It was a pity that their prince had been beaten like a dog by the tribe in the first battle.
Even though the royal family and the Silvermoon Council spared no effort in publicizing Duque's glorious achievements, every elf with a brain knew that the High Elves had failed once again, and had no choice but to seek help from the humans.
Rather than saying that this was a grand welcoming ceremony for a hero, it would be more accurate to say that a hundred thousand elves had no choice but to witness the noble and noble High Elves being nailed to the pillar of shame once again.
The only difference was that this wasn't a humiliating surrender ceremony, but a welcoming ceremony in the name of an ally.
The Sun King and the Silvermoon Council only had one last fig leaf left.
They had no choice but to urgently need this fig leaf.
An army of seventy thousand had been destroyed, and ninety percent of their land had fallen. Even the most optimistic elves did not dare to hope that the High Elves could survive this crisis alone.
The panicking citizens needed confidence.
The despairing and suffering soldiers needed hope.
These were all things that the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council could not give to their citizens and soldiers.
Duque — the most powerful orc killer in Azeroth's history, the culprit behind the deaths of five hundred thousand orcs. His appearance was undoubtedly a boost to the morale of the Cuel Salas elves, who were on the brink of hell.
Hence, Duque's arrival had undoubtedly left the elves in a dilemma.
Happiness, humiliation, unease, warmth … All sorts of emotions were running through them.
At ten in the morning, the vast Traveler's Square was already tightly surrounded by elven commoners. When their king and parliament couldn't provide them with a sense of security, it was part of their survival instinct to look for a new life-saving straw.
If something happened to Duque and he could not come, or if the teleportation portal was disrupted, causing the promised reinforcements to not be able to come, the elven citizens would undoubtedly sink into a deeper despair and fear.
Fortunately, Duque did not stand them up.
At ten sharp, in the middle of the square, a huge circular teleportation portal that was five stories tall opened. Under the illumination of the sparkling arcane energy, ten Morning Star elven wizards in uniform rapidly helped to stabilize the portal.
Under the gaze of a hundred thousand pairs of eyes, a rare sight in Silverymoon appeared on the other side of the portal, followed by the orderly and rhythmic sound of hooves.
Huge and pure white warhorses seemed to be performing dressage, taking rhythmic steps as they stepped out of the portal.
The first thing that entered the elven citizens' sight were twelve human knights in shining armor.
It was clearly the Storm Kingdom's knight armor with a silver base and blue edges. Unexpectedly, the flags they held in their hands were in a mess, with all kinds of colors.
At first, some ignorant citizens sneered softly.
Two seconds later, they exclaimed from the bottom of their hearts.
The war flags were the war flags of the tribes. One of the war flags had the same symbol as the one used to besiege Silvermoon City. It was the war flag of the Blackrock tribe.
Not only were there flags, but there were also a dozen huge orc heads frozen with ice magic. Banners written in the elven language were inserted into the ice, announcing the identities of these heads. Surprisingly, each of these heads belonged to a tribal chief. Among them, the most eye-catching were the words' Head of the Great Tribal Chief Black Hand '.
That's right! That's right!
These Alliance knights were displaying the Alliance's achievements to the elves with the attitude of victors. They were displaying Duke's great achievements!
Behind the twelve knights were the twelve earth wizards. As soon as they appeared, they lined up neatly on both sides, bowing at a forty-five degree angle as they awaited the arrival of the most important person.
Finally …
There was a loud sound in the sky, and Duque made a dazzling appearance.
Accompanied by the deafening thunder, Duque appeared in the teleportation portal, enveloped by a tornado formed from five different elements.
A wriggling chain of lightning.
A violently spinning gale shield.
An incomparably scorching snake of flames.
A bone-chilling barrier of ice.
An incomparably mysterious light of arcane magic.
Five different types of power could actually blend together harmoniously, turning into twelve spinning elemental energy balls that floated above Duque's head.
Duque's move directly defeated Prince Kael 'thas, who always had three arcane energy balls floating above his head. In fact, it was not just Kael 'thas. Acting chairman Morlens, who had been waiting at the side, also had an awkward expression on his face.
Duque's people were invited by the Silvermoon Council on their knees. Even if the other party was obviously trying to humiliate them, the Silvermoon Council could only swallow it.
Morlens pretended not to see anything, and put on a warm face as he followed Ilusia to welcome him.
"Welcome, Teacher Duque."
"Duque, you're here. My father is already waiting for you. "
"I am acting chairman Morlens. I represent the Silvermoon Council in welcoming you, Your Excellency Grand Duke Marcus."
Three people, three different forms of address, but it did not seem out of place on this occasion.
Duque nodded lightly to Ilusia, and the eldest daughter of the Barov family obediently stood behind Duque.
Then, Prince Kael 'thas on the left and Chairman Morlens on the right, the two incomparably noble elves led Duque on the red carpet towards the hall where the Silvermoon Council was located.
The horn sounded to welcome the guests, and thunderous applause sounded, accompanied by cheers that reached the sky. Countless petals were scattered by beautiful elven girls from the balconies of the tall buildings on both sides of the road onto the red carpet.
"Welcome! The hero of mankind! "
"Long live the Beastman Killer Duque!"
"Cuel Salas is counting on you! Sir Marcus! "
No matter how much of the welcome was sincere, at least at this moment, Duque received the treatment he deserved.
The arrogance of the High Elves that had lingered in Silvermoon City for thousands of years seemed to have transformed into the red carpet used to welcome guests, and was ruthlessly stepped on by Duque.
The corner of Duque's mouth curved into a sinister smile.
"Silvermoon City, here I come! As the savior of the world! If you are willing to put down your pride, then I don't mind giving you some pointers! If you are so stubborn, then don't blame me for letting you die. "
Various aspects of the history of the World of Azeroth appeared in Duque's mind.
It could be said that since the first opening of the Dark Portal, the history of the entire world was a history of war between the Alliance and the Horde. There might be a short period of peace, but most of the time it was a state of war. Only when a stronger enemy attacked, and when they could not fight against the foreign enemy alone, would these mortal enemies quickly resolve their conflict and turn to an alliance.
In history, Orgrim's troops only circled the Long Song Forest once, and then left contentedly after setting up the Storm Altar, leaving the suffering Trolls to deal with the elves alone.
Now, history had changed greatly.
Without a doubt, the person who now controlled the fate of the High Elves was Duque.
Walking on the red carpet, Duque clearly did not have a noble crown on his head. However, in the eyes of the elves, Duque was without a doubt … an uncrowned king!
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