If someone else dared to do such a thing in front of a group of high-level elves, it would be enough to say that the High Elves were a superior race and a nation of etiquette if they didn't burn him to death with magic fire on the spot.
At first, the reaction of all the elves was that it was ridiculous.
In other words, the humans thought that Duque was showing off. Not just any show off, but a show that was courting death.
A war flag could force back a Horde army of 100,000?
Wasn't he afraid of being struck by lightning for showing off so much?
Several councilors were about to mock him, but all of them swallowed their words.
Why?
The name of a human.
The shadow of a tree.
Even if every councilor didn't like Duque, no one dared to deny Duque's achievements.
There were many elves living in the human world, and the impact of the war had already spread to every country and city on the Lordaeron continent. There were a lot of Orc heads on display outside more than one town.
Duque's achievements were real.
What if … Duque's reputation was really so terrible that he could scare away the Orcs with just a war flag?
The elven councilors had to swallow their words and wait for the development of the situation.
Duque looked at Aurelia.
Aurelia also stared at Duque.
This beautiful and smart elven ranger general certainly knew what Duque wanted.
Duque used his wisdom to foresee a shameless and despicable power struggle. He also foresaw that this power struggle at the cost of the lives of the High Elves was destined to break Aurelia's heart. However, he still did his best to accompany her in her efforts, waiting for that one in a million chance of the high-level elves' brilliance.
She didn't wait for that elven hope.
She made things so difficult for Duque, made Duque do so much, and now it was time for her to give Duque an answer. Was she willing to use her transfer as the price in exchange for Duque's help to the High Elves for the last time?
She gently closed her eyes and pondered for two seconds. When Aurelia's beautiful eyes appeared in front of everyone again, they were no longer confused, but incomparably determined.
Aurelia Windrunner's clear and melodious voice resounded in the hall.
"According to His Excellency Duke Marcus' request, I will unfurl this flag and raise it high. Then, I will ride on a chocobo and cross half of Silverymoon to the top of the outer walls. I will plant this flag there and see how the Horde will react. Who agrees and who objects? "
Her mellow voice was filled with determination. In fact, this was Aurelia's final, tearful accusation against the vermin of the country and the useless people in high positions.
That's right!
As long as any of you still have a bit of backbone, then step forward and use the Elves' methods to solve the Elves' crisis!
If all of you are useless trash, then don't blame me for hiring an outsider!
Who agreed? Who objected?
She said it lightly, but no one dared to say anything.
Everyone knew that if Duque succeeded, then Duque would become an undying legend in the history of Azeroth. At the same time, it would be a huge blow to the reputation of the Cuel Salas royal family and the Parliament.
But in a crisis like this where the army was pressing down on the city, one wrong word could mean the end of one's political career and even one's life. The Councilors, who would speak eloquently in this hall almost every time, were all mute.
After Aurelia finished speaking, she waited for a full ten seconds. Her gaze swept from left to right, from top to bottom, back and forth between the Councilors and the Sunstrider father and son. When she found that no one dared to meet her gaze.
Aurelia's face revealed a sad but resolute smile.
"That means no one is against it? Then I'm leaving. "
I'm leaving …
Not only did this mean that she would step out of the hall and run to the top of the city wall, it also meant that she, the ranger general who had been loyal to Quel 'Thalas for thousands of years, the heroine of the high elves, would forever leave the people she once loved, her country, with disappointment and sorrow.
Prince Kael 'thas was deeply hurt by this scene. He almost instinctively raised his right hand, as if he wanted to ask Aurelia to stay, but he still put down his hand dejectedly.
After seeing the prince's action, Aurelia opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say a word. She turned around and walked away.
"Tsk!" Alleria wasn't the only one. Cirvanas, who was also a Ranger General, also turned around and left with her sister. However, what she left behind for the councilors was the back of her head, which was even more rebellious.
Time in the hall seemed to freeze.
No one spoke because everyone was waiting for the result.
In the end, a shocking legend would be born.
Or would it create a joke that would be laughed at for 10,000 years.
Every high-ranking person was looking forward to it.
Aurelia strode out of the hall, and her third and fourth sisters immediately came up to her.
"Let's go! A certain braggart claimed that he could scare off Orgrim with a flag. Let's go and see! "
Without hesitation, the four Windrunner sisters flew up to their mounts. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they unfurled Duque's huge blue storm emblem flag.
Compared to Silvermoon City, which had red and gold as its base color, this refreshing blue was so out of place. It was so abrupt and glaring.
Moreover, an elven ranger general was holding up a human noble's flag. What did this mean?
The moment the flag fluttered in the wind, Aurelia truly received the attention of the crowd.
Suspicion! Panic! Unease! Questioning! Complaints! Anger!
Almost all the emotions gathered on Aurelia's face.
Her arm was firm and strong, as if she had pulled a bow millions of times.
Her body was as firm as a pine tree. She was not afraid of the rumors or the attacks of hostility.
However, on her beautiful face, two drops of tears rolled down.
"Yes! These are the last two drops of tears that I, Aurelia Windrunner, shed for my beloved country. "
Through the long street.
Through the square.
Ignoring the bewildered citizens and the guards who tried to stop her, Aurelia finally arrived at the top of Silvermoon City's main gate.
In her field of vision, a mixed army of tens of thousands of tribes and trolls had long been prepared to attack the city.
Over a thousand huge and crude catapults were lined up in a row.
The Orc labourers panted heavily, carrying heavy sandbags on their backs, ready to fill up all obstacles on the siege road … with sandbags or their corpses.
The heavily armed Orc warriors roared restlessly.
And the even more cruel trolls continued to slaughter the elven captives before the battle began, carrying out the last blood sacrifice before the battle.
However, when Aurelia rushed up to stand on the top of the city wall, she suddenly stirred up strong gusts of wind behind her, condensing the hurricane into a huge battle bow. After she shot out Duque's Storm Flag, half of the battlefield below fell silent.
Five hundred meters away, the azure Storm Flag that was stuck in the ground fluttered in the wind.
Every Orc who saw this flag was in an uproar.
There was no longer that fierce and unparalleled aura, but instead an indescribable … panic!
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