The elite of the hundreds of thousands of Scarlet Cross Legions raised their weapons high and uttered the strongest voice since the beginning of the war: "No-A-Answer-"

Duke continued to shout: "Dwarves and dwarf brothers, what do you think of this guy talking about destroying all civilizations?"

"it!" the violent dwarf raises his warhammer!

Duke finally beckoned to the elves: "What do you think of this bastard not only destroying your home, but also burning every inch of green space and a small tree?"

Sylvanas stood proudly: "For the blood of Queldore!

One stone stirs up a thousand waves, who among the High Elves does not know the strength and terror of the enemy?

Those who can gather here are naturally the most fleshy and backbone people in the entire elven clan, they are the backbone of the revival of the high elves in the future, and the pillars of the rebuilding of the elven kingdom. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The overwhelming roar of the human race and the sonorous and powerful cry of the dwarf deeply stimulated the hearts of these tens of thousands of elves.

They remembered their dead relatives and friends, and they remembered their ruined homes.

A violent and incomparable anger gushed out from the depths of their hearts, rushing straight to their brains, they gave up the nobility and reserve they once prided themselves on, tore off the mask of gentleness in front of the world, especially mankind, and shouted in unison-

"Revenge, revenge, revenge!"

The military spirit is available, the morale is available!

Barely thinking, Sylvanas, striking while the iron was hot, suddenly raised his bow and shouted: "Our kingdom has been destroyed! Our city has been destroyed! Our compatriots and relatives have been slaughtered! In order that future generations will never forget this day, I declare that Queldore has changed its name to Sindore!"

Duke couldn't hide the surprise on his face.

'Quill' means noble in the elven Salas language, and 'Sin' means blood.

The High Elves changed their name from Queldore to Sindore, the Blood Elves, apparently by Kael'thas in history.

It has to be said that history has a strikingly similar urine nature.

In a certain scenario, in a certain situation, a consistent choice will be made.

At this moment, tens of thousands of elven armies, each elf was full of anger, and in the moment of rage, they urgently needed to vent. They didn't even notice that Sylvanas, who was theoretically just Raush's 'National Salvation Committee' and officially only a Ranger General, had no authority to announce such a big decision.

But one by two, tens of thousands of people were completely enraged by Naozu's clamour, and naturally agreed to Sylvanas's call.

This kind of amazing momentum that responds to all the calls...... Could it be ...... Sylvanas doesn't have to become an immortal, and God still gives her a queen's throne?

What about the Forsaken?

Uh, I'm Duke an Alliance, what do I do with the tribe?

Well, since Sylvanas still has a chance to be Queen Xi without having to change races, then I definitely don't mind pushing you.

Duke pursed his lips at Sylvanas, glancing at the Lich King's skull in midair out of the corner of his eye.

Sylvana Naston will know.

"Adversary!

A loud shout.

Bend the bow, set the arrow, and do it in one go.

This action has been used by Sylvanas in practice and actual combat hundreds of thousands of times, and each action is inconspicuous in decomposition, but when connected, there is a kind of flowing beauty.

Looking at her hair dancing with the wind in the power of the wind and thunder, the heroic posture of a female war god easily infected every elf.

They looked with adoration and reverence at Sylvanas standing on the hill.

They waited expectantly, with excitement.

They wanted to see Sylvanas, whom they had high hopes for, do something to stir their hearts up.

However, at this moment, Sylvanas was actually confused in his heart.

Just now Duke gave her a look, she didn't think much about it and bent her bow and arrow, of course she wanted to blow up the hateful skull of Naozu with an arrow, but after subconsciously taking the posture of bending the bow and arrow, she suddenly remembered a serious problem - she didn't have the means to deal with soul enemies!

The ghost knows if the thunder can hurt the ghost, and if an arrow can't blow up the skull, it will be a shame to throw it to the Night Elf ancestor.

Tens of thousands of elves stared at her back with burning eyes.

Those tens of thousands of eyes didn't feel anything before, but now it's tens of thousands of long swords, and if one can't get it, she will pierce her heart with ten thousand swords and stab her to death!

Biting her flaming red lips hard, Sylvanas really wanted to die at the moment.

Now it's clear that the arrow is ready to be sent, but it's ...... Unfortunately......

Suddenly, she had a feeling of hating herself, of Duke.

It's not good to be so kind to someone with you, but it's with Duke, and with a look from others, you stupidly bend your bow and arrow at the devil.

It's good now!

What should I do!!!??!??!!?!!

On the other hand, first seeing Sylvanas so good, she did her job with a single look, and then she was embarrassed, Duke only thought it was funny and funny.

Immediately, Duke felt Sylvanas's fierce look in his eyes—it was telling him to find a way to end it.

I have to say that the reactions of the three Windranger sisters when they are embarrassed are very interesting.

Wen Leisha, who has the attributes of a wife the most, has a soft look in her eyes, and she can't bear to refuse just by seeing it.

The most big-picture Aurelia is a 'little example, you still don't come to help?' don't blame me for the smashing of the field' small eyes that move with emotion and know reason.

Okay, now Sylvanas is more direct - help me, don't help me, don't blame me for flipping the table?

That wildness, that rebelliousness, also fascinated Duke.

Duke smiled softly, and even though he was no less than 100 meters away from her, she felt Duke's small movements.

It was a soul that could not be seen by the naked eye, a soul with a powerful divine aura.

Only the purest of hearted clergymen, such as the little girl Sally Whitemane, could see that a golden soul suddenly flew out of Duke's body and flew behind Sylvanas at once.

At this point, Sylvanas is in a standard bow-and-arrow position.

The left leg is in front and the right leg is in the back.

Hold the bow in your left hand and pull the string in your right hand.

Others can't see it, it doesn't mean that Sylvanas can't feel it, but she feels a warm soul hugging her from behind.

That, of course, is Duke's soul.

This ambiguous hugging made Sylvanas flustered.

As his crotch pressed against her hips, his burning right hand rested lightly on her right hand, and his left hand gently ran down her left upper arm to the tip of her left finger.

If it were a different person, she would have goosebumps all over her body and let out an exclamation.

But the incomparably peaceful warm soul touch made her very useful.