When Duque returned after dealing with the four Dragon Aspects, he was just in time to see the victorious Alliance army pass through the Elven Forest.
To be precise, the Dark Portal closed on the 15th of November. After leaving behind the Stormwind Gryphon Legion, the Dwarven First Infantry Division, and the First Mechanized Division, the remaining two hundred thousand soldiers turned back.
When they first arrived, the army could only fight their way south. After crossing the Sador Bridge that separated the Northern and Southern Continents, they had to bitterly pass through the Wetlands, Loch Modan, Barren Land, Scorching Canyon, Burning Plains, Red Ridge Mountain, Swamp of Sorrow, and finally arrived at the Cursed Land.
After passing through the Swamp of Sorrows and the Redridge Mountain, he would then turn west and cross the Elven Forest. After that, he would be able to board a refugee ship from the destroyed Stormwind City to Southshore. The people of Lordaeron and Gilnis, on the other hand, chose to go straight to the Southflow Coast.
When they passed by the Eastern Elven Forest with fertile soil and lush foliage, when they heard that this place was actually the fief of the three Windrunner sisters, regardless of whether it was the humans, the dwarves, or the elves of Cuel Salas from Aurelia's maiden family, all of them were shocked and envious.
"Big Sister, when we first heard that you gave up your position as the Ranger General of Cuel Salas and joined a human Grand Duke, we all thought that you did it for love." Even though he had been promoted to Ranger General, Haduron Mingyi was still a junior to Aurelia.
"Yeah! It turns out that being willing to sacrifice everything for love is just a lie. " Rothelma Theron stood on the hill with her hands on her hips. She looked at the majestic and vast forest in front of her and felt a little unhappy.
He had only managed to become a general, but on the other side, Aurelia had already found a good dock. In an instant, she was equivalent to a grand duke. Aurelia was the Countess of the Eastern Elven Forest. Her fiefdom … A third of the Silvermoon Council's members added together was about this number.
At this moment, the elven rangers of Quel 'Thalas almost had the urge not to go back, but to change sides and follow Alleria.
"I … I didn't think that Duque would really give me such a large territory. I thought it would be nice to have a small village. "Aurelia was embarrassed.
Cough, cough!
The faces of the Cuel Salas elves darkened.
Help! How did you get to this point so easily? For thousands of years, countless councilors in Cuel Salas had racked their brains and used all their power to squeeze into the Silver Moon Council just to get one or two hundred acres of land.
Duque facepalmed.
Darling, don't you know that acting tough is the deadliest?
Alright, I'm not afraid of you being arrogant. I'll give you full marks for this.
Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this had nothing to do with her being Duque's woman. This was the reward she and her Windrunner family had received for supporting Duque ever since the Alliance was formed. On the other hand, the four sisters had personally killed more than ten thousand tribes. Such a magnificent battle record left the bystanders speechless.
But, but isn't this too good!?
The fief was hereditary!
Unless they committed treason, the king had no right to take back the fief. To put it bluntly, in a hundred years, when the royal family weakened and wanted to become an independent country, the royal family wouldn't be able to say no.
Of course, no one knew that Laing and Andoine had made the decision to let Duque be independent even if he wanted to.
Every elf had an envious look in their eyes.
Without comparison, there would be no harm.
Looking at Aurelia's fief of more than ten thousand square kilometers, the rangers of Cuel Salas all suffered more than ten thousand points of psychological damage.
"No, please allow me to record a video with a magic crystal. I'm going back to teach those fellows from the Silver Moon Council a lesson," Haduron Brightwing announced his plan wickedly.
There was laughter on the spot.
"Haha! Be careful that the Silver Moon Council doesn't find trouble with you in the future, "Rosselma teased.
"Hmph! If you're so capable, tell Cuel Salas to abolish the rangers in the future! "Haduron said stubbornly.
All good things must come to an end. After learning that Duque and Aurelia were going to stay in their fief for the time being and not go back with the rest, Haduron and Rosselma both looked slightly sad.
Glancing at Sasha and the others, Haduron asked, "Big Sis, will you all come to the victory ceremony at the end of next month?"
"Of course." As Aurelia answered calmly, she gently held onto Duque's arm. This was a declaration of identity — she, the heroine recognized by the Alliance, would come. According to the agreement, she would also wear Cuel Salas's ranger general uniform that day. This was the last bit of shame for the High Elves.
In fact, everyone knew that Aurelia would attend the ceremony as the Countess of Stormwind.
Haduron and the others left, leaving only Duque and the others here.
After returning to Karazhan and dealing with Cadgar, who had become as clingy as a puppy due to loneliness, Duque had a rare leisure vacation. He could do some shameless things with Aurelia and Sasha from time to time.
They had been at war for almost two years. During the war, the future of the entire Alliance was on their shoulders. There was no way they could relax. Now that they finally had a break, Duque naturally took this opportunity to relax.
To the politicians of the northern kingdoms, what they were most worried about did not happen. Duque, the most influential person in the entire Alliance, did not seem to have any plans to interfere with the situation in the north.
"Country bumpkins will always be country bumpkins. He's probably so happy that he's forgotten who he is after seeing his huge fief. But that's fine … "Many politicians thought the same.
Then, on the 30th of November, an unexpected messenger came to visit.
The messenger was Elucia's mother, Janice Barov.
"Welcome, Lady Janice."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Duque."
Thanks to the Barov family's help when the Stormwind refugees first arrived in Southsea Town, as well as their conversation, the two of them were not so distant.
She seemed to know that Duque was not the kind of politician who liked to beat around the bush, and also knew that the family's thoughts could not be hidden from this terrifying young man in front of her. After some small talk, Lady Janice went straight to the point.
Janice took a sip of black tea. She was slightly surprised that she could drink such authentic Lordaeron black tea in Stormwind, which had just started to rebuild. "Duque! Do you know the situation in the north now? Terenas is likely to use this victory ceremony as an opportunity to find a way to get his hands on Alterac. "
Duque smiled slightly. "Are you talking about Lord Davar Pristor?"
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