If another person dared to do such a thing in front of a group of elf high-level people, and did not burn him to death with magic fire on the spot, it could already be said that the high elves were a superior nation and a country of etiquette. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After hearing it at first, the reaction of all the elves was ridiculous.

Translated into the human side, the idea is to assume that Duke is pretending, not ordinary pretending, but pretending to be a big death.

A single battle flag can force back a hundred thousand troops of the tribe?

Pretend to be so big, not afraid of being struck by lightning?

Several of the councillors had already spoken sarcastically, but each of them swallowed them back.

Why?

The name of the person.

The shadow of the tree.

Even if every congressman didn't want Duke to see him anymore, 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 long spread to every country and city-state on the continent of Lordaeron. There are displays of large piles of orc heads outside more than one town.

Duke's record is solid.

In case of...... Is Duke's reputation really so terrifying that he scares away orcs with just one battle flag?

The elven councillors had to swallow their words hard again and wait for the situation to develop.

Duke looked at Aurelia.

Aurelia also stared at Duke.

Of course, the beautiful and intelligent elven ranger general knew what Duke wanted.

Duke foresaw a shameless and despicable power struggle with his wit. also foresaw this power struggle at the expense of the lives of the High Elves, which was destined to break Aurelia's heart. However, he still did his best, accompanied her to work hard, waiting for the flash of wisdom that elven higher-ups did not have a one-in-10,000 chance.

She didn't wait for the hope of the elves.

She asked Duke to do so hard, made Duke do so much, and now it was time for her to give Duke an answer. Whether she is willing to pay for her transfer in exchange for Duke's last help to the High Elves.

Gently closing her eyes and pondering for two seconds, when Aurelia's beautiful eyes appeared in front of everyone again, they were a pair of eyes that were no longer confused, but extremely determined.

Aurelia* Windranger's gentle voice resounded in the hall.

"At the request of His Excellency Duke Marcus, I will unfurl this flag, hold it high, and ride a chocobo through most of Silvermoon City to the top of the outer wall, and plant this flag at the head of the city, and see how the tribe reacts. Who's for and who's against?"

The tactful voice was full of determination, and in fact, it was also the last bloody and tearful indictment of Aurelia after leaving her anger against the moths of these countries, the wastes in high positions.

Right!

As long as any of you still have a little backbone, then stand up yourself and use the elven method to solve the elven crisis!

If you're all incompetent waste, then don't blame me for inviting outsiders!!

Who's for and who's against?

This is said lightly, and no one dares to speak out.

Everyone knows that if Duke succeeds, it 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 parliament of Quel'Thalas.

But in this moment of crisis, when the army is crushing the city, saying the wrong thing can mean the end of a political career and even a life. The councillors, who spoke eloquently almost every time in this hall, were dumb.

Aurelia waited for ten seconds. From left to right, from top to bottom, her gaze swept back and forth the faces of all the councillors and the father and son of the Sunchaser. When she realized that no pair of eyes dared to make eye contact with her.

Aurelia had a poignant and decisive smile on her face.

"So there's no objection to that, then I'm leaving. ”

I'm leaving......

It didn't just mean that she had stepped out of the temple and run to the city, it also meant that she, the Ranger General and High Elf heroine who had been loyal to Quel'Salas for thousands of years, left her once-beloved people, her country, forever with disappointment and grief.

Prince Kael'thas was deeply stung by this scene, and he raised his right hand almost instinctively, as if to keep Aurelia in his hand, but he still lowered his hand in despair.

After seeing the prince's actions, Aurelia's mouth opened slightly, and she seemed to want to say something, but in the end she didn't say a word, turned and walked away.

"Cut!" Not only Aurelia, but also Sylvanas, who was also a Ranger General, also turned around and left with her sister, but she left the councillors with an even more rebellious back of the head.

Time in the main hall seemed to freeze.

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

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

Or will it produce a joke that is enough to be laughed at for 10,000 years.

Everyone in the high position will wait and see.

Aurelia strode out of the main hall, and her third and fourth sisters immediately greeted her.

"Let's go! Someone who braggarts, who claims that a flag can scare Orgrim away. Let's see!"

Without hesitation, the four Windranger sisters flew together and sat on their mounts. In the midst of all the attention, Duke's huge blue storm heraldic flag was unfurled.

This refreshing blue was so out of place and so abrupt and dazzling compared to the entire Silver Moon City, which had a red and gold background.

Moreover, what does it mean that the Ranger General of the Elves holds high the banner of the human nobility?

The moment the flag was unfurled in the wind, Aurelia received a real lot of attention.

Suspicious, alarmed, uneasy, questioning, complaining, angry!

Almost all the emotions converged on Aurelia's face.

Her arms were as strong as she had drawn her bow millions of times.

Her body was as strong as a pine, and she was not afraid of gossip and hostility.

However, there were two tears left on her beautiful face.

"Yes, these are the last two tears of my Orelia Windrunner for the country I love. ”

Walk through the Long Street.

Walk through the square.

Ignoring the alarming populace and the guards who tried to stop her, Aurelia finally reached the head of the main gate of Silvermoon City.

In her vision, a mixed coalition of tens of thousands of tribes and trolls was ready to storm the city.

More than a thousand huge, rough catapults lined up.

The orc laborers were panting for breath and carrying heavy sandbags, ready to fill in all obstacles in the way of the siege...... to sandbags or to their corpses.

The heavily armed orc warrior roared in agitation.

The more brutal trolls continued to slaughter elven captives before the war began, performing the last blood sacrifice before the battle.

However, when Aurelia rushed up and stood on the top of the city, suddenly a large gust of wind was blown up behind her, and the hurricane condensed into a huge war bow, shooting Duke's storm banner out, and the lower half of the battlefield fell silent.

Five hundred meters away, the azure storm flag planted on the ground was unfurled in the wind.

Every orc who witnessed the banner was in an uproar.

There is no longer that fierce momentum, but an indescribable ...... Panic!(To be continued.) )