Sun King Anastrian's heart was bleeding.
Prince Kael 'thas's heart was bleeding.
The members of the Silvermoon Council, who were usually high and mighty, all lowered their heads.
Not only that, but almost every elf in the magnificent palace lowered their prideful heads.
The allied forces of the Orcs and Trolls had already killed their way to the great Silvermoon City.
The magic defense system that they were so proud of was once again broken by a Warlock named Gul 'dan.
Looking into the distance, the Sun King's crow's feet were already dripping with tears.
He still remembered that the founder of the kingdom, Desrema, had organized the High Elves to disperse and restrain the Trolls while continuing to move north. After experiencing countless hardships, they found a paradise in the forest. It was a place that could maintain the bloodline of the High Elves.
It was near the mountains and the sea, easy to defend and difficult to attack. The land was plentiful and the spring was beautiful.
Desrema sprinkled the bottle of eternal water into a small lake here, creating another Well of Eternity – today's Well of the Sun. He named this place Cuel Salas. He named the new city Silvermoon City and personally drew up the architectural blueprint of Silvermoon City, retaining the luxurious and aesthetic architectural style of the High Elves.
In order to distinguish themselves from his compatriots who stayed in Kalimdor, and to always remember their former noble identity, Desrema renamed the High Elves who moved to Cuel Salas Quel 'dorei – High Elves, implying that' we are no longer the nobles of the lower races, but have higher intelligence and have since broken away from the Cadorei clan that their ancestors used for generations. '
Before Silvermoon City was completely completed, the High Elves who had obtained a new life couldn't wait to support Desrema as king. Yes, they needed a king, a strong person who could control the overall situation. Desrema was undoubtedly the most suitable choice. He was brave, decisive, ambitious, tolerant, yet cunning, agile, cold, and proud. All the qualities that a king should have could be found in him without exception, and even more valuable qualities could be found.
He was the first king of Cuel Salas, Desrema Sunstrider!
This was the origin of the Sunstrider Royal Family!
In the Troll War that lasted thousands of years, the High Elves were almost wiped out. At that time, the successor of the royal family, Anastrian, personally made the decision to ask the humans for help. For 2800 years, the Silvermoon Parliament had always used the reason that the king had given in too much to the humans to attack the king and fight for more power.
At this moment, the Sun King, who was sitting on the supreme throne, did not say a word, and his sharp eyes swept across the Silvermoon councilors one by one.
Every member of parliament felt their scalps go numb.
The Sun King turned around slightly. His red robe with golden edges was like the rising sun swallowing the darkness. He moved on the throne, and his pale but still powerful hand held the golden phoenix scepter tightly. The scepter still reflected the glory of the palace, blooming with a golden luster like the sun.
His pale face had lost all expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy. It was cold, indifferent, and calm.
The voice of the Sun King finally sounded in the hall.
"Councilors of the Silver Moon Council, when I asked for your help as the king, you only gave my son a mediocre army to fight against the brutal orcs. You have the best elites you can imagine in your hands. If my son's failure was exchanged for your success, it would be a victory for the High Elves, after all. But now, how are you going to repay me for my concession? "
The Sun King imitated the voice of the former Silvermoon Council President.
"We have General Pphenis!"
The next moment, the Sun King's voice was replaced by the terrified cry of the messenger.
"Your Majesty, bad news. Pphenis was killed by the orc chief, Lyker … "
The voice changed again.
"We have Arcane Master Rusfang."
"Your Majesty, bad news again. Master Rusfang was killed by the two-headed ogre, Gujar. "
Every time the Sun King changed his voice, it was like a huge slap on the faces of the remaining Silvermoon councilors. Every councilor's face was burning, and they could not help but lower their heads.
Finally, a councilor could not help but say, "Your Majesty, we can actually ask for help from the humans …"
"If you want to go to the Silvermoon Council! I was scolded by you for 2,800 years because I asked for help back then. This time, if you don't go, then the bloodline of the Sunstrider Royal Family will end in Silvermoon City. "
"Your Majesty!?" In the hall, almost every High Elf noble exclaimed.
The King had nothing to lose and was determined to hang on to the end!
After all, there were less than 30,000 soldiers left in Silvermoon City. Although they could organize people with combat power to defend, rushing into battle was no different from killing the goose that laid the golden eggs. It seemed that Silvermoon City could not be defended by the elves alone.
If Silvermoon City was breached, no one would have a good ending. They would definitely not be able to return to the Kalimdor Continent. There would be no place for the High Elves on this continent that was full of smoke and flames of war.
Cold sweat soaked the backs of all the councilors.
"No! Your Majesty, please think carefully! "the councilors shouted.
The Sun King seemed to have lost his hearing. He sat on the throne like an ice sculpture, not saying a word. Just like that, he quietly watched the commotion below. Kael 'thas wanted to say something, but in the end, his body trembled violently and he stopped moving.
At this moment, a large group of nobles and councilors finally thought of an elf.
One who had been ignored by all the elves because she had an affair with a foreign race, and one who had learned about the invasion of the tribe early on but did not attract the attention of the higher-ups. She was an elf who still stood in the hall with her head held high — Aurelia Windrunner.
Countless pairs of eyes looked at the female ranger general who stood at the end of the hall.
Yes! It was in this moment of despair that they remembered this heroine who had always been bold and outspoken but was rejected by the mainstream authorities.
Cirvanas, who had been standing quietly beside Aurelia, suddenly raised his head and said in the Whisper of the Wind that outsiders could not hear, "Sister! We must not be soft-hearted to these bastards! If we don't cut off these rotten meat, Cuel Salas will perish sooner or later. "
A councilor who had once been high and mighty walked in front of Aurelia and said in an almost flattering tone, "Madam Aurelia, regarding the siege of Silvermoon City, the council would like to know your opinion."
Agitated! Angry! Resentful about why the High Elves kept so many parasites! Roaring about why the higher-ups were not willing to listen to any pertinent opinions.
But when the higher-ups really condescended to "listen" to her opinion, Aurelia felt a wave of … indifference!
That's right, it was a kind of indifference that came from a dead heart.
"I have no opinion," Aurelia replied calmly.
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