The heart of the Sun King Anastrian is dripping blood.

Prince Kelthas's heart is bleeding.

The members of the Silver Moon Parliament who were usually tall and raised their heads, all lowered their heads.

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

The coalition of orcs and trolls has reached the great city of Silver Moon.

The proud magic defense system was once again broken by a warlock named Gul'dan on the other side.

Looking into the distance, tears flowed from the corners of the Sun King's eyes, which had crow's feet.

I still remember that the founding king Dasrema organized the upper elves to restrain the trolls in a scattered manner, while continuing to move north. After experiencing countless hardships, I found a paradise in the dense forest, which was a place that could maintain the bloodline of the upper elves.

It is surrounded by mountains and seas, easy to defend but difficult to attack, the earth is plump and the spring is bright.

Dasrema sprinkled the bottle of eternal water into a small lake here and created another well of eternal well today. He named it Quelthalas. He named the new city Silver Moon City and personally drafted the architectural blueprint of Silver Moon City, retaining the luxury and aesthetic architectural style of the upper elf.

In order to distinguish it from the compatriots who remained in Karimdo and to always remember their noble identities, Dasrema changed the name of the upper elves group that moved to Quelthalas to Queldore High Elves, meaning that "we are not nobles of the lower races, but have higher wisdom, and have since broken away from the Kadore clan system used by their ancestors for generations."

Before Silver Moon City was completely completed, the high elves who had obtained new life could not wait to support Dasrema as king. Yes, they needed a kingship and a strong man who could control the overall situation. Dasrema was undoubtedly the most suitable choice. He was brave, decisive, ambitious, tolerant but cunning, agile, cold and proud. The qualities that a king should possess could be found in him without exception, and more valuable qualities could be found.

He is the first king of Quel'thalas, the Sun Chaser of Das Rema!

This is the origin of the Sun Chaser Wang Family!

During the troll war that lasted thousands of years ago, the high elves almost exterminated the clan. The royal successor Anasterian made a personal decision to ask for help from mankind. For 2,800 years, the Silver Moon Council has been attacking the king on the grounds that the king made too much concessions to mankind and seeking more power.

At this moment, the Sun King, who was sitting upright on the Supreme Throne, said nothing, and his sharp eyes swept across the Silver Moon Councilors.

It made every member of the parliament’s scalp numb.

The Sun King turned around slightly, and the robe with red bottom and gold edges was like the newborn rising sun swallowing the darkness, moving on the throne platform, holding the golden phoenix scepter in his pale but still powerful hands. The scepter still reflected the glory in the palace, blooming with a golden luster like the sun.

The pale face lost all the expressions of joy, anger, sorrow and happiness, cold, calm, calm

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

"Mr. of the Silver Moon Council, when I ask you for help as a king, you only bring my son with incomparable troops to fight against the brutal orcs. You hold the best elite you imagine in your hands. If you exchange your failure for your success, it will be the victory of the high elves after all. But now, how do you repay my concessions to you?"

The Sun King said in the voice of former Speaker Silver Moon.

"I have General Panfinis!"

The next moment, the Sun King changed to the terrified scream of the messenger.

"Your Majesty, no. Panfiris was beheaded by the orc chief Lukel..."

The sound switches repeatedly again.

"I have Rusfang, the master of Aufa."

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

Every time the Sun King switched his voice, it was like a huge slap, slapped the faces of the remaining members of the Silver Moon. Each member's face was hot and he couldn't help but lower his head.

Finally, a member of the parliament could not help but say, "Your Majesty, we can actually ask for help from humans..."

"I want to go to your Yinyue Council! I have been scolded by you for help back then for two thousand and eight hundred years. This time, if you don't go, then the bloodline of the Sun-Survivor Wang family will be cut off in Yinyue City."

"Your Majesty!" Almost every high elf nobleman in the hall exclaimed.

The king is giving up and running to the end!

You know, there are only less than 30,000 soldiers left in Yinyue City. Although people with combat effectiveness can be organized to defend, haste to fight is no different from killing chickens and getting eggs. It seems that Yinyue City cannot be defended by elves alone.

Silver Moon City was captured, and no one could eat good fruits. The Kalimdo continent must not be able to go back. There is no longer a place for high elves to gain foothold on this continent full of gunpowder war.

Cold sweat soaked the backs of all the MPs.

"No! Your Majesty, please be careful in your words and thought!" the congressmen shouted.

The Sun King seemed to have lost his hearing, and sat upright on the throne like an ice sculpture, without saying a word. He just looked at the noise below quietly. Kelthas wanted to say something, but in the end his body trembled violently and stopped moving.

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

One was neglected by all the elves because of "an affair" with foreign tribes, and the other was neglected by all the elves because of "earning the invasion of the tribe early in the morning and not resolutely attracting the attention of the senior officials." The other was still standing in the hall with his head high to this day.

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

Yes! It was at this time of despair that they remembered this heroine who had been bold and frankly speaking but was rejected by mainstream power.

Sylvanas, who was standing quietly beside Aurelia, suddenly raised his head and said in the wind words that outsiders could not listen to: "Sister! You must not be soft-hearted to these bastards! If you don't cut off these rotten meat, Quel'thalas will perish sooner or later."

A former high-ranking colleague of the parliamentarian 'pushed' his eyes, walked to Aurelia, and said in an almost flattering tone: "Ms. Aurelia, the Council wants to know your opinion about Silver Moon City being surrounded."

I've been excited! I've been angry! I've been resentful. Why do high elves raise so many borers? I've been roaring. Why do senior officials refuse to listen to any pertinent opinions?

But when the senior management really condescended to "listen" to her opinion, Aurelia felt a little indifferent!

That's right, it's a kind of indifference that is more sorrow than death in the heart.

"I have no objection." Aurelia replied lightly. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!