The High Elves were indeed powerful, with a lot of Pharaoh and powerful rangers.
It sounded perfect, didn't it?
But didn't everyone feel that something was missing?
Yes, it was the soldiers at the front.
The slender bodies of the High Elves meant that they were good mages and rangers, but not good warriors.
Their natural arm strength and stamina were different from other races, and they were at a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat against the tall trolls, not to mention the violent orcs.
It wasn't just a matter of racial talent. More importantly, the High Elves were too small in population.
Their long lifespans meant that the High Elves weren't keen on reproduction. And in a country where mages were the most respected, the status of warriors was extremely low. This caused the High Elves to have even fewer warriors. It was also because of this that Cuel Salas vigorously developed the Arcane Puppet technology, attempting to use it to make up for the lack of vanguards in the war.
Without the defensive barrier of the forest, Cuel Salas would probably repeat the same mistake, being beaten like a dog by the trolls 2800 years ago, and almost being destroyed.
This time, with the even more violent orcs, the High Elves definitely wouldn't be able to win.
Seeing Duque, who had been saving the world like a saint a moment ago, turn into a scoundrel in an instant, Sylvanas was about to go crazy. Duque and her sister were indeed very, very good friends. But in the face of a world-class event, Duque had nothing to say about putting the Alliance first.
How could she know that there was a reason why Duque helped or saved every kingdom?
Needless to say, the Furnace Castle was the core of the Alliance in the future.
The Kingdom of the Sea, Kul 'Tiras, was the key to restoring Stormwind.
Alterac's Southshore … All the Stormwind refugees were there now.
Stormgard … Duque clearly remembered how tragic the Torrential Castle would be after the third war. Duque had sown the seed today, and he would definitely reap the fruit in the future.
Perhaps Duque was indeed a great hero of the Alliance today, but when it came to saving the world, Duque definitely wouldn't mind helping himself. Only he knew that in the future, it would be a world where dozens of meters tall demons roamed the streets. If he didn't preserve more vitality today, he would have to pay a higher price and compromise in the future.
He had to assert his authority, ahem, no. I have nothing to do with Queen Sylvia. I just want to establish a master-servant relationship.
Seeing Duque looking at himself with a deep gaze, Cirvanas was at a loss for what to do. It wasn't that she didn't have talent in this area. It was just that her older sister was more mature and steady. She didn't need to think about this at all. She just needed to be a Ranger General and be a paycheck thief in Silvermoon City.
All of a sudden, she was asked to give a plan, or a suitable identity and reason for Duke to lead the army to save Quel 'Thalas. She really couldn't say anything.
After discovering that Duque wasn't threatened by her at all, she bit her lip and stared at Duque without saying a word.
One second …
Within five seconds …
Thirty seconds …
The air seemed to have frozen, and time seemed to have stopped.
Finally, a pleading look appeared in Cirvanas' eyes.
Duque didn't want to push Cirvanas too much at once, so he sighed in the end.
"Cirvanas, it's not that I'm threatening you on purpose, or that I don't want to send troops. Faced with the barbaric invasion of the tribes, the eight countries signed the Lordaeron Alliance Treaty. It's reasonable for me to lead the army into any of the eight countries, but not Cuel Salas. However, Quel 'Thalas was different. Once the army of the Alliance stepped into Quel' Thalas without the official permission of the Sun King, it would be equivalent to declaring war on the High Elves. I can't bear this responsibility, neither can Lothar. No king or kings can bear this responsibility. "
"Then what do you think we should do?" Cirvanas' heart sank when she heard this. She wasn't young anymore. As a Ranger General, she knew very well how the old bastards of the Silvermoon Council were. In times of peace, this might be a manifestation of democracy. But in times of war, these guys could do nothing but hold the army back.
Even if it was her sister who went back, she would have to ask King Anastrian and the Silvermoon Council for help. That was easier said than done.
Even after 2,000 years, there were still councilors who complained that they had given the humans too many benefits. This made Anastrian, who succeeded the throne after the Troll War, rather embarrassed. After all, even if he wasn't the one who set the terms, it was the Sunstrider Royal Family's fault.
Duque let out another long sigh. "So the crux of the problem isn't with our alliance, but with the High Elves themselves!"
"Then … there's nothing we can do? For the sake of my sister and the Windrunner family's friendship with you. "Cirvanas' body was trembling.
"For the sake of friendship, you can come up first!" Duque reached out his right hand to Cirvanas. "When I deduced that the Horde might attack the Hinterlands' Eagle Nest Mountain, I wrote a letter to Magni Bronzebeard. Because his father is heavily injured and can't do anything, Magni, as the acting king of the Bronzebeard Dwarves, asked me to save their Wildhammer Dwarves if the Eagle Nest Mountain is attacked. So, it's absolutely reasonable for us to go to the Eagle Nest Mountain. "
"And then?"
"If we can successfully protect the Wildhammer Dwarves, we will pursue the Orc and Troll Alliance all the way to the border of Cuel Salas. But let me say this first. If Cuel Salas doesn't officially join the alliance, the alliance's soldiers will never step into the High Elves' territory. "Duque emphasized the word" alliance. "
"Hmph! You've already thought this through, haven't you? "Cirvanas said angrily, but she put her hand on Duque's palm.
Ugh, Queen Sylvanas's hand is so soft.
What the hell, why don't these rangers even have calluses on their hands when they use their bows all day? The High Elves' bodies are really unscientific!
Queen Sylvanas didn't give Duque any more chances to be distracted. With a nimble flip, she sat on the back of the griffin behind Duque.
Originally, Duque had fantasized about whether Queen Sylvanas would stick to his back. Unfortunately, Queen Sylvanas, who had just embarrassed Duque, was very defensive. No matter how the griffin twisted its back, or how the griffin shook its wings, Queen Sylvanas held onto the griffin's back, keeping her chest at a distance from Duque. At most, she held onto Duque's belt with both hands.
Unfortunately, an hour later, Queen Sylvanas's efforts to prevent herself from being taken advantage of were destined to go up in smoke.
That was because there was a battle ahead.
Countless griffins circled in the sky. On the ground, pitch-black spears shot into the sky, shooting dwarves and griffins down from time to time.
Cirvanas clenched her teeth, pressed down on Duque's shoulder, and flipped in front of Duque.
"Hold onto my waist tightly!"
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