire Silver Moon City, which is based on red and gold.

Moreover, what does it mean that the banner of human nobles is held high by the ranger general of the elves?

The moment the flag was unfurled in the wind, Alleria received the real attention.

suspicious! panic! disturbed! question! complain! anger!

Almost all the emotions gathered on Aurelia's face.

Her arms are firm and strong, as if she had drawn a bow millions of times.

Her body is as firm as a pine, and she is not afraid of rumors and hostility.

However, there were two drops of clear tears on her absolutely beautiful face.

"Yes! These are the last two tears I, Alleria Windrunner, shed for the country I love."

Cross Long Street.

Cross the square.

Ignoring the bewildered crowd and the guards who tried to tell her to stop, Alleria finally arrived at the head of the main gate of Silvermoon City.

In her field of vision, tens of thousands of tribal and troll mixed coalition forces have already made preparations to attack the city.

Over a thousand huge and rough catapults lined up.

The orc laborers were panting heavily, carrying heavy sandbags, ready to fill up all obstacles on the road to the siege...with sandbags or their corpses.

The heavily armed orc warriors roared restlessly.

The more cruel trolls continued to slaughter the elf captives before the battle, and performed the last blood sacrifice before the battle.

However, when Alleria rushed up to stand on the top of the city, a huge gust of wind suddenly blew up behind her, and the hurricane condensed into a huge war bow. After shooting Duke's storm flag, half of the battlefield below Be quiet.

Five hundred meters away, the blue storm flag planted on the ground fluttered in the wind.

Every orc who saw the banner was agitated.

There was no longer that ferocious aura, but an indescribable... panic!