Unfortunately, their prince was beaten into a dog by the tribe in the first battle. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Although both the royal family and the Silvermoon Council have gone to great lengths to publicize Duke's glorious exploits, every elf with a little brain knows that the High Elves have failed once again and have to call for help from humans.

It was not so much a grand welcome to the heroes as it was a time when 100,000 elves had to be on the scene to witness the noble and great race of High Elves being nailed to the pillar of shame once again.

The only difference is that this is not a humiliating surrender ceremony, but a welcome ceremony in the name of allies.

The Sun King and the Silver Moon Council are left with only one last fig leaf.

Again, they had to urgently need this fig leaf.

With an army of 70,000 and a ninety percent of the land falling, even the most optimistic elves dare not expect the High Elves alone to survive this crisis.

Panicked citizens need confidence.

Desperate and distressed soldiers need hope.

And these are all things that the Sun King and the Silver Moon Council cannot give to the citizens and soldiers.

Duke - Azeroth's greatest orc killer ever, the culprit behind the death of half a million orcs. His presence undoubtedly injected a boost into the elves of Quel'Thalas, who were hovering on the edge of hell.

Therefore, Duke's arrival undoubtedly made the elves extremely entangled.

Happy, ashamed, uneasy, heartwarming...... I have all kinds of thoughts.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the vast Far Traveler Square was already surrounded by elven civilians. When neither the king nor the council can give them a sense of security, finding a new straw becomes part of the survival instinct.

If at this moment, something happens to Duke who can't come, or if the portal is disturbed and the promised reinforcements can't come, it will undoubtedly plunge the elven citizens into deeper despair and fear.

Luckily, Duke didn't release the pigeons.

At ten o'clock, right in the middle of the square, a huge circular portal five stories high opened. Illuminated by the sparkling arcane energy, ten Morning Star Elven mages dressed in uniform quickly helped stabilize the portal on the other side.

Just under the gaze of 100,000 pairs of eyes, the opposite side of the portal appeared green mountains and green waters that were rare in Silvermoon City at this moment, and then there was the neat and rhythmic sound of horses' hooves.

The huge, pure white war horse, as if performing dressage, walked out of the portal with very rhythmic steps.

The first to come into the sight of the elven citizens were 12 human knights with bright armor.

Obviously, the silver-backed blue-edged knight armor of the Storm Kingdom, unexpectedly, the banners they held were messy and varied.

At first, there were also unreasonable citizens who let out a low sneer.

Just two seconds later, they let out a heartfelt exclamation.

Because those battle flags were the battle flags of the tribe, and one of them had the same symbol as the battle flag besieging Silvermoon City at this moment - it was the battle flag of the Blackstone Clan.

Not only battle flags, but also a dozen huge and hideous orc heads frozen by ice magic. Banners in Elven language on the ice proclaim the identity of these heads. Each of these heads is actually the head of the tribal chief, and the most eye-catching of them are the big characters of 'the head of the black hand of the ancestor tribal chieftain'.

That's right!

These alliance knights, in the posture of victors, are showing the elves the achievements of the alliance and showing Duke's great achievements!

After the Twelve Knights, there are the Twelve Earth Mages. As soon as they appeared, they stood neatly on either side, bowing at forty-five degrees, waiting for the arrival of the most crucial one.

Finally......

There was a loud bang in the sky, and Duke appeared in the sky.

With the deafening roar of thunder, Duke who appeared inside the portal was enveloped in a tornado storm composed of five elements.

A chain of thunder that twists and turns.

A whirling wind shield.

Fiery Serpent.

A shroud of ice that is cold to the bone.

The arcane light of the unparalleled.

Five completely different powers can be blended together in perfect harmony, turning into twelve rotating balls of elemental energy, floating above Duke's head.

Duke's hand directly compared Prince Kael'thas who had a three-series arcane energy ball floating above his head for a long time. In fact, not only Kael'thas, but also Acting Speaker Morens, who had been waiting for a long time, also had embarrassment written on his face with a capital letter.

Duke's people are invited by the Silvermoon Council's kneeling grandfather begging grandma, even if people are clearly slapping you in the face, the Silvermoon Council can only knock out your teeth and swallow blood.

Morrens pretended not to see anything, and followed Illusia with a warm face.

"Welcome, Mr. Duke. ”

"Duke, you're here. My father is already waiting for you. ”

"I am Acting Speaker Morens, and on behalf of the Silvermoon Council, I welcome you, Your Excellency Grand Duke Marcus. ”

Three people, three titles, but on this occasion it does not seem abrupt at all.

Duke nodded softly to Illusia, the eldest daughter of the Barov family standing obediently behind Duke's side.

Then Prince Kael'thas on the left and Speaker Morens on the right, the incomparably noble existence of the two elves, led Duke to the red carpet and walked towards the main hall where the Silvermoon Council was located.

The sound of the welcoming horn sounded, like thunderous applause, accompanied by cheers that swept into the sky. Countless petals were sprinkled on the red carpet by beautiful elf girls from the terraces of high-rise buildings on both sides of the road.

"Welcome, hero of humanity!"

"Long live the orc killer Duke—"

"Quel'Salas is counting on you!Lord Marcus!"

No matter how many Cheng Cheng was genuinely welcomed, at least at this moment, Duke got the treatment he deserved.

The arrogance of the High Elves in Silvermoon City for thousands of years seemed to have turned into the red carpet for the welcome, and Duke was fiercely trampled under his feet.

The corners of Duke's mouth curled into a smile of confidence with a hint of wickedness.

"Silvermoon City, I'm here! As a savior! If you're really willing to let go of your body, then I don't mind giving you some guidance! If you're brain-dead all the way to the end, then don't blame me for letting you die. ”

Stories about the history of the world of Azeroth came to Duke's mind.

It can be said that since the Dark Gate was first opened, the history of the entire world has been a history of war between the Alliance and the Horde. There may be a brief period of peace, but most of the time it is at war. Only when a bigger and stronger enemy is coming, and when they cannot fight against a foreign enemy alone, will the two mortal enemies quickly resolve their contradictions and turn towards unity.

Historically, Orgrim's troops have only circled the Eternal Song Forest, built an Altar of Storms, and walked contentedly, leaving the trolls alone to deal with the elves.

Now, history has changed dramatically.

There is no doubt that the one who now rules the fate of the High Elves is none other than Duke.

Duke, who walked on the red carpet, obviously did not have a noble crown on his head, however, in the eyes of the elves, Duke was an out-and-out ...... Uncrowned King!(To be continued.) )