If one really had to say who was right and who was wrong, it would really be a mess. Not only did the High Elves snatch the Trolls' territory, but all the other races in Azeroth were also fighting for the Trolls' territory.
After all, during the era of the Darkness Empire, almost all of ancient Kalimdor was the territory of two Trolls.
Just the Amani Empire alone was about half the size of the Eastern Kingdoms.
To be fair, even Duque didn't feel comfortable destroying such an ancient country.
It was a pity.
"You Amani Trolls shouldn't have sided with the evil faction that seeks to destroy the World of Azeroth," Duque said in a low voice.
Yes, even the Dark Spear Trolls of Woking had defected to the Horde. Duque could turn a blind eye and allow the Amani Trolls to continue existing. He could even act as a mediator to resolve conflicts between the two sides.
Just like how the Night Elves had exiled the High Elves …
No matter what, to fight the Burning Legion head-on, they would need as many cannon fodder as they could get.
It was a pity that the Amani Trolls had sided with the wrong side, so Duque didn't mind using his position to avenge his woman and wipe out the entire Amani race.
Dakara was sweating profusely and trembling all over. He was already heavily injured, and now being stepped on by Duque and sealed in ice, he was so enraged that blood gushed out of his lungs and dripped down from the corner of his mouth.
He suddenly began to hate his powerful regenerative abilities as a troll. If he was an Elf with a weaker body, he might have already breathed his last. Yet, this body kept him alive and didn't let him die.
And he had to watch as his own people were slaughtered and his home burned to the ground.
"Kill me! Duke Marcus. Kill me right now! "Dakara howled.
"Kill you now? That's what I was thinking. But I've changed my mind. "Duque crossed his arms and said slowly," It's too easy to kill you. But the opportunity to show the Alliance's might doesn't come often! "
"You …" At this moment, Dakara finally understood what it meant to be unable to live or die.
With a single glance from Duque, someone dragged Dhaka away to keep an eye on him.
"Dear, I'll leave it to you." Duque smiled at the Windrunner sisters.
The three Windrunner sisters felt that they should be extremely grateful to Duque. However, after carefully experiencing it, they realized that this was not gratitude, but absolute worship, even to the point of faith.
Three days later, the streets of New Silvermoon City were empty. Almost all the elves had gathered at the new arena. This was not extravagant, brutal pleasure.
This arena was built after Queen Sylvia came to power, and it could hold up to 50,000 spectators. Apart from special festivals, there would be Elven warriors personally fighting every weekend in order to arouse the martial spirit of Sin 'dorei.
Today, the elves gathered together to celebrate the destruction of the Amani Trolls.
Several elven experts, including Queen Sylvie, personally took the field and killed several Amani leaders, including Dakara.
In the VIP seats, Alleria couldn't help but reveal an intoxicated expression as she listened to the loud shouts of the elves.
Duque said, "I thought you'd take the field."
Aurelia smiled. "Second Sister needs something like reputation more than I do. Plus, I'm the general of Silver Dawn now, not Sin 'dorei' dorei."
Duque smiled. Reputation was something that couldn't be seen or touched. You only knew how good it was when you needed it.
It was hard to say whether the elves hated the Amani Trolls or the Scourge that destroyed Silvermoon City the most. The elves' lifespan of thousands of years was too long. To them, the tragic deaths of their friends and family were like yesterday.
After Sylvanas became queen, she was able to completely destroy one of the elves' two greatest enemies, the Amani Trolls. It could be said that from that moment on, the elves truly recognized her as their queen.
Aurelia suddenly sighed. "I fought against the Amani Trolls for three thousand years, and suddenly they were destroyed by a new invention from the humans and dwarves. What a strange feeling! I'm thinking, if the High Elves were the ones who fell behind and were destroyed … "
Sasha blinked. "If that really happened, what would you do to us, Duque? Would you choose to help the trolls fight the elves? "
Duque was speechless!
Please, the difference in looks is enough for me to abandon the trolls and become an elf lover.
As for Sasha, Duque directly teased her. "Sorry, unless my cute Sasha runs off to become a troll with two canine teeth, I won't choose the trolls."
Sasha's face instantly turned red. "I don't have canine teeth, much less become a troll!"
Duque decisively replied, "Then as long as you and your sister are in the elven race, even if the trolls are ten thousand years more advanced than the elves, I will still choose the elves."
Looks are justice!
My women are justice!
Ahem, it's good that I know this.
Of course, I can't say it like that.
Aurelia loved him deeply, but she was also a righteous woman. If it came down to it, she would have to choose between him and her people. That choice would definitely make Duque 'heart ache.
Luckily! He wouldn't have that chance.
Duque took a deep breath. "There's a saying among humans, 'Personality determines fate.' I feel that the characteristics of a race determine their achievements and future. Perhaps there are many 'what ifs' in history, but there is only one final result. Since a race makes such a choice under the influence of both internal and external forces, there will be an inevitable result. "
Aurelia didn't say anything and listened quietly.
"I have no intention of denying or distorting history, but I think that whether it's the wisdom of those in power or the will of fate, since humans and elves are progressing bit by bit, this is the achievement of history. When our achievements surpassed those of the trolls who stood on the opposite side of history, everything was set in stone. That's why when humans and elves first allied 2,800 years ago, the trolls had no chance of winning. Especially today, when the individual strength of the trolls can no longer surpass that of magic and technology, it's even more so. "
"The martial arts that you've practiced for decades have become meaningless? How sad! "Aurelia sighed.
"Perhaps. If you want to move forward, if you want your race to continue, you have to lose something. For example, outdated traditions …" Duque pointed out this point. In Duque's opinion, at least the exaggerated and arrogant elves were bad habits that had to be abandoned.
Aurelia nodded. "Yes, it is indeed time for the elves to change. What we need is something more simple and unpretentious …"
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