Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 321: King

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

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

Rather than saying this was a grand welcome ceremony for the heroes, it was more accurate to say that this was an occasion where 100,000 elves had to witness on the scene that the noble, great, and supposedly supreme High Elf race was once again nailed to the pillar of shame.

The only difference is that this is not an extremely humiliating surrender ceremony, but a welcoming ceremony in the name of an ally after all.

The Sun King and the Silver Moon Council only have one last fig leaf left.

They were in urgent need of this fig leaf.

An army of 70,000 was annihilated, and 90% of the country was lost. Even the most optimistic elves did not dare to expect that the high elves could survive this crisis on their own.

A panicked nation needs confidence.

Desperate and distressed soldiers need hope.

And these are what the Sun King and the Silver Moon Council cannot give to the people and soldiers.

Duke, the most powerful orc killer in the history of Azeroth, was the culprit for the death of 500,000 orcs. His appearance undoubtedly injected a dose of strength into the Quel'Thalas elves who were wandering on the edge of hell.

Therefore, Duke's arrival undoubtedly made the elves extremely conflicted.

Happy, ashamed, uneasy, warm...all kinds of thoughts.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the vast Far Traveler Square was already surrounded by elven civilians. When neither the king nor the parliament could give them a sense of security, finding a new lifeline became part of their survival instinct.

If something happened to Duke and he couldn't come at this moment, or if the portal was disturbed and the promised reinforcements could not arrive, the elven citizens would undoubtedly fall into deeper despair and fear.

Fortunately, Duke did not back down.

At ten o'clock, right in the center of the square, a huge circular portal as high as five stories opened. Under the shimmering arcane energy, ten Morningstar Elf Mages in uniform quickly assisted the other side to stabilize the portal.

Under the gaze of a hundred thousand pairs of eyes, green mountains and clear waters, which were rarely seen in Silvermoon City at the moment, appeared on the other side of the portal, followed by the neat and rhythmic sound of horse hooves.

A huge, pure white warhorse stepped out of the portal with rhythmic steps, as if performing a dressage dance.

The first thing that came into view of the elven citizens was a group of 12 human knights in shining helmets and armor.

They were all wearing the Stormwind's silver-based blue-edged knight armor, but surprisingly, the flags they held were a mess and varied.

At first, some citizens who didn't understand what was going on murmured with laughter.

In just two seconds, they let out a heartfelt exclamation.

Because those battle flags were the battle flags of the Horde, and one of them had the same symbol as the battle flag used to besiege Silvermoon City - that was the battle flag of the Blackrock Clan.

Not only were there battle flags, but there were also a dozen or so huge, ferocious orc heads frozen with ice magic. Banners written in Elven stuck on the ice announced the identities of these heads. Each of these heads was actually the head of a tribal chieftain, and the most eye-catching were the large characters that read "Head of the previous tribal chieftain Blackhand".

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After the twelve knights, there were twelve Adept Mages. As soon as they appeared, they stood in a neat row on both sides, bowing at a 45-degree angle, waiting for the arrival of the most crucial person.

finally...

There was a loud bang in the sky, and Duke made a brilliant appearance.

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

The winding and twisting chain of thunder.

A violently swirling shield of wind.

An extremely hot snake of flames.

A bone-chilling shroud of ice.

Mysterious and unparalleled arcane light.

Five completely different forces were able to blend together in incredible harmony, transforming into twelve constantly rotating elemental energy balls floating above Duke's head.

Duke's move directly defeated Prince Kael'thas, who had three arcane energy balls floating above his head for a long time. In fact, not only Kael'thas, but also the deputy speaker Morens who had been waiting beside him had a big look of embarrassment on his face.

Duke's people were invited by the Silver Moon Council after much begging. Even if it is obvious that they are slapping you in the face, the Silver Moon Council can only swallow its anger.

Morens pretended not to see anything, put on a warm face and followed Ilucia to greet him.

"Welcome, Dukeke."

"Duke, you're here. My father has been waiting for you."

"I am Acting Speaker Morens. On behalf of the Silver Moon Council, I welcome you, His Excellency Grand Edmund Duke."

Three people, three different names, but it doesn't seem out of place at all in this occasion.

Duke nodded gently to Ilucia, and the eldest daughter of the Barov family stood obediently behind Duke.

Then Prince Kael'thas on the left and Speaker Morens on the right, two extremely noble elves, led Duke onto the red carpet and walked towards the hall where the Silvermoon Council was located.

The welcoming horn sounded, followed by thunderous applause and cheers that rolled up to the sky. Countless petals were scattered onto the red carpet by beautiful elf girls from the terraces of high-rise buildings on both sides of the road.

"Welcome! Hero of mankind!"

"Long live Duke the Orc Slayer—"

"Quel'Thalas is counting on you! Sir Edmund!"

No matter how much of a genuine welcome it was, at least at this moment, Duke got the treatment he deserved.

The arrogance of the high elves who had been lingering in Silvermoon City for thousands of years seemed to have turned into the red carpet used to welcome guests, and was trampled heavily under Duke's feet.

A confident and slightly evil smile appeared at the corner of Duke's mouth.

"Silvermoon City, here I come! As the savior! If you are willing to humble yourself, I don't mind giving you some advice! If you are stubborn and stupid all the way, don't blame me for letting you die."

Various things about the history of the world of Azeroth came to Duke's mind.

It can be said that since the first opening of the Dark Portal, the history of the entire world has been a history of war between the Alliance and the Horde. There may be brief periods of peace, but most of the time they are in a state of war. Only when a bigger and stronger enemy comes, and they cannot fight against the enemy alone, will the mortal enemies quickly resolve their conflicts and move towards unity.

Historically, Orgrim's troops merely wandered around Eversong Woods, built a Storm Altar, and then left contentedly, leaving the poor trolls to deal with the elves alone.

Now, history has changed drastically.

There is no doubt that the person who now dominates the fate of the high elves is Duke.

Duke, walking on the red carpet, clearly did not have any noble crown on his head. However, in the eyes of the elves, Duke was an absolute...uncrowned king!