Didn't Aurelia love Cuel Salas?
Wrong! She loved her country more than any other Elf. As the saying went, the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.
The first time Duque had informed her, she had rushed back to warn the Tribe when they were far away in the Hinterlands.
She had been ignored!
She had even been given the Roaring Parliament's high hat.
The second time she had barged into the Silvermoon Parliament when the Runestone Magic Circle was broken. There seemed to be some progress, but she immediately realized that the Sun King and the Parliament were still bickering for power when the enemy was right in front of them!
A group of higher-ups who had never been willing to understand their enemy had pulled out a small team of trump cards and miscellaneous people, and they had delusions of defeating the well-prepared elite army of a hundred thousand Tribes?
Without a doubt, Prince Kael 'thas' first expedition brought the most terrible consequences.
Then, the Parliament tried to stand out, and with the goal of suppressing the Royal Family's Party, they also didn't want to understand their enemy, so they went to deliver food to Orgrim and Zujin.
The Royal Family's army of twenty-five thousand was defeated, and less than five thousand returned.
The forty thousand Parliament's' elite 'troops were all annihilated, and less than four hundred returned.
In addition to the guards lost at the border, more than seventy thousand High Elves died in battle in a short week. If you added the civilians who couldn't retreat in time, it was 150,000.
The High Elves couldn't compare to humans in terms of population. In contrast to their long lifespan, they had a low fertility rate. The High Elves generally didn't like to raise their offspring too early. It wasn't unusual for a generation to occur every thousand years.
This caused the total population of the High Elves to never exceed a million.
How much money did the High Elves have to waste?
Aurelia had cried, begged, felt sad, and felt hopeless. Even though Duque had warned her time and time again that the higher-ups of Silvermoon City were a bunch of bastards who didn't care about the lives of the people and held each other back for power. Before experiencing all of this, Aurelia had always had a trace of hope and longing for the Sun King and the Parliament.
Until this moment, the cruel reality showed her that there was no end to courting death.
Countless wooden stakes were erected in the open space outside Silverymoon City, each with a dead elf stuck in it.
Every 15 minutes outside the city, a group of elves would be beheaded by the cruel trolls as they wailed in despair.
Aurelia finally gave up on the Sunstrider royal family and the Silvermoon Council!
Unexpectedly, when they were at the end of their rope, this group of fellows, who were like rats trying to escape from a sinking ship, suddenly remembered Duque's army. The elite troops that had been waiting at the border since the beginning were strictly forbidden from entering. The reinforcements that Aurelia had pulled over at all costs.
Aurelia's cold reply was a challenge to the hearts of the councilors.
After playing the political game for thousands of years, these councilors had long since developed a way to deal with almost any situation.
Agreeing was not the same as agreeing completely.
He refused because the price was too low.
He firmly refused because the price was ridiculously low.
These councilors, who had spent their entire lives in the political game, were most afraid of encountering this kind of complete disregard. The other party refused to communicate with you, which in itself meant that there was no need to talk.
It was only then that the councilors remembered that Duque had sent a liaison officer to Silverymoon City.
They quickly gave up on Alleria, who was a tough nut to crack, and turned their attention to the diplomat who was just as young.
Illucia Barov, the eldest daughter of the Alterac aristocrat Duke Barov's family, and the student of the Alliance's deputy commander, gambler Marcus?
This qualification would not be ignored in front of the king of any human kingdom. Only the arrogant elves would dare to leave her in the state guesthouse and ignore her for a full 10 days.
The only problem was that this Miss Barov had the same shocking age as her master. She was only 16 years old this year.
16 years old might be an age that was easy to induce, but 16 years old could also be a time bomb, because youth represented impulsiveness.
Just the thought of a hothead with a great weapon of mass destruction made every politician's scalp tingle. This was because all the predictions of their thinking patterns and adult rules might not necessarily apply to such people.
They worried too much.
Illucia, who had been ignored for 10 days, did not feel any excitement, anger, or joy, because Duque had told her that she might be treated like this. In fact, Duque did not want a young lady like Illucia to suffer in the military camp. Even if mages always received the best treatment, it would never be as comfortable as the Dalajan or her home, Caer Darron.
Illucia had an audience with the King. She was dressed impeccably. She had a head full of beautiful black hair, a perfectly fitted forehead ornament and necklace, and a set of elegant blue mage robes. She had the air of a quiet lady … Even the High Elves, who were extremely picky about their clothes and appearance, could not find fault with Illucia at all.
"Illucia Barov, disciple of Grand Duke Marcus of Stormwind City, greets the Sun King and the councilors of the Silvermoon Council." The almost formal greeting did not reveal any information.
The Sun King nodded. "The Silvermoon Council has something to discuss with you." With that, he closed his eyes and remained motionless as if he had been hit by a petrifying spell.
Councilor Morlens was now the acting chairman. This high and mighty Radiant Moon Mage bit the bullet and stepped out. He said to Illucia, "To be honest, Cuel Salas is currently in a bit of a predicament. The Silvermoon Council would like to express their gratitude to Grand Duke Duke Marcus for taking the initiative to come to their aid. Now, we would like to discuss if the Lordaeron Alliance is willing to start negotiations for new members. "
Illucia's first words almost choked Morlens to death. "I can only represent the opinion of Grand Duke Marcus, not the Lordaeron Alliance. If you have something to discuss with the Alliance, I suggest that you look for the chief commander of the Alliance, Lord Lothar, or the most influential King in the Alliance, His Majesty Menethil. "
This was clearly making things difficult for them.
Everyone knew that Lothar and King Menethil were fighting anxiously in the Silverpine Forest. They could barely take care of themselves. Who would care about Cuel Salas, who was far away and had given the Alliance enough face in the past?
The only thing they could count on was Duque, the deputy commander of the Alliance, and his troops.
The group of councilors was beaten to the point of vomiting blood by Ilusia's Tai Chi. Morlens had no choice but to ask, "What if the Silvermoon Council wishes to have a face-to-face formal meeting with Sir Marcus?"
"Sure. But as the price for treating my teacher coldly, there must be an additional condition. "
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