In the elegant music unique to the high elves, the ceremony officer sang in a cadence and in two languages:
"The great Orc Annihilator, Troll Slayer, Major General of the Alliance of Lordaeron, and Grand Duke of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Macdonken Stratholme, arrived——"
"Duchess Blomius..."
"Countess Liadrin..."
"The heroic ranger general Alleria Windrunner who saved Silvermoon City..."
"Our heroic ranger general Sylvanas..."
Don’t underestimate the fact that there is such an attribute as ‘hero’. If you shout it in public, it is an official announcement, which means that Silvermoon City fully recognizes the contribution of the Windrunner sisters.
Alleria and Sylvanas froze on the spot. Sylvanas could still control her emotions, but Alleria covered her face and cried on the spot.
It’s not easy!
After experiencing the Troll War 2800 years ago, how many elves take her, the hero of the last war, seriously?
The day before, Silver Moon City wanted to pass the blame to her, but tonight the official suddenly declared her a hero.
The set tone cannot be changed, otherwise the Sun King and the Parliament will slap themselves in the face.
Alleria definitely didn't believe that they were out of kindness. The only explanation was that McDonald had promised something to the Sun King.
"Master, is this your handiwork?" Alleria couldn't help but ask in the language of the wind.
McDonald replied calmly: "Nothing, I just promised the Sun King to send troops within 5 years after defeating the orcs to help him annihilate the trolls of Zul'Aman."
Of course, when someone signs a contract, there are hundreds of millions of details.
For example, it is necessary to regain all the old territories of the Kingdom of Stormwind, kill or capture the orc warchief, and there are no more organized orc troops on the planet Azeroth, etc.
In fact, there are a lot of tricks in this. As long as Mai wants to, he can drag it out until after the third Dark Portal war.
Why don't parents care about it?
Only the scale of the troop dispatch and the final deadline for dispatching troops were set - within 20 years from today, if McDonald's dies, his heirs will be the ones to take over. If not, the Kingdom of Lordaeron will be responsible.
Elves live so long, 20 years is just a blink of an eye for them.
Alleria, who didn't understand so many twists and turns, was so excited that her body felt like chaff.
In her opinion: Stratholme's leadership in fighting the Zul'Aman trolls is truly unprofitable. McDonald can completely close the door of the Northland Fortress and sleep peacefully at home, while the trolls are making trouble in Eversong Forest.
It has nothing to do with him.
He just agreed.
The only explanation is to exchange this for the honorable transfer of the Windrunner family and Liadrin and Broomiux.
What an emphasis!
The elves around me all have red eyes.
Ahead, the Sun King, dressed in luxurious evening attire, came forward with a smile.
The fiery red and black robes inlaid with gold look noble and majestic. The Sun King, holding a golden magic scepter, shows no signs of time at all, and feels just a bit older than Kaizi.
Well, I pity Kaizi Sansei again, he has a dad with a long standby time.
If being knocked away from the ranger unit before was a cut of flesh, McDonald's agreement to kill the trolls was a typical blood gain.
In the eyes of the Sun King, if they could kill the trolls, a cancer that had occupied the southeastern part of Yongsong Forest for thousands of years, a mere ranger force would be nothing.
Without the Rangers, they can set fire to the forest.
And if humans take the lead, they can give it a go and deal with those evil and mysterious troll wizards.
It has not been conquered for thousands of years. Although it is hindered by the forest terrain, the main reason is that the Silver Moon Councilors are not willing to take action casually.
Who knows what tricks those trolls who play with animals and summon spirits from evil spirits can do?
Now, the [Corrosion] and [Curse of Pain] by a fool are making the councilors miserable, and the delay magic of the demigod-level warlock has a ridiculously long duration, making them feel as if they have been constipated for a long time.
The situation was similar at the beginning. None of the congressmen wanted to die for the country, so they were in an awkward position.
This time, McDonald agreed to provide a mage group led by the Archmage.
Anastrian smiled brightly, and even though there was no hug, he first held the underside of McDonald's right hand with his left hand, and then pressed it up with his right hand holding the scepter, as if he was sharing power with McDonald.
Regardless of whether the acting skills are perfect or not, at least it has a sense of ceremony.
"Thank you very much! Your Excellency Stratholme! Your Stratholme family will be Quel'Thalas's eternal allies from the past, to the present, and to the future!" The Sun King knew very well that his words would be ignored after tonight.
Spread throughout Quel'Thalas.
First, let Mr. Mai set the tone, and then if Mr. Mai dares not to send troops to help fight the trolls, he will be happy to continue to live in Silvermoon City - then it will be human beings who have not kept their promises.
"It's my pleasure, Your Majesty the Sun King!"
With the two great enemies, trolls and orcs, as a common target, the host and guest were all happy for a while.
Taking advantage of the warm atmosphere, the Sun King raised his arms and announced to all the nobles.
"Great Quel'dorei! Today, we have the honor to join forces with humans to defeat the brutal orcs! However, our beautiful forest was burned, the Silvermoon City we built with our own hands was destroyed, and our compatriots were slaughtered.
Is this the end of the grudge? At this moment, there are nearly a million orcs burning, killing, looting, and wreaking havoc on this beautiful continent! My dear friends, can we allow the murderer to live freely and happily? "
The fear of almost defeating the city today still deeply stimulates the hearts of every Elf noble. At this moment of victory, the fear will naturally turn into anger immediately.
"No! It's not allowed!"
"Kill all the orcs!"
"The orcs must die!"
Regardless of whether they were gentlemen or ladies, the elven nobles lost their elegant demeanor, and the aura of sharing the same hatred and hatred spread throughout the entire place.
The Sun King continued: "Yes! The noble blood of Quel'dorei cannot be shed in vain! The wronged souls of our compatriots cannot yet rest in peace! So - the orcs must die! Now that we in Quel'Thalas have joined the Alliance of Lordaeron, we are very
We should send out a large army to drive out the orcs together, right!?"
The nobles are all monkey spirits, so why don't you understand when you see Alleria and the others standing near the Sun King for a long time?
"Yes! Yes! Absolutely right!"
"That's right! We will bring the wrath of revenge to every orc and make them repent on the way to hell! I and the Silver Moon Council have decided to send out the ranger general Alleria Windrunner and the female
The troops led by Count Liadrin join the Alliance army to defeat the orcs!"
Alleria, Sylvanas, Liadrin, Lor'themar, Halduron and other chosen ones came out, took a step forward, and bowed deeply to the nobles.
"Oh oh oh oh -" the nobles clapped vigorously.
"Okay! Without further ado, tonight is a dance to celebrate victory! Let us celebrate this sweet fruit of victory!" The Sun King let the applause reach its climax, and then he left the stage.
He is an old man after all, and if he is around, the young elf nobles often cannot let him go.
The melodious music sounded, and Mai, who consciously positioned himself as a guest star, was almost punched in the face.
"Dear Lord." Alleria said the first half of the sentence in the language of the wind, and the second half in a normal volume: "Can you dance with me?"
