Chapter 378 History is always surprisingly similar (1 more)
It is true that the city gate was on fire.
It is also true that it affects the fish in the pond.
Ever since Braumux was deprived of her title and the rest of Eversong Forest was enfeoffed, the new nobles' internal officers have come.
After all, time is still short, there is no chance for them to perform, and there is no prestige at all.
In front of hundreds of thousands of elves, all the lower-level nobles and officials of the real elves who were qualified to issue commanders died.
After killing those who were in the way, the two gangs who had been fighting fiercely just now ran away.
The larger parliamentary faction chased the royal envoy and the gang of elves to kill them.
This scene made the civilians' scalps go numb.
Oh my God! There is a zombie wave outside, and we still expect big shots like you to help us escape. What kind of trouble are you making now?
The mage of the Eastern Temple also trembled: "What should we do? Officials from the parliament and the king's envoy have died on our side. What if the nobles above blame us and refuse to let us enter Silvermoon City?"
"It's not even possible to enter. Think about our last time."
"Yes, there is probably no food in Silver Moon City..."
These words immediately reminded them of the bad days in Silvermoon City when they fled last time.
When did the big boss in the city treat them as his subjects?
As soon as they entered the city, they needed food and a place to live, which directly caused the lowest level residents in the city to treat them as rubbish.
Within two days, the council recruited most of the young and strong men to serve as cannon fodder to resist the orcs at the city gate, and they were ruthlessly used up.
For the remaining women and children, supplies were also reduced again and again.
After finally defeating the orcs with the support of the Stratholme army, these civilians returned to their hometown. The problem is that the food production in Yongsong Forest has not recovered in the past two years.
"Here, Mr. Bromius and the three Mr. Windrunners all have fiefdoms in the south, why not us..." Someone weakly made a suggestion.
In the past, if he said such things, he would be arrested by people from the parliament.
Now, who dares to deny this possibility?
"This is not impossible."
"What are you doing stupidly? If anyone has a way to contact them, go quickly! Hundreds of thousands of compatriots are stuck here, and the undead are about to kill them!"
Despite the chaos, the village heads and town mayors quickly reached an agreement. While organizing everyone to prepare strong men to resist, they also asked... both sides for help at the same time.
History is always surprisingly similar.
The Sun King's messenger came, bringing bad news - Silver Moon Councilor Dar'Kan Darathil rebelled, blew up the rune circle, and defected to the Scourge.
"His Majesty the Sun Chaser is now in charge of the military and political power! His Majesty's order for you is to organize manpower and resist resolutely on the spot! Until the last soldier is left!" The order was given by an official who was quite familiar to the village chief.
They had no doubt about the identity of this official from the royal family, but...desperate!
OMG!
Three years ago, they could not withstand a mere 200,000 orcs, let alone now that they had lost half of their young men and all their rangers.
Watching the officials rush over, holding high the Quel'Thalas version of the imperial edict, announcing to the people, causing a large number of people to cry, and then looking at the cruel and cold faces of the officials, who doesn't know that they have been abandoned again?
?
Their king and their councilors ruthlessly used them as cannon fodder to fend off formidable enemies in order to buy time for Silvermoon City to deploy its defenses.
The grief and anger of the elven people simply cannot be described in words.
All along, countless middle- and lower-level soldiers and civilians have written letters requesting preparations for war.
"Our defense is perfect!"
"There will be no problem this time."
"We must not cause unnecessary panic to the public."
“[Next time we must] raise this issue in parliament.”
The parliament's formulaic and rigid responses have already made the lower levels angry.
Of course it's best if you can handle it. If you can really make the demons dance wildly outside and the singing and dancing make peace inside, it feels a little bit awkward, but it's not unacceptable.
You just can't handle it, and you still say, "We have a traitor among us." Now that the terrifying undead monsters are about to kill us, you actually let us die!?
From the troll war that had to be won by uniting humans 2800 years ago, to the last orc invasion, and this time the Scourge, the people's trust in the Parliament and the King has dropped to the lowest point.
Especially when some compatriots (fake) with ulterior motives revealed that all the remaining members of the Silver Moon Parliament had been assassinated by Darkan, the village chiefs were even more upset.
They gathered around the officials and asked about the status of other congressmen.
"Has Grand Magister Belovar been killed?"
"Where is Congressman XXX?"
"We have accurate information that they have been assassinated."
The official who found that he could not hide it had no choice but to admit this fact. He changed his tone and no longer threatened, but instead offered inducements: "Your Majesty and His Highness the Sun Chaser will defend Silver Moon City to the death. This is the time for you to show your loyalty.
As long as you successfully organize a defense line and block the attack of the undead army, His Majesty will 'consider' you becoming the new members of the Silver Moon Parliament."
Fuck your mother!
What defense?
The country will be destroyed!
Still want to be a member of parliament?
Or 'consider'?
Those extremely bad words made the village chiefs lose all color on their faces.
They had completely lost all thought of the royal family and parliament.
"You must contact Mr. Braumix or Mr. Windrunner immediately!"
"The damn Sunstrider family and the Garbage Council are simply unreliable. We had to rely on humans to win 2,800 years ago, it was three years ago, and it will be the same this time."
Almost every village chief has made a similar decision - please Tathagata Buddha... Well, please invite our great elves' forerunners, the Windrunner family and Duchess Braumix!
They found a few dragon eagles and asked the brave Sao Nian to go to the Northland Fortress to ask for help.
Yongsong Forest is not far from the North Fortress, and the gargoyles of the Scourge Legion are concentrated near Sunsail Port, which makes it possible for the brave elven civilians to cross the dead line and rush here.
To be fair, if it weren't for gaining the loyalty of the three Windrunner sisters and Lor'themar, McDonald would have let these elves with their nostrils turn to the sky die.
No matter what.
The system has come to life.
[Fighting the Undead side mission (Spell Breaker) released: If the host can successfully rescue more than 100,000 high elves during the destruction of Quel'Thalas by the Scourge, they will receive additional skill rewards (Spell Breaker)! 】
McDonald frowned.
I don't know why, but there is always a feeling that this glorious and great profession of Master is leaving him.
A dharma breaker will never become a true dharma master.
This is just like those who are professionals in trouble-making and will probably not be the guardians of order.
Sao Nian McDonald, you have gone far!
Woohoo!
Movie Emperor Mai glanced at the few elven youths below who were kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for help. His face was as dark as the bottom of a pot: "Why should I let hundreds of thousands of loyal and brave alliance soldiers risk their lives to save some unfaithful and unfaithful people?"
A long-eared person who asks for help when in danger and breaks away from the alliance when there is no benefit?"
