Chapter 388 The Uncrowned King (5200 Monthly Pass)

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 promote Duke's glorious achievements, every elf with a little brain knew that the high elves had failed again and had to ask humans for help.

Rather than saying that this is a grand welcome ceremony for heroes, it is better to say that this is a time when hundreds of thousands of elves had to be present to witness the sublime, great, and supposedly supreme high elf race being nailed to the pillar of shame again.

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

There is only the last fig leaf left for the Sun King and the Silver Moon Council.

They had to urgently need this fig leaf.

The 70,000 army was destroyed, and 90% of the country fell. Even the optimistic elves dare not expect that the high elves alone can survive this crisis.

A panicked nation needs confidence.

Desperate and distressed soldiers need hope.

And these are things that the Sun King and the Silver Moon Council cannot give to the citizens and soldiers.

Duke - the most powerful orc killer in the history of Azeroth, the culprit who killed half a million orcs in battle. His appearance undoubtedly injected a boost to the Quel'Thalas elves wandering on the edge of hell.

Therefore, the arrival of Duke undoubtedly made the elves extremely entangled.

Happiness, shame, uneasiness, heartwarming...all kinds of thoughts.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the vast Far Traveler Square has been surrounded by elves and civilians. When neither the king nor the council can bring you a sense of security, looking for a new straw becomes part of your survival instinct.

If at this moment, something happened to Duke and he couldn't come, or the portal was disturbed, so that the promised reinforcements couldn't come, it would undoubtedly plunge the elf citizens into deeper despair and fear.

Fortunately, Duke did not let the pigeons go.

At exactly ten o'clock, right in the center of the square, a huge circular portal with a height of five floors opened. Under the shimmering radiance of arcane energy, ten morning-star elf mages in uniform quickly assisted the opposite side to stabilize the portal.

Under the gaze of 100,000 pairs of eyes, the green mountains and green waters that are rarely seen in Silver Moon City appeared on the opposite side of the portal, and then there was the orderly and rhythmic sound of horseshoes.

The huge and pure white war horse stepped out of the portal with very rhythmic steps, as if performing dressage.

The 12 human knights in bright armor first caught the eyes of the elf citizens.

It is clear that there is a silver-backed blue-edged knight armor in the Kingdom of Stormwind, but unexpectedly, the flags they hold are messy and varied.

At first, some unreasonable citizens sneered in low voices.

Just two seconds later, they let out a heartfelt exclamation.

Because those battle flags were the battle flags of the tribe, and one of the battle flags had the same symbol as the battle flag besieging Silvermoon City at this moment—it was the battle flag of the Blackstone Clan.

There are not only battle flags, but also a dozen huge and ferocious orc heads frozen with ice magic. Banners inserted into the ice and written in Elvish language declared the identities of these heads. Each of these heads is actually the head of a tribal chief, and the most eye-catching ones are the big characters of "the head of the black hand of the great chief of the ancestors of the ancestors".

right! That's right!

These alliance knights are showing the elves the achievements of the alliance and the great achievements of Duke in the attitude of victors!

After the twelve knights, came the twelve earth mages. As soon as they appeared, they stood neatly on both sides, bowed their bodies at forty-five degrees, and waited for the arrival of the most important one.

finally……

There was a loud bang in the sky, and Duke made his debut.

Accompanied by the deafening thunder, Duke who appeared inside the portal was suddenly surrounded by a tornado storm composed of five elements.

A winding and twisting chain of thunder.

The violently whirling wind shield.

The extremely hot flame snake.

A shroud of freezing ice.

The mysterious and unparalleled arcane light.

Five completely different powers can be blended together in an incomparable harmony, turning into twelve non-stop rotating elemental energy balls, floating above Duke's head.

With Duke's move, he directly compared Prince Kael'thas, who had been floating three series of arcane energy balls above his head for a long time. In fact, not only Kael'thas, but also the face of the representative speaker Morens, who had been waiting for a long time, also had embarrassment written in capital letters.

Duke's people were invited by the Silver Moon Council, begging grandpa and grandma. Even if they clearly want to slap you in the face, the Silver Moon Council can only knock out your teeth and swallow your blood.

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

"Welcome, Mr. Duke."

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

"I am the Speaker of the Morrows, and I welcome you on behalf of the Silvermoon Council, Your Excellency the Grand Duke Marcus."

Three people, three names, but it doesn't seem awkward at all on this occasion.

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

Then Prince Kael'thas on the left and Speaker Morens on the right, the most noble of the two elves, led Duke to step on the red carpet and walk towards the hall where the Silvermoon Council was located.

The horn of welcome sounded, and thunderous applause sounded, accompanied by cheers that rolled straight into 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! Heroes of humanity!"

"Long live Duke the Orc Slayer—"

"Quel'Thalas is counting on you! Your Excellency Marcus!"

No matter how much the welcome is sincere, at least at this moment, Duke got the treatment he deserved.

The arrogance of the high elves who had lingered in Silvermoon City for thousands of years seemed to be transformed into the red carpet for welcoming guests, and was trampled underfoot by Duke.

Duke's mouth curled into a confident and somewhat sinister smile.

"Silver Moon City, here I come! As the savior! If you are really willing to let go of your dignity, then I don't mind giving you some advice! If you are brainless all the way to the end, then don't blame me for letting you die."

All kinds of history about 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 is a history of wars between the Alliance and the Horde. There may be brief periods of peace, but most of the time is at war. Only when a bigger and stronger enemy strikes, and when they are unable to fight against foreign enemies alone, will the deadly enemies quickly resolve their conflicts and turn to unity.

Historically, Orgrim's troops only took a turn in Eversong Forest, set up a storm altar, and left contentedly, leaving the bitter trolls to deal with the elves alone.

Now, history has changed drastically.

There is no doubt that Duke is the one who now rules the fate of the high elves.

Duke, who was walking on the red carpet, obviously didn't have any noble crown on his head. However, in the eyes of the elves, Duke was an out-and-out...the uncrowned king!