Chapter 783 There Is No Harm without Comparison (Congratulations From the Leader of Givemepower)

Kael'thas didn't know how he got out of the palace.

He felt that some kind of belief was collapsing in his heart.

Is this the belief that I have believed in for thousands of years?

Not the pursuit of the ultimate in magic, but simply the nostalgia for power and the worship of strength?

What if Sylvanas one day reaches her sister's status?

There are only so many high positions in the kingdom, like a transparent pyramid. You can see the top from the bottom. However, unless you are an elf mage with noble blood, you can't reach the top at all.

The so-called promotion is just a dirty lie that looks beautiful.

Looking up at the sky, Kael'thas sighed. He suddenly realized that he envied human beings, and the person he especially envied was Duke.

Because Duke, and only Duke, with his own abilities and wisdom as a civilian, has gradually reached the top of the league.

And he, Kael'thas, has the status of a prince, but he can only be like a puppet under the control of his father and under the constraints of the Silver Moon Council, unable to do anything.

His seemingly noble status is actually useless.

High elves are extremely long-lived. Although my father has entered the end of his life, who knows how long he can live? As long as his father is still alive, he, the crown prince, will be just an illusory promise that cannot be fulfilled in the power field.

"Duke, I really envy you!" Kael'thas looked up to the sky again and sighed.

On the other side, at the southernmost frontline of Yongsong Forest, Sylvanas was confused.

In the eyes of the two ranger generals Lor'themar Theron and Halduron Brightwing, the returning Sylvanas is extremely outstanding.

Under her command, the elves worked feverishly on defenses. That is a method that even the old rangers who have lived for thousands of years have never seen before.

In the wasteland south of Yonge Forest, a huge strip of grass was cleared - it was called a fire break. This can facilitate fire attacks further south.

Sylvanas just planted a flag on the hill and decided where to set the fire and where the fire would spread based on the wind direction.

At the source of the river slightly to the north, a large number of giant ceramic jars are placed, which store huge amounts of holy water. If the Scourge crosses the river, then just a few guards breaking the jars can bring great joy to those bones.

In the forest, Sylvanas began to let people bake a simple hollow brick. As long as you stay in this bunker built with five layers of hollow bricks, even the Frost Arrow of the Morning Star Mage cannot penetrate this bunker. .

If it is temporarily sprinkled with holy water, according to the estimates of the magicians, it can even resist the shadow arrows of Morning Star Warlocks.

All of Sylvanas' actions were like miracles in the eyes of the elves.

She received a lot of praise. Although she had been away for ten years and was still half a traitor, she was loved almost fanatically by the rangers, even surpassing their direct commanders Lor'themar and Halduron.

However, she knew very well that these seemingly simple but very effective means had nothing to do with her.

What she taught the elves today were all small inventions and creations left over from Duke back then!

She didn't know how Duke's head grew. Originally, in the secular concept, the only thing that could resist mystery was mystery. But Duke used such simple and even primitive means to smooth the gap between ordinary mortals and mystics to the greatest extent.

What makes Sylvanas even more frightened is that on the surface these methods are used to defend against the orcs, but from various clues it can be inferred that Duke... seems to have ended the war with the tribe thirteen years ago. The invasion of the Scourge Legion was expected.

Looking into the distance to the south, the rangers reported that the humans over there were still actively organizing resistance. New human reinforcements have arrived across the sea, and they are quickly building a continuous line of defense.

It stands to reason that even if the Scourge Legion hits Quel'Thalas, it won't be within a month or two. The high elves still have plenty of time to prepare for battle.

However, Sylvanas' mouth was full of bitterness.

"I won't admit defeat!"

"I want to surpass my sister!"

"I want to break away from Duke's protection and do something great."

"But...what am I doing now?"

She had been away for more than ten years. Although Windrunner's influence was still there, after all, transferring to the nobility and leaving the kingdom was almost treason. When she returned to the forest that she was familiar with and that she was passionately obsessed with, all she saw were rangers. The suspicion and distrust in their eyes.

Unfortunately she couldn't leave them alone.

More than ten years is almost a generation for humans.

But for the elves who have remained unchanged for thousands of years, it feels like taking a relatively long nap.

Stubborn and self-enclosed.

Sylvanas was shocked to find that most of the rangers were still preparing to use wooden arrows to deal with the undead of the Scourge.

What kind of international joke are you kidding?

What if a wooden arrow or something hits a zombie's head?

As long as the lich or necromancer controlling the low-level undead is still there, the zombies will still charge you with a hundred arrows stuck in their bodies.

In order to save her hometown, Sylvanas secretly visited the front lines of the South China Sea city-state before she came.

Physical damage is meaningless to the undead!

She tried to persuade the rangers, but it had no effect at all. In desperation, she used the method taught by Duke...

Use the Holy Light Arrow to snipe the enemy leader.

Fire attack and water attack.

A three-dimensional defense line composed of shooting towers hanging on trees and bunkers on the ground provided crossfire.

These novel terms and these brand-new combat concepts all come from Duke.

Obviously, the defense line of Yongge Forest is getting stronger day by day, and the chance of defending her hometown is increasing day by day. She should be ecstatic in her heart. The stronger the partial defense line is, the more obvious her sense of loss is -

Because all these achievements have nothing to do with her, she is just standing on the shoulders of the giant Duke Marcus, plagiarizing and squandering the war wisdom from Duke.

There is no harm without comparison.

Having seen the prosperity of Elwynn Forest and the rapid economic and technological development in the Kingdom of Stormwind, Sylvanas felt that if the high elves did not make reforms and were eliminated by the generations and the world, they would not be the same. Something too long ago.

But what did she see?

A decaying, a kingdom that will never change!

Although she was once proud of it, when she thought about it carefully, she was shocked to find that the surnames at the top of the kingdom had not changed since the founding of the kingdom.

I once vowed thirteen years ago that if I want to find a partner, I will find a male hero who is not inferior to my elder sister and third sister, a real hero who far surpasses Duke.

It's a pity that looking back at the entire kingdom of high elves, looking at the so-called nobles with their nostrils turned upward but not doing anything practical, Sylvanas just wanted to vomit.

right!

Still the same sentence!

No comparison, no harm!