Sun King Anastrian's heart was dripping blood. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Prince Kael'thas's heart is bleeding.

The members of the Silver Moon Council, who are usually high, all lowered their heads.

Not only that, but in the golden hall, almost every elf lowered their proud heads.

The combined forces of orcs and trolls have slaughtered the great city of Silvermoon City.

The proud magical defense system was once again broken by a warlock named Gul'dan on the other side.

Looking into the distance, tears flowed from the corners of the Sun King's eyes, which already had crow's feet.

I still remember that the founding king Darth Rema continued to move north while organizing the upper elves to contain the trolls in a scattered manner. After going through countless hardships and hardships, he found a paradise in the dense forest—a place where the blood of the upper elves could be sustained.

Here by the mountains and the sea, easy to defend and difficult to attack, the land is plump, and the spring is bright.

Darth Rema sprinkled the bottle of Eternal Water into a small lake here, creating another Well of Eternity - the Well of the Sun today. He named the place Quel'Thalas. He named the new city Silvermoon City, and personally drew up the architectural blueprint of Silvermoon City, retaining the luxurious and beautiful architectural style of the upper elves.

In order to distinguish himself from his compatriots who remained in Karimdo, and to always remember their former noble status, Darth Rema renamed the group of upper elves who had moved to Quel'Thalas, the High Elves, meaning that 'we are no longer nobles of the lower races, but of higher intelligence, and have since broken away from the Kadore lineage that their ancestors had used for generations'.

Before Silvermoon City was completely completed, the High Elves who had been given a new life couldn't wait to establish Darth Rema as king. Yes, they need a kingship, a strong man who can control the whole situation. Darth Lema is undoubtedly the most suitable choice. He is brave, decisive, ambitious, tolerant but cunning, quick, ruthless, and proud. The qualities that a king should possess can be found in him without exception, and more valuable qualities can be found.

He is the first king of Quel'Thalas, Darth Rema* Sunstrider!

This is the origin of the King of the Sunseekers!

During the troll wars that lasted for thousands of years, the High Elves were nearly wiped out. The successor of the royal family at that time, Anastrian, personally appealed to the humans for help, and for 2,800 years, the Silvermoon Council has been attacking the king on the grounds that the king has conceded too much to the humans and strive for more power.

At this moment, the Sun King, sitting on the supreme throne, did not say a word, and his sharp eyes swept over the Silver Moon Councillors.

It can be seen that the scalp of every member of parliament is numb.

The Sun King turned slightly, his red-backgrounded gold-rimmed robe moving around the throne like a newborn morning sun engulfing darkness, his pale but still powerful hand clutching the golden phoenix scepter. The scepter still reflected the splendor of the palace, shining with a golden sheen like the sun.

The pale face lost all expression of joy and sorrow, indifferent, indifferent, and unhurried.

The voice of the Sun King finally sounded in the main hall.

"O members of the Silvermoon Council, when I asked you for help as king, you only gave me an unruly army to fight against the brutal orcs. With the best elite you can imagine. If one of your defeats were to be exchanged for your success, it would be a victory for the High Elves after all. But now, how do you repay me for my concessions to you?"

The Sun King said in imitation of the voice of the former Speaker of the Silver Moon.

"I have Admiral Panfinis!"

The next moment, the Sun King was replaced by the terrified cry of the herald.

"Your Majesty, it's not good. Panferis was beheaded by the orc chief Lucker ......"

The sound switches again and again.

"I have the Arcane Master Rusfon. ”

"Your Majesty, it's not good again. Master Ruth Fang was killed by the opponent's two-headed ogre Gugar. ”

Every time the Sun King switched his voice, it was like a huge slap in the face of the remaining Silver Moon Councillors. Every councilor's face was hot, and he couldn't help but lower his head.

Finally, one of the councillors couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, in fact, we can ask the human race for help......

"I'm going to your Silver Moon Council! I've been scolded by you for 2,800 years because of your plea for help. This time, if you don't go, then it is not impossible for the bloodline of the Sunchaser Wang family to be cut off in Silver Moon City. ”

"Your Majesty!?" exclaimed almost every High Elf nobleman in the main hall.

The king is a broken jar, and he is going to die to the end!

You know, there are less than 30,000 soldiers left in Silvermoon City. Although it is possible to organize a combat-ready population to defend, rushing into battle is no different from killing chickens and taking eggs. It seems that Silver Moon City can't hold on to the elves alone.

Silvermoon City was breached, and no one had any good fruit to eat. There is no going back to the Kalimdor Continent. In this continent full of gunsmoke and war, there is no longer a place for the High Elves to gain a foothold.

Cold sweat soaked the backs of all the councillors.

"No, Your Majesty, please be careful!" shouted the parliamentarians.

The Sun King seemed to have lost his hearing, and sat on his throne like an ice sculpture, without saying a word. Just quietly watching the commotion below. Kael'thas was tempted to say something, but finally his body trembled violently and stopped moving.

At this time, a large number of nobles and parliamentarians finally remembered an elf.

One was snubbed by all the elves because he 'fornicated' with foreigners, the other was snubbed by all the elves because he 'learned of the tribe's invasion early in the morning and did not resolutely attract the attention of the higher-ups', and the elf who still stood in the main hall with his head held high - Aurelia * Windranger.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the female ranger general standing at the end of the main hall.

It was in this desperate moment that they remembered the heroine who had always been outspoken but was ostracized by the mainstream authorities.

Sylvanas, who was standing quietly beside Aurelia, raised her head abruptly and said in a wind language that outsiders couldn't hear: "Sister, you must not be soft on these bastards! ”

The eyes of a fellow councillor who used to be high up 'pushed' out, walked up to Aurelia, and said in an almost flattering tone: "Lady Aurelia, regarding the siege of Silvermoon City, the council wants to know your opinion. ”

Excited! angry! resentful of why the High Elves kept so many moths! Roared about why the higher-ups refused to listen to any of the pertinent opinions.

But when the higher-ups really deigned to 'listen' to her, Aurelia felt a ...... Indifferent!

That's right, it's a kind of indifference that mourns more than death.

"I have no opinion. Aurelia replied lightly. (To be continued.) )