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It sounds good, and most people will think that if you don't become a king, you don't have much to do.

Actually, this 'majority' is wrong.

No one knows better than Duke, who is a traverser, that a king or something, if there is no support from strength, it will be something more virtual than a false title.

If you talk about the orc trolls of the first and second wars, they are barely counted as mortals.

So starting from the Third Dark Gate War, what is the Scourge legion composed of the dead and resurrected, with the undead as the core, what dragons, what elemental lords, what ancient gods...... When this large number of mortals pee when they see it, everyone will know that countries without strong support are all children's toys.

Only strength!

In order to make Duke stand at the pinnacle of the world's nations.

Now, Duke stood here, and the formless power was like a storm, easily sweeping the entire Far Traveler Square. Tens of thousands of elves consciously lined up in long horizontal columns, whether they wanted to or not, they had to bow down to Duke and pray for his salvation.

It is as if a silent image is repeating history, as is the replay of the scene 2,800 years ago, when the elven hero Anastrian* the Sunchaser entered the city with none other than the greatest emperor in human history, Soladin the Great.

Now, Anastrian has been replaced by Kael'thas, and the heroic knight emperor in the saddle has been replaced by a mage hero, and the dominance has changed.

No longer elves, but humans.

This scene made countless elves entangled and sad.

Duke walked down the red carpet, strolling around with the rest of his eyes. I have to admit that the main city of the High Elves is indeed very beautiful, full of beautiful carvings and buildings, even if you just tear down a piece of building on the side of the road and take it back to the human world for auction, it may fetch a sky-high price.

You know, this is not the Silvermoon City that was witnessed by the player in the later life, knelt down once, and built next to the ruins of the original site. This is the original Silver Moon City, and it has exploded the nine streets of the new city in terms of artistic value alone.

Although the New Silver Moon City is also beautiful, compared to this beautiful ancient city with a history of thousands of years, the New Silver Moon City is more like a clumsy imitation.

At this time, Prince Kael'thas beside Duke said softly, "Silvermoon City is beautiful. She is the pride and greatest spiritual sustenance of our High Elves. If we could, we would never want her to be affected by the fighting. ”

Duke noticed that the prince used 'she' to describe Silvermoon City. Just as humans like to use women's names to describe warships. This kind of affection for things is really elven characteristics.

Duke replied, "That's what I'm here for." ”

Kael'thas nodded, not saying anything more. Before the negotiation is signed, there is still a possibility that something will happen. The prince thought silently: Duke should not offer too hard.

The sound of drums and trumpets and the clamor died down as the half-hour-long welcoming ceremony ended. However, even though Duke's young and mysterious back had disappeared into the doorway of the council hall, none of the elven citizens had dispersed.

It was as if they were waiting for the final judgment, waiting for the outcome of the negotiations.

Everyone knows that because of the arrogance of the elves before, they have already angered the Kazmodan Kingdom of the Seven Kingdoms of Mankind and the Copperbeard Dwarves. In the midst of humanity's repeated pleas for help, the Silvermoon Council brutally ignored humanity. Now that it's the turn of the High Elves to face the extinction of the country themselves, are humans still willing to lend a helping hand?

No elf knows......

In the glorious and dazzling hall, the 1024 magic lamps arranged in all directions of the hall illuminate the hall as if it were day, and people can hardly see a trace of shadow when walking in it, making people feel as if walking in the temple of the sun god.

The Sun King Anastrian*, who sat on the throne on the nine-step staircase, finally stood up, his arms outstretched, and his majestic voice echoed in this huge hall of more than 10,000 square meters.

"Welcome, Lord Duke of Stormwind, Orc Slayer, Hero of Humanity, and Great Alternate Guardian Lord Duke Marcus!"

For a king, to call out Duke's most awesome name so officially is undoubtedly a very big concession. You know, this kind of chanting like a top hat is shouted by a ceremonial official, and it is shouted by a king, which has two completely different meanings.

Duke didn't overly irritate the elves, he bowed slightly, his head was in a straight line with his back, and he didn't bow his head, purely expressing his respect for his elders.

"Thank you, Your Majesty the Sun-Chaser, Archmage of the Sun, the Terminator of the Troll Wars, and the Great Elven Ruler, the Sun King. ”

Duke's words made the elf executives who were originally smiling a little softened a little.

"Your Excellency Marcus, am I talking to the Grand Duke of Stormwind now, or am I talking to the Deputy Commander of the Lordaeron Alliance?"

Previously, in order to avoid irritating Quel'Thalas, Duke could only approach the elven border in the name of the Grand Duke and his private soldiers.

If the elven higher-ups turn a blind eye and let Duke enter, and let Duke lead the army to stab him in the back during the first or second elf and tribe battle, then at most the elves will find a way to compensate Duke and join the alliance gorgeously, then the matter will be revealed.

Who knew that the Silvermoon Council accused Aurelia of fornicating with Duke, and strictly forbade Duke to enter. Okay, now that the main force of the elves is also kneeling, and the recruits have not been trained, they are willing to invite Duke only when the country is about to be wiped out.

If Duke has to hold on to this, then the elves will naturally continue to compensate Duke for the loss of mental trauma as the Grand Duke.

Duke can certainly do that, but if he does so, he will fall into disadvantage.

A smile curled into the corner of Duke's mouth, and with a wave of his hand, a very formal document opened in mid-air with arcane power, and appeared in front of all the elves.

"I, Duke Marcus, have been granted absolute authority by the Lordaeron Alliance, and as the Vice-Commander of the Alliance, I am in charge of negotiating the entry of the Kingdom of Quel'Salas into the Alliance. On it are the seals of the commander-in-chief and the kings of the various member states. ”

Duke's move caught both the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council off guard. No one expected that Duke's influence in the league would be so huge, and he would win the unanimous support of the commander-in-chief and the eight kings in one night.

You must know that at this moment, the eight kings are fighting bloody battles with the tribes on all fronts. What a trust it is to ask so many cunning kings to agree to relinquish power in such a short period of time. How high is Duke's prestige?

All the elves gasped.

At this time, a herald suddenly rushed in: "Oh no, the tribe has broken through our regional magic defenses, and it will attack the city at any time!?"

Duke raised his hand, and suddenly a flag flew out of his storage space and flew into Aurelia's hand.

"Bring my banner and plant it at the head of the city, and the big chief of the tribe will naturally roll today!"

The elves' faces changed color again.

One flag to retreat a thousand troops?

What are you kidding!? (To be continued.) )