Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 322: Departure

If someone else dared to do such a thing in front of a group of high-ranking elves, if he was not burned to death on the spot with magic fire, it would already be said that the high elves are a superior race and a country of etiquette.

Upon hearing this at first, all the elves' reaction was one of absurdity.

Translated into humans' thinking, it means that Duke is showing off, not just ordinary showing off, but the kind of showing off that's so serious that he's dying.

Can a battle flag force back a tribal army of 100,000?

You're pretending to be so arrogant, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?

Several congressmen had mocking words on their lips, but each of them swallowed the words back.

Why?

A person's name.

The shadow of the tree.

Even though every congressman disliked Duke, no one dared to deny Duke's record.

There are many elves living in the human world, and the impact of the war has already spread to every country and every city-state on the continent of Lordaeron. There are piles of orc heads on display outside more than one town.

Duke's record is solid.

What if... Duke's reputation is really so terrifying that he can scare away the orcs with just a battle flag?

The elf councillors had no choice but to swallow their words and wait for the development of the situation. freёweɓnovel.com

Duke looked at Alleria.

Alleria also stared at Duke.

This beautiful and intelligent elven ranger general certainly knew what Duke wanted.

Duke used his wisdom to foresee a shameless and despicable power struggle. He also foresaw that this power struggle, which cost the lives of the high elves, was destined to break Alleria's heart. However, he still tried his best to accompany her and waited for the one-in-a-million chance of wisdom from the elves' high-ranking officials.

She didn't wait for that elven hope.

She had made Duke do so much and it was time for her to give Duke an answer. Was she willing to exchange her as a servant for Duke's last help to the high elves?

He closed his eyes gently and pondered for two seconds. When Alleria's beautiful eyes appeared in front of everyone again, they were no longer confused, but extremely determined.

The clear and melodious voice of Alleria Windrunner rang out in the hall.

"According to the request of Lord Edmund Duke, I will unfold this flag and hold it high. Then I will ride my chocobo across most of Silvermoon City and reach the top of the outer wall. I will plant this flag on the top of the city wall and see the Horde's reaction. Who is in favor and who is against?"

The gentle voice was full of determination. In fact, it was also Alleria's final tearful accusation against the parasites of the country and the waste in high positions after she was extremely angry.

right!

If anyone among you still has some backbone, please stand up and solve the elves' crisis using the elves' methods!

If you are all useless bastards, don't blame me for hiring outsiders!!

Who is in favor? Who is against?

This was said lightly, but no one dared to speak out.

Everyone knows that once Duke succeeds, he will become an immortal legend in the history of Azeroth, and it will also be a huge blow to the reputation of the royal family and parliament of Quel'Thalas.

But in this critical moment when the army is approaching the city, saying the wrong thing can mean the end of a political career or even life. Almost every time the parliamentarians in this hall would speak eloquently, they were all silent.

After Alleria finished speaking, she waited for ten seconds. She scanned the faces of all the councillors and the Sunstrider father and son from left to right and from top to bottom. When she found that no one dared to look her in the eye.

Alleria showed a sad and resolute smile on her face.

"So no one objects? Then I'm leaving."

I'm leaving...

This not only meant that she stepped out of the hall and ran to the top of the city, it also meant that she, the ranger general and high elf hero who was loyal to Quel'Thalas and had served him for thousands of years, left her once beloved people and her country forever with disappointment and heartache.

Prince Kael'thas was deeply hurt by this scene. He almost instinctively raised his right hand, as if trying to keep Alleria, but he still put his hand down dejectedly.

After seeing the prince's actions, Alleria opened her mouth slightly and seemed to want to say something, but in the end she said nothing and turned and walked away.

"Tsk!" Not only Alleria, but also Sylvanas, who was also a ranger-general, turned around and left with her sister. However, she left the councilors with a more rebellious back of her head.

Time in the hall seemed to have stopped.

No one spoke, because everyone was waiting for the result.

In the end, this will give birth to a shocking myth.

It will still create a joke that will be laughed at for thousands of years.

Everyone in high position is watching.

Alleria strode out of the hall, and her third and fourth sisters immediately came to meet her.

"Let's go! Some boastful fellow claims that a flag can scare off Orgrim. Let's go and see for ourselves!"

Without hesitation, the four Windrunner sisters all flew onto their mounts, and under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they unfurled Duke's huge blue storm emblem flag.

Compared with the entire Silvermoon City, which has a red and gold background, this refreshing blue is so out of place and so abrupt and eye-catching.

Moreover, what does it mean for the elves' ranger generals to hold high the banner of human nobles?

The moment the flag fluttered in the wind, Alleria truly became the center of attention.

Suspicion! Panic! Anxiety! Questioning! Complaint! Angry!

Almost all the emotions were concentrated on Alleria's face.

Her arms were firm and strong, as if she had drawn the bow millions of times.

Her body was as strong as a pine tree, and she was not afraid of rumors or hostility.

However, two tears were left on her beautiful face.

"Yes! These are the last two tears I, Alleria Windrunner, shed for the country I love."

Cross the long street.

Cross the square.

Ignoring the confused people and the guards who tried to ask her to stop, Alleria finally arrived at the main gate of Silvermoon City.

In her view, the mixed coalition of tens of thousands of tribes and trolls had already prepared for the siege.

More than a thousand huge and crude catapults were lined up in a row.

The orc laborers panted heavily, carrying heavy sandbags on their backs, ready to fill all obstacles on the siege road... with sandbags or with their bodies.

The fully armed orc warriors roared restlessly.

The more cruel trolls continued to slaughter the elven captives before the battle, conducting the last blood sacrifice before the war.

However, when Alleria rushed up and stood on the top of the city wall, a huge gust of wind suddenly blew up behind her, and the hurricane condensed into a huge bow, shooting out Duke's storm flag, and half of the battlefield below fell silent.

Five hundred meters away, the azure storm flag planted in the ground fluttered in the wind.

Every orc who saw the flag was in an uproar.

There was no longer that ferocious aura, but instead an indescribable...panic!