Uncrowned King.

It sounds nice, and most people will think that if you don’t become a king for a day, you will be useless.

In fact, this 'most people' are wrong.

No one knows better than Duke, a time traveler, that if the king is not supported by strength, it will be something even more empty than the empty title.

If the orcs and trolls of the First and Second World Wars are barely included in the category of mortals.

So from the third Dark Gate War, what is the death and resurrection, the Scourge Legion composed of the undead as the core, what dragons, what elemental lords, what ancient gods... When this big mortal will come out when they see something that will urinate, everyone will know that countries without strong strength support are all children playing houses.

Only strength!

Only then can Duke stand at the top of the world's nations.

Now, Duke is standing here, his invisible power easily swept across the entire Traveler Square like a storm. Tens of thousands of elves consciously lined up in long rows, and whether they wanted to or not, they had to worship Duke and pray for Duke's redemption.

It seems that a silent image is overlapping with history, just like the replay of the scene 2,800 years ago accompanied by the elf hero Anastrian Sun Catcher entering the city, the greatest emperor in human history, Emperor Soladin.

Now, Anastrien has been replaced by Kelthas, the Knight Emperor in the heroic saddle has been replaced by the mage hero, and the dominance has been replaced.

No longer an elves, but a human.

This scene made countless elves tangled and sad.

Duke walked on the red carpet and looked around with his eyes as he walked. He had to admit that the main city of the high elves was indeed very beautiful, with beautiful carvings and buildings everywhere. Even if he was casually dismantled a piece of building fragment on the roadside and took it back for auction for the Human World, it could be sold at a sky-high price.

You know, this is not the newly built Yinyue City in later generations that was witnessed by players. It has been knelt once and built next to the ruins of the original site. This is the original Yinyue City, which is completely overwhelming from the artistic value of the new city.

Although the New Silver Moon City is also very beautiful, compared with this beautiful ancient city with thousands of years of history, the New Silver Moon City is more like a clumsy imitation.

At this time, Prince Kelthas beside Duke whispered: "Silver Moon City is very beautiful. She is the pride and greatest spiritual sustenance of our high elves. If possible, we will never want her to be affected by the war."

Duke noticed that the prince used "her" to describe Silver Moon City. Just as humans like to use women's names to describe warships. This kind of emotion that is sent to things is really elves.

Duke replied: "I came for this."

Kelthas nodded and said nothing more. The moment the negotiations were not signed, there was still a possibility of something happening. The prince thought silently: Just don't offer too much.

The sound of drums and trumpets disappeared as the half-hour welcome ceremony ended. However, even though Duke's young and mysterious back had disappeared at the door of the Council Hall, no elves had dispersed.

They seemed to be waiting for the final judgment, waiting for the outcome of the negotiation.

Everyone knows that because of the elves' previous arrogance, the Kazmodan Kingdom, which had already angered the seven kingdoms of humans and the bronze bearded dwarf. When humans repeatedly asked for help, the Silver Moon Council rudely ignored humans. Now it is the high elves themselves that they are facing the demise of their country. Is humans still willing to lend a helping hand?

No elves know...

In the dazzling and brilliant hall, 1,024 magic lamps arranged in all directions of the hall illuminate the hall like daytime. When people walk in it, they can hardly see a trace of shadow, making people feel a sense of majestic and vastness as if they are walking in the temple of the Sun God.

The Sun King Anasterian Sun Chaser, who was sitting upright on the throne on the nine-stage stairs, finally stood up. He opened his arms and felt the old majestic voice echoed in this huge hall of over 10,000 square meters.

"Welcome to you the Grand Duke of Stormwind, Orc Killer, Human Hero, and the Great Alternative Guardian, Lord Duke Marcus!"

For a king, it is undoubtedly a very big concession to shout Duke's most awesome name. You should know that this kind of singing a name like a high hat is called by a ritual official and by a king, which has completely different meanings.

Duke was not too irritating the elf. He bowed slightly, his head and back in a straight line, without bowing his head, purely expressing his respect for his elders.

"Thank you, the Great Master Xiri, the Terminator of Troll War, and the Great Elves Ruler of the Sun King Anastrian* His Majesty the Sun Chaser."

Duke's words finally calmed down the faces of the elf seniors who were originally smiling dryly.

"His Excellency Marcus, are I talking to the Grand Duke of Stormwind? Or is I talking to the Deputy Commander of the Lordaeron Alliance?" The Sun King's words had a political meaning.

In order to avoid stimulating Quel'thalas, Duke had to approach the border of the elves in the name of the Grand Duke and his private soldiers.

If the elf seniors turn a blind eye and let Duke enter, and directly ask Duke to lead his army to stab him in the back during the first or second battle with the elves and tribes, then most of the elves find ways to compensate Duke and join the alliance gorgeously, then this matter will be revealed.

Who knew that the Silver Moon Council had accused Aurelia of accusing Duke of affair with him and strictly prohibiting Duke from entering. Well, now the main elves have also kneeled down, and the recruits have not been trained, so they are willing to invite Duke to be destroyed.

If Duke insists on grasping this, then the elf will naturally continue to compensate Duke, who is the Great Duke, for his mental injury losses.

Of course Duke can do this, but doing so will fall into a lower level.

Duke bent a smile on his lips, raised his hand, and a very formal document was opened in the air with the power of arcane, presenting it to all the elves.

"I, Duke Marcus, officially obtained the absolute authorization of the Lordaeron League, and as the deputy commander of the league, I am fully responsible for the negotiations on the joining of the Kingdom of Quel's Thalas. The above are the seals of the chief commander and the kings of each member state."

Duke caught both the Sun King and the Silver Moon Council off guard with this move. No one expected that Duke's influence in the league was so huge that he actually won the unanimous support of the general commander and the eight kings one night.

You know, at this moment, the eight kings are fighting bloody battles with the tribe on all fronts, on all fronts. How trust is this to have so many cunning kings agree to delegate power in such a short time? How high is Duke's prestige?

All the elves gasped.

At this time, a messenger suddenly ran in and said, "No, the tribe has broken through our regional magic defense and will attack the city at any time!"

Duke raised his hand and suddenly a flag flew out of his storage space and flew into Aurelia's hand.

"Bring my flag and put it on the top of the city. Today, the tribe's chief will naturally leave!"

The elves' faces changed color again.

One flag retreats thousands of troops?
Chapter completed!