The uncrowned king.
It sounded nice, but most people would think that it was useless to not be a king.
In fact, this' majority 'was wrong.
No one knew better than Duque, who was a transmigrator. Without the support of power, the title of king was even more meaningless than an empty title.
If the Orcs and Trolls from the first and second wars were considered mortals, then the third war at the Dark Portal would start.
In that case, starting from the third Battle of the Dark Portal, things like resurrection from the dead, the Calamity Army formed from the undead, dragons, Elemental Lords, Ancient Gods … When a large number of ordinary people saw these things that would make them piss their pants, everyone would know that any country that didn't have enough power to support it was nothing more than child's play.
Only power!
Only then would Duque be able to stand at the peak of the world's nations.
Now, Duque stood there, his formless power like a storm, easily sweeping through the entire Traveler's Square. Tens of thousands of Elves consciously formed a long line. Whether they were willing or not, they had to worship Duque and pray for Duque's salvation.
It was as if a silent image was overlapping with history, just like the scene from 2,800 years ago. Accompanying the Elven Hero Anastrian Sunstrider into the city was the greatest emperor in human history, Thoradin The Great.
Now, Anastrian had been replaced by Kael 'thas. The heroic Knight King on the saddle had been replaced by the Mage Hero, and the leadership had changed.
It was no longer the Elves, but the humans.
This scene made countless Elves feel conflicted and sad.
Duque walked on the red carpet, looking around from the corner of his eyes. He had to admit that the main city of the High Elves was indeed beautiful. There were beautiful sculptures and buildings everywhere. Even if a piece of a building were to be dismantled by the roadside and auctioned in the human world, it could be sold for a sky-high price.
It had to be known that this was not the Silvermoon City that had been witnessed by the players in the future, the one that had been built next to the original ruins. This was the original Silverymoon City. In terms of artistic value, it completely surpassed the nine streets of the new city.
Although New Silver Moon City was also very beautiful, compared to this beautiful ancient city with thousands of years of history, New Silver Moon City was more like a clumsy imitation.
At this moment, Prince Kael 'thas, who was beside Duque, said softly, "Silvermoon is beautiful, right? She is the pride and greatest spiritual sustenance of the High Elves. If possible, we don't want her to be affected by the flames of war. "
Duque noticed that the prince used 'she' to describe Silvermoon City. Just like how humans liked to use women's names to describe warships. This kind of attachment to things was really characteristic of the elves.
Duque replied, "That's exactly why I'm here."
Kael 'thas nodded and didn't say anything else. Before the negotiations reached the moment of signing, unforeseen events could still occur. The Prince thought silently, 'As long as Duque doesn't ask for too much.'
The sound of drums and trumpets, as well as the noise, faded away with the end of the half-hour-long welcome ceremony. However, even though Duque's young and mysterious figure had disappeared from the entrance of the parliament hall, not a single elf citizen left.
It was as if they were waiting for the final judgment, for the results of the negotiations.
Everyone knew that the arrogance of the elves had long since angered the seven human kingdoms and the bronze-bearded dwarves of the Khaz Modan Kingdom. When the humans repeatedly asked for help, the Silvermoon Parliament had arrogantly ignored them. Now, it was the High Elves' turn to face extinction. Would the humans still be willing to lend a helping hand?
None of the elves knew …
In the dazzling and glorious hall, the 1,024 magic lamps arranged in all directions illuminated the hall as if it was daytime. Walking in it, one couldn't see a trace of shadow, giving people a majestic feeling as if they were walking in the temple of the Sun God.
The Sun King Anastrian Sunstrider, who was sitting on his throne above the nine steps of stairs, finally stood up. He spread his arms, and his slightly aged majestic voice reverberated in the huge hall that was more than ten thousand square meters.
"Welcome — the Grand Duke of Stormwind City, the Orc Killer, the hero of the humans, and the great guardian candidate, Your Excellency Duke Marcus!"
For a king to formally call out Duque's title as the most awesome was undoubtedly a huge concession. It must be known that this kind of high-hatted greeting, when uttered by a ceremonial officer, and when uttered by a king, have two completely different meanings.
Duque didn't want to provoke the elves any further. He bowed slightly so that his head was in a straight line with his back. He didn't lower his head, but purely expressed his respect for his elders.
"Thank you — Your Majesty, the Breaking Dawn Archmage, the terminator of the Troll War, and the great ruler of the elves, Sun King Anastrian Sunstrider."
Duque's words made the high-ranking elves, who had been laughing dryly, calm down a little.
"Your Excellency Marcus, may I ask if I'm talking to the Grand Duke of Stormwind City now? Or the Deputy Commander of the Rotterdam Alliance? "The Sun King's words had a deeper meaning in politics.
Previously, in order to avoid provoking Cuel Salas, Duque could only approach the border of the elves in the name of the Grand Duke and his private army.
If the high-ranking elves turned a blind eye and let Duque enter, they would let Duque stab them in the back during the first or second battle between the elves and the tribes. Then, the elves would at most think of a way to compensate Duque, and then join the alliance. Then, the matter would be over.
However, the Silvermoon Council would accuse Aurelia of having an affair with Duque, and forbid Duque from entering. Alright, now that the elves' main force had been defeated, and the new soldiers had yet to be trained, they were only willing to invite Duque when their country was on the brink of extinction.
If Duque insisted on holding on to this point, the elves would naturally have to continue to compensate Duque, who was the Grand Duke, for the damage to his heart and so on.
Of course, Duque could do that, but he would be at a disadvantage.
A smile appeared on Duke's face as he raised his hand, and a very formal document appeared in the air in front of all of the elves with the power of the arcane technique.
"I, Duke Marcus, have officially obtained the absolute authorization of the Rotterdam Alliance. As the Deputy Commander of the Rotterdam Alliance, I am fully responsible for the negotiation of the Kingdom of Cuel Salas joining the alliance. On it are the seals of the Commander-in-Chief and the kings of the member countries. "
Duque's move caught the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council off guard. No one expected Duque to have such a huge influence in the alliance. He actually obtained the full support of the Commander-in-Chief and eight kings in one night.
At this moment, the eight kings were fighting bloody battles against the Horde on all fronts in the world. How much trust did it take for so many crafty kings to agree to give up their power in such a short period of time? How great was Du Ke's prestige?
All the elves gasped.
At this moment, a herald suddenly ran in in a hurry. "Oh no, the tribes have broken through our regional magic defense, and they will attack the city at any time!?"
Duque raised his hand, and suddenly, a flag flew out of his storage space and into Aurelia's hand.
"Take my flag and stick it on the city wall. Today, the chief of the tribes will naturally get lost!"
The elves' faces changed again.
Retreat with one flag?
Are you kidding me?!
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