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He didn't intend to confront Gul'dan head-on in the orc siege, but after a few Windrangers wreaked havoc on the miscellaneous troops, Duke opened the portal and retreated.

If you don't go now, once Gul'dan comes, no one will be able to go.

The only thing Duke can exploit now is Gul'dan's contempt for him, or Gul'dan's plot to get a good shot at Orgrim.

Early the next morning, Aurelia reappeared outside the Silvermoon Council Chamber.

"I'm sorry, General Windranger, but the Silvermoon Council is in its daily meetings. The last time you trespassed on Parliament, many members of the Council expressed great anger at your reckless and rude actions. The captain of the guard was the first to stop Aurelia, and the huge kite-shaped shield in his hand was so dazzling in Aurelia's eyes.

Aurelia struggled to suppress her feelings: "The Eternal Song Forest has been invaded, and from yesterday afternoon to this morning, we have lost a total of seven brigades. Reports for help at the highest level have been piled up all over the communication room, and you're telling me now, don't disturb that damn daily council!? It's a state of war!"

"But ......"

Without saying a word, Aurelia threw out the thing that Duke had told her to take with her last night.

Troll's head.

Swirling in mid-air, dozens of long black hair with strange braids danced in the air, the sun shining on the long fangs, hitting the kite-shaped shield that refused all information from the outside world, and finally landed at the feet of the captain of the guard.

The air froze for a moment.

There were as many as a team of twelve guards, each staring at the head.

The next moment, Aurelia opened a bag and revealed its contents.

It was a beautiful magic crystal nameplate, and it also marked the identity of the High Elves as a soldier, and when the nameplate was removed, it only meant one thing - death in battle!

There are many nameplates, and the most shocking thing is that among these even blood-stained nameplates, the captain of the guard suddenly found many nameplates of squadron leaders and even captains.

The faces of all the guards changed color.

Once again, Aurelia has broken into the Silvermoon Council, which she knows and hates.

The speaker of the council became angry at the first time when he saw Aurelia's heroic and dignified face: "For the sake of Silvermoon City, can you not disturb the sacred meeting again and again!"

"I'm really sorry!" No matter how good Aurelia is, the anger in her heart rose to her throat when she saw these high-minded councillors who didn't care about the world: "The Eternal Song Forest has been invaded, are you willing to stop the 'sacred' meeting and face the arrival of war when the tribe is killed in front of this 'sacred' gate?!"

Anyone could hear the bitter irony in Aurelia's mouth so strong that it could barely be dissolved.

"Impossible!" a high lord suddenly stood up, pointing his finger at Aurelia and saying in an unusually sharp tone, "No one can survive passing through those rune stones." ”

"Ho? no?" Aurelia raised her long golden eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

Aurelia took out a two-palm-sized piece of runestone from the package, raised her hand, and threw it at the Great Lord.

The lifespan of the High Elves is quite long, and many of the councilors here are the mages who arranged the rune stones back then. It is precisely because of the great merit of protecting Quel'Thalas that they can transcend the ordinary and become noble beings who dare to stand up to the king and rise above all living beings.

Now, their pride, their dependence, have vanished in an instant.

The heart of each councillor was pounding, and he almost forgot to breathe.

"Grand Lord Moria, your territory seems to be in the southern part of the Yongge Forest, right? Why don't you find a balcony on a high point right away and see if there is a fire rising in your territory?"

Aurelia's words made Grand Lord Moria's ass smacked as if he had been whipped hard, and the whole person jumped.

Ignoring the beam-jumping clown, Aurelia stared straight at the Sun King.

"I don't want to repeat the warning I gave you, but I want to tell you one thing - there is no doubt that the trolls have entered our forests, trampled our land, and slaughtered our people. The orcs I spoke of are now following them. They don't have the agility and stealth of trolls, but they have strong bodies and locust-like numbers, and they're planning to destroy our home with the trolls!"

Aurelia gasped for air, her chest heaving violently, and the hall was quiet, quiet, except for the sound of her heavy breathing.

Aurelia held her head high, her face full of pain and pain: "In the end, I just want to ask, are you all damned deaf and blind? Do you want all the rangers on the border to die? Do you want every elven in the Eternal Song Forest to be slaughtered? Do you have to wait until you face the hideous face of the troll and smell the troll's breath that is enough to make you vomit? You are willing to admit that total war has befallen our high elves......

Aurelia's voice was beautiful, and in the midst of her pleading, she opened the blood-stained bag again, and countless nameplates poured out and fell to the white tiles that shone brightly, making a clanging sound.

Whether it was the king, the speaker, or the councillor, the pupils of each elf suddenly shrank, and they stared at the nameplates for a long time.

Look at the fresh troll head presented by the captain of the guard.

The Sun King, Anastrian*, erupted into a loud roar.

"Damn-" This time, the Sun King's outburst wasn't because of Aurelia.

The elven king slapped the troll's head in the air. The skull had no chance to fall to the ground, as in mid-air, the skull had been instantly incinerated by the Sun King's destructive flames.

With the high temperature embers, they poured on the floor of the Silvermoon Council Chamber.

The Sun King furrowed his brows, and his eyes, which had been cloudy for the most part, became sharp as a sword again.

"How dare trolls invade our homeland?" Anastrian was utterly enraged, "How dare they do this?"

He raised his head and his expression was like that of an enraged brown bear: "We will make them wash their sins with their lives and blood!Gather our warriors, gather our rangers, and we will launch an all-out assault on the trolls, drive them out of our forests, and build new borders for us with their heads!" )