Stormwind God

Sun King Anastrian's heart was bleeding.

The heart of Prince Kael'thas was bleeding.

The members of the Silvermoon Parliament, who usually dominated the day, lowered their heads.

Not only that, in the splendid hall, almost every elf lowered his proud head.

The combined forces of the orcs and trolls have killed under the great Silvermoon City.

The proud defense system was broken again by a warlock named Gul'dan.

Looking into the distance, the Sun King's crow's eyes had already shed tears.

I still remember that the founding father, Das Reima, organized the upper elves to contain the trolls in a scattered way, and continued to move north. After experiencing countless hardships, I found a piece of paradise in the dense forest, a place that can maintain the blood of the upper elves.

It is surrounded by mountains and sea, easy to defend and difficult to attack, the land is abundant, and the spring is bright.

Das 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 it Quel'Thalas here. He named the new city Silvermoon City, and personally drafted the architectural blueprint of Silvermoon City, retaining the luxurious and beautiful architectural style of the upper elves.

In order to be distinguished from the compatriots who remained in Kalimdor, and to always remember their noble identity, Dasreima changed the name of the upper elven group to Quel'Thalas, which means the higher elves of Quel'dor, which means 'We are no longer an aristocracy of lower races, but we have higher intelligences and have since separated from the Kaldorei lineage inherited by their ancestors'.

When Silvermoon City was not completely completed, the high elves who had received new life could not wait to embrace Dasrema as king. Yes, they need a kingship, a strong man who can control the whole situation. Das Reima is undoubtedly the most suitable choice. He was brave, decisive, ambitious, tolerant but cunning, agile, cold 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, Dasrema * Sunstrider!

This is the origin of the Sunstrider King!

In the troll wars that lasted thousands of years, the high elves almost destroyed the race. Anastrian, the then-successor of the royal family at the time, personally clapped for help from human beings. For 2800 years, the Silvermoon Council has been attacking the king and striving for more power on the grounds that the king has given too much to humanity.

At this moment, the Sun King sitting on the highest throne, without a word, sharp eyes swept over the members of the Silver Moon.

Every senator was numb.

The King of the Sun turned around slightly, and the robe of red gold with gold edge swallowed the darkness as if it were a rising sun, and moved on the throne platform. The pale but still powerful hand clasped the gold scepter of the Phoenix. The scepter still reflected the splendor of the palace, blooming with the golden luster of the sun.

All the expressions of anger and sorrow were lost on the pale face, indifferent, indifferent, and calm.

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

"Members of the Silvermoon Council, when I asked you for help as a king, you only brought my son into the army to fight the brutal orcs. You held the best of your imagination. If you exchange my failure for your success, after all, it is the victory of the high elves. But now, how do you return my concessions to you? "

The Sun King imitated the voice of the former Speaker of the Silver Moon.

"I have Admiral Panfinis!"

The next moment, the King of the Sun replaced the horror cry.

"Your Majesty, it's not good. Pamphyris was chopped by orc chief Rucker ..."

The sound switches again and again.

"I have Austrian Master Rusfang."

"Your Majesty, it's not good. Master Rusfang was killed by the opponent's two-headed ogre Gujar."

Each time the Sun King switched sounds, it was like a huge slap, fanning the faces of these Silver Moon members. Every Member's face was hot and could not help lowering his head.

Finally, one member could not help but said, "Your Majesty, in fact, we can ask humans for help ..."

"I'm going to your Silvermoon Council! I was scolded for 2,800 years because of my request for help. This time, if you don't go, then the blood of the Sunstrider King's family will be cut off in Silvermoon. . "

"Your Majesty !?" Almost every High Elf and Noble exclaimed in the hall.

This is a broken pot and a king, it's going to die!

You know, there are less than 30,000 soldiers left in Silvermoon City. Although it is possible to organize people with combat capabilities to defend, but rushing to battle is no different from killing chickens and obtaining eggs. It seems that Silvermoon City can't rely on the elves alone.

Silvermoon City was breached, and no one had good fruit to eat. Kalimdor is bound to return. On this continent full of smoke and war, it is no longer possible to have a foothold of high elves.

Cold sweat soaked the spine of all members.

"No! Your Majesty, please be careful!" Shouted the members.

The Sun King seemed to have lost his hearing, so he sat on the throne like an ice sculpture without saying a word. Just watching the noise below quietly. Kael'thas wanted to say something, and after a trembling trembling, he stopped moving.

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

One was left out by all the elves because of ‘private affiliation’, one was ‘not aware of the high-level invasion early in the morning and was not resolutely drawn to the attention of high-levels’, and one was still standing high in the hall with the head Aurelia * Windrunner.

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

Correct! It was at this time of despair that they remembered this heroine who had been bold and outspoken by mainstream power.

Sylvanas, who stood quietly next to Aurelia, looked up abruptly, and said in a word of the wind that outsiders could not hear: "Sister! You must not be soft to these bastards! Without cutting these carrion, Quel'Thala Sooner or later, he will perish. "

The eyes of a former member of the parliament 'pushed out' and walked in front of Aurelia, saying with a nearly flattering tone: "Ms. Aurelia, regarding the siege of Silvermoon, the parliament wants to know your opinion."

Excited! Angry! Hate why the high elves keep so many maggots! Roared why the high level refused to listen to any relevant opinion.

But when the top executive really condescended to ‘listen’ to her opinions, Alleria felt a while ... indifferent!

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

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