Chapter 818 Combined Attack!
Hundreds of thousands of elite members of the Scarlet Cross raised their weapons high and issued the strongest voice since the beginning of the war: "No - answer - answer -"
Duke continued to shout: "Brothers dwarves and dwarfs, this guy said he wants to destroy all civilizations. What do you think?"
"F*ck* his mother!" The violent dwarf raised his war hammer high!
Duke finally waved to the elves: "This bastard not only destroyed your home, but also burned down a small tree in the last inch of green space. What do you think?"
Sylvanas stood out proudly: "For the blood of Quel'dorei! We must take revenge——"
One stone stirs up thousands of waves. Who among the high elves doesn't know the power and terror of the enemy?
Those who can gather here are naturally the most spirited and courageous group of people in the entire elves. They will be the backbone of the future revival of the high elves and the pillars of the rebuilding of the elven kingdom.
The overwhelming roar of humans and the sonorous and powerful shouts of dwarves deeply stimulated the hearts of tens of thousands of elves.
They thought of their dead relatives and friends, and of their destroyed homes.
A violent and unparalleled anger burst out from the depths of their hearts and rushed straight to their foreheads. They gave up the nobility and reserve they once boasted of, tore off the gentle mask in front of the world, especially humans, and shouted in unison. call--
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"
Military morale is available, morale is available!
With almost no thought, Sylvanas, who struck while the iron was hot, suddenly raised her bow and shouted: "Our kingdom was destroyed! Our city was destroyed! Our compatriots and relatives were slaughtered! In order to ensure that future generations will never forget this day, I declare that the Quel'dorei will be renamed the Sin'dorei!"
Duke couldn't hide the surprise on his face.
‘Quil’ means noble in the elven Salas language, and ‘Xin’ means blood.
The high elves were renamed from Quel'dorei to the blood elves Sin'dorei, which was clearly the work of Kael'thas in history.
It must be said that history has a surprisingly similar urinary character.
In a certain scene, under a certain situation, a consistent choice will be made.
At this moment, there was an army of tens of thousands of elves, and every one of them was filled with anger. In their rage, they needed to vent their anger. They didn't even notice that Sylvanas, who was theoretically just the "National Salvation Committee" of Laoshizi and whose official identity was just the Ranger General, had no power to announce such an important decision.
But one or two of them, tens of thousands of people were completely angered by Ner'zhul's shouting, and they naturally agreed to Sylvanas's call.
This amazing momentum that responds to every call...could it be that...after Sylvanas no longer had to become an undead, God still gave her a queen's throne?
What about the Forsaken?
Well, I, Duke, am from the Alliance. What do I care about the Horde?
Well, since Sylvanas still has a chance to become Queen of Xi without changing her race, then I definitely don’t mind giving you a push.
Duke curled his lips at Sylvanas and glanced at the skull of the Lich King in mid-air from the corner of his eye.
Sylvanas immediately understood.
"Devil! Get out of here!"
A sharp shout.
Bending the bow, nodding the arrow, all in one go.
This action has been used by Sylvanas hundreds of thousands of times in practice and actual combat. Each action is inconspicuous when broken down, but when connected together, it has a flowing beauty.
Seeing her hair fluttering with the violent wind in the bursting wind and thunder power, her heroic appearance like a goddess of war easily infected every elf.
They looked at Sylvanas standing on the hill with worshipful and pious eyes.
They were looking forward to it and waiting with excitement.
They wanted to see Sylvanas, whom they had high hopes for, perform some feat that would excite them.
However, at this moment, Sylvanas was actually confused inside.
Duke just looked at her, and she bent her bow and nocked an arrow without thinking too much. Of course she wanted to blow up Ner'zhul's hateful skull with one arrow, but after subconsciously posing with her bow and nocking an arrow, she suddenly remembered A serious problem - she has no means to deal with soul-type enemies!
Who knows whether thunder can hurt ghosts, but if an arrow can't blast that skull, it will be a real shame for the night elf ancestors.
Tens of thousands of elves stared at her back with burning eyes.
Those tens of thousands of glances didn't seem like anything before, but now there are literally tens of thousands of long swords. If she doesn't get it right, the swords will pierce her heart and kill her!
Biting her flaming red lips hard, Sylvanas really wanted to die at this moment.
Now it is clear that the arrow is on the string and has to be fired, but...but...
Suddenly, she felt like she hated herself and Duke.
It was not good for him to have such a close connection with anyone, but it was with Duke. With just one look from him, he stupidly bent his bow and arrow to aim at the devil.
it's good now!
What to do! What! receive! field! ?
On the other hand, when he first saw Sylvanas being so smart and getting her to work with just a look from him, and then feeling embarrassed again, Duke only felt that it was very interesting and funny.
Immediately, Duke immediately felt Sylvanas' fierce look in her eyes - telling him to find a way to end it.
I have to say that the reactions of the three Windrunner sisters when they were embarrassed were very interesting.
Veresa, who has the attributes of a married woman the most, has a soft-spoken begging look in her eyes, and she can't bear to refuse just by seeing her.
Alleria, who has the best view of the overall situation, is like 'little boy, why don't you come and help me? If the place is ruined, don't blame me." He was moved with emotion, but with a reasonable look in his eyes.
Okay, now Sylvanas is more direct - can you help me? If you don't help me, don't blame me for flipping the table?
That wildness and unruliness also fascinated Duke deeply.
Duke smiled softly. Even though he was no less than a hundred meters away from her, she still felt Duke's little movement.
It was a soul that could not be seen by others, a soul with a powerful divine aura.
Only those with the purest hearts, such as the little girl Sally Whitemane, could see a golden soul suddenly flying out of Duke's body and flying behind Sylvanas.
At this time, Sylvanas was in a standard posture with a bow and an arrow.
The left leg is in front and the right leg is in the back.
The left hand holds the bow and the right hand pulls the string.
Others couldn't see it, which didn't mean Sylvanas couldn't sense it. She just felt a warm soul hugging her from behind.
That, of course, is Duke’s soul.
This ambiguous holding method made Sylvanas feel flustered.
Because his crotch was pressed against her buttocks, his hot right hand gently rested on her right hand, and his left hand gently stroked along her left upper arm to the fingertips of her left hand.
If it were any other person, she would definitely have goosebumps all over her body and scream in surprise.
But the warm soul feeling of incomparable peace was very useful to her.
Dragging two runny noses, fighting hard...