Chapter 808 The Sacred Oath Remains

Seeing how awesome their boss was, the elf army, which was already in a state of embarrassment and showing signs of collapse due to the counterattack of the Death Knights, suddenly burst into excited cheers.

"Oh oh oh--"

"Kill the leader of Bones!"

Halduron did not expect that he actually heard slogans such as "Long live Sylvanas——" and "Long live the War Goddess!" shouted from Lor'themar's mouth.

His cry was immediately echoed by the vast number of elves!

"Long live Sylvanas—" Such a voice echoed throughout the beach.

Standing on a high hill, Sylvanas stood facing the wind. The thick dark clouds seemed to have become a little thinner due to the fall of the two Scourge commanders. A ray of golden sunshine shot down from the gap in the clouds. , it just happened to shine on Sylvanas, making her figure suddenly look great.

It was a visual impact that was irresistible to mortals, as if a god had descended into the world.

"Ah! Goddess of War!"

"Female War Goddess——"

"Valkyrie——"

The fighting spirit of the elves obviously became fiercer.

Halduron quickly dodged to Lor'themar and grabbed his friend's shoulders: "Lor'themar, what are you..."

Unexpectedly, Lor'themar pulled him over instead, leaned into his ear and said, "Isn't this bad now? The kingdom is being destroyed. Our king and prince betrayed their subjects and will push all elves to death. The abyss. We may be able to hold on with one breath for a while, but what happens next? The high elves need a hero! A banner! A leader!"

Halduron's eyes suddenly narrowed. He completely understood what his friend meant, and he couldn't help but breathe quickly: "Actually, if it's Alleria..."

His meaning was very clear. If the kingdom had to have a new queen, then the steady and majestic Alleria would undoubtedly be more suitable.

Lor'themar said seriously: "We are all Windrunner sisters. I don't think there is much difference for Duke Marcus. Besides, at this moment when the kingdom is destroyed, it is Sylvanas who stands here!"

The so-called hero is all about strength, timing, and luck!

Perhaps Alleria is more suitable, but at the moment she is trapped in Karazhan in the void and has no royal bloodline, so the people will only recognize Sylvanas who stepped forward when they were most desperate! Not Alleria, who has a better and more suitable personality, nor Kael'thas, who once bowed his knee!

And with the relationship between Duke and the Windrunner sisters, no matter which one takes power, they will definitely receive the full support of the Alliance. This is definitely a top priority for the extremely weak Quel'Thalas.

After thinking quickly, Halduron finally nodded.

At this moment, Sylvanas, who was focused on fighting, did not know that the two subordinates she relied on most were already preparing to promote her to the throne. She fought with concentration.

When the Alliance and Elf armies successfully occupied the beachhead and sent reinforcements ashore, as the battle line progressed, the commanders of both sides saw two torrents, one red and one gold, converging.

Thirteen years.

There were arguments.

There have been mistakes.

There was hostility.

I once thought that differences in ideas and escalating minor frictions on the border would eventually lead to war. After all, there are countless examples of this kind of thing in history. Who would have thought that to this day, the kings of Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas All hung up...

Grand Duke Mograine was holding the [Ashbringer] in the red torrent of Lordaeron's heavy cavalry, looking at the golden formation not far away. The leader was a man with a bow on his back, riding White Chocobo, the heroic goddess of war.

Mograine murmured to himself: "Damn it, shouldn't there be a queen in both countries..."

The humans have long been aware of what happened in Quel'Thalas, but sometimes business matters are just that. Under the command, the knight who delivered the order raised a flag of inquiry, a blue Union flag, and then pointed to the north——

Are we still allies?

The elf didn't hesitate at all, and immediately erected a holy flag with gold rim and white background. On top of the flag was a pair of clenched palms, one belonging to the elf and the other to the human.

That was the flag that both sides decided to use together when the former Sun King Anastrian and Emperor Thoradin formed an alliance 2800 years ago.

This flag has only one meaning - the sacred oath is still in effect!

The two teams are getting closer.

Mograine and Sylvanas both saw each other. The two parties are not very familiar with each other. They have met several times but have never talked in detail. However, they have experienced the second war of the Dark Portal together, and there is no hatred between them. They are familiar with each other when they meet.

"When will we attack north?" Sylvanas said anxiously.

The elves are now desperate to fight with all their strength, but their power is always limited. The key depends on the alliance.

Mograine glanced at the dwarf steam tank that was driving up from the ice to the beach, and then looked back at the glorious magic battle in the distance.

"If the duel above does not determine the outcome, it will be difficult for us to continue to advance."

The scoundrels of the Scourge are easy to deal with, but...

Their eyes all fell on the decisive battle between the two top mages in the world.

The combat power that transcends the mortal world cannot be ignored.

Just like in the Arathi Highlands thirteen years ago, nearly 300,000 troops were unable to advance due to the fierce attack of the Red Dragon Legion.

If the opponent's Sun-level warriors cannot be defeated, even if the alliance and the elves succeed in blocking Arthas, they will pay an extremely heavy price.

This is an extraordinary showdown between what the outside world considers to be the new Sun Archmage Duke Marcus and the veteran Sun strongman Antonidas.

In this battle, Antonidas tried to recruit helpers, but whether it was the two former Kirin Tor councilors who had fallen into lichs or the Moon-level warlock from the Cursed Sect, they were all stopped by the Alliance.

Krasus, who has returned to human form, Daelin's old lover Gina Goldsword, and Duke's theoretical fiancée Miss Jaina Proudmoore all join the battle to entangle the evil mystics.

This made Antonidas feel bitter.

Mortals always think that Xiri is the strongest in the world. Every mystic in the legal system is always envious of Master Xiri's endless magic power, which is like the sun.

Only when you reach the Xiri level will you understand that even Xiri is divided into levels. Xiri means the morning sun, and the sun is a star in the standard sense of astronomy. According to the magic grading passed down from ancient times, with reference to the brightness classification of stars, the great mage who has just stepped into the sun is only a sixth-level sun, and the strongest first-level sun is 100 times more powerful than the sixth level.

Antonidas, who finally returned to the fifth level after having his magic circuit stolen, feels like he has just bumped into the real sun...

Since the fourth day of the Lunar New Year... my father-in-law and mother-in-law, who have been taking care of the baby, went on a nine-day trip to Yunnan. During the Spring Festival, when my wife was taking care of the baby, it wasn’t that bad.

After my wife went to work on the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the nightmare came~~~

The only good news is that my father-in-law and mother-in-law will be back tomorrow, Wednesday...

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