Stormwind God

Unfortunately, their prince was directly beaten into a dog by the tribe in the first battle.

Although the royal family and the Silvermoon Council spared no effort to publicize Duke's glorious achievements, every elven little elves knew that the high elves had failed again and had to ask humans for help.

Rather than saying that this is a grand welcoming ceremony to welcome heroes, it is better to say that this is a time when 100,000 elves have to witness on the scene the noble and great high elven races nailed to the pillar of shame again.

The only difference is that this is not a humiliating ritual of surrender, but rather a welcome ceremony in the name of an ally.

The Sun King and the Silvermoon Council have only the last piece of veil left.

They had to desperately need the cover cloth.

The 70,000 army was destroyed, 90% of the country was occupied, and even the optimistic elves did not dare to rely on the high elves alone to survive this crisis.

Panicked citizens need confidence.

Desperate and needy soldiers need hope.

These are things that the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council cannot give to citizens and soldiers.

Duke Azeroth's most powerful orc killer in history, the culprit for the death of half a million orcs. His presence undoubtedly injected a boost to the Quel'Thalas elves who were lingering on the edge of hell.

Therefore, Duke's presence undoubtedly made the elves tangled.

Joy, shame, restlessness, heart warming ... all kinds of thoughts.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the vast voyager's square was surrounded by elven civilians. When neither your king nor the parliament can bring you a sense of security, finding a new life-saving straw becomes part of your survival instinct.

If at this moment, what happens to Duke can't come, or the portal is disturbed, so that good reinforcements can't come, it will undoubtedly plague the elven citizens into deeper despair and fear.

Fortunately, Duke did not release the pigeons.

At ten o'clock on time, right in the middle of the square, a huge circular portal with a height of five floors opened. Shining by the sparkling arcane energy, ten morning star-level wizards in uniforms quickly helped the opposite side to stabilize the portal.

Under the gaze of 100,000 pairs of eyes, there were green mountains and rivers rare in Silvermoon City at the moment across the portal, and then there was a neat and rhythmic horseshoe sound.

The huge and pure white war horse, like performing a costume dance step, took a very rhythmic step and stepped out of the portal.

First reflected in the vision of the elven citizens are 12 human knights with bright helmets and bright armors.

Obviously, the Silver Storm Blue Knight Armor of the Kingdom of Water Storm was unexpected, but the flags they were holding were messy and varied.

At first, unreasonable citizens murmured.

After just two seconds, they exclaimed from their hearts.

Because those battle flags are the war flags of the Horde, one of them has the same symbol as the battle flag that besieged the Silvermoon City at the moment. That is the battle flag of the Blackrock clan.

Not only the battle flags, but also the heads of dozens of giant orcs frozen in the magic of ice. Banners written in elf language on the ice cubes proclaimed these first-level identities. Each of these first levels is actually the first level of the tribal chief, the most striking of which is the characters of the first level of the black tribe of the first tribal chiefs.

Correct! That's right!

These alliance knights are showing the alliance's record to the elves as winners, showing the great achievements of Duke!

After the twelve knights, there were twelve earth mages. As soon as they appeared, they stood neatly on both sides, bowing forty-five degrees, waiting for the most crucial one to come.

at last……

With a loud noise in the sky, Duke made his debut.

With the deafening thunder, Duke appeared in the portal, and was surrounded by a tornado storm composed of five elements.

The twisting Thunder Chain.

A fiercely swirling gale shield.

Blazing snakes.

The icy shroud of ice.

Mysterious Arcane Light.

Five distinct powers can be combined together in an extremely harmonious way, turning into twelve orbiting elemental energy balls, floating above Duke's head.

In Duke's hand, Prince Kael'thas, who has been flying three series arcane energy **** overhead for a long time, directly compared. In fact, not only Kael'thas, the long-awaited Speaker of Parliament, Morence, also wrote the embarrassment on the face.

Duke's people were invited by the grandpa of Yinyue Council kneeling, even if they were beating your face, the Yinyue Council could only kill their teeth and swallow them.

Morence pretended that he could see nothing, and gathered a passionate face to follow Iluchia.

"Welcome to you, Teacher Duke."

"Duke, you are here. My father is already waiting for you."

"I am the representative of Morris and I welcome you on behalf of the Silvermoon Council, His Excellency The Duke of Marcus."

Three people, three titles, on this occasion are not obscure at all.

Duke nodded softly to Ilucia, and the eldest daughter of the Barov family stood nicely behind Duke's side.

Then Prince Kael'thas on the left, Speaker Morence on the right, the extremely distinguished existence of the two elves, so led Duke to the red carpet and to the hall where the Silvermoon Council was located.

The welcome horn sounded, like thunderous applause, accompanied by the cheering of the sky. Countless petals were scattered on the red carpet from the high-rise terraces on both sides of the road by the beautiful elf girls.

"Welcome you! Human hero!"

"Long live the orc killer Duke"

"Quel'Thalas counts on you! His Excellency Marcus!"

No matter how many of them are a genuine welcome, at least at this moment, Duke gets the treatment he deserves.

The high elves lingered in Silver Moon City for thousands of years of arrogance, they all seemed to turn into the red carpet for the guests, and were stepped on by Duke.

The corner of Duke's mouth meandered with a smile of self-confidence.

"Silvermoon City, I'm here! As a savior! If you are willing to let go of your body, then I don't mind giving you pointers! If your brains are all the way to the end, don't blame me for letting you die."

All of Azeroth's world history came to mind in Duke.

It can be said that since the Dark Door was first opened, the history of the entire world is a history of war between alliances and tribes. There may be a brief peace, but most of the time it is at war. Only when larger and stronger enemies strike, and under the circumstances that alone cannot fight against foreign enemies, this pair of deadly enemies will quickly resolve the contradictions and move towards unity.

In history, Orgrim's troops only made a lap in the Eversong Forest, set up a storm altar, and left contentedly, leaving the trolls alone to deal with the elves alone.

Now, history has changed dramatically.

There is no doubt that it is Duke who now dominates the fate of the High Elves.

Duke walking on the red carpet clearly did not have any noble crown above his head. However, in the eyes of the elves, Duke was an out-of-the-box king ... (To be continued.)