Tens of thousands of Scarlet Cross elites raised their weapons high and shouted in the loudest voice since the start of the war, "No — answer — yes —"
Duque continued to shout, "Dwarves and gnome brothers, this guy says he wants to destroy all civilizations. What do you think?"
"Damn it!" The violent dwarves raised their war hammers high!
Duque finally waved at the elves. "This bastard not only destroyed your homes, but he also wants to burn down every last inch of green space and a small tree. What do you think?"
Cirvanas stood out proudly. "For the blood of Quel 'dorei! We must take revenge — "
Who among the High Elves did not know the strength and terror of the enemy?
Those who could gather here were naturally the most courageous and unyielding in the entire elven race. They were the backbone of the future revival of the High Elves and the pillars of the reconstruction of the Elven Kingdom.
The earth-shattering roars of the humans and the sonorous and powerful shouts of the dwarves deeply stimulated the hearts of these tens of thousands of elves.
They thought of their dead relatives and friends, and of their destroyed homes.
An unparalleled rage suddenly gushed out from the depths of their hearts and rushed straight to their heads. They abandoned the nobility and restraint that they once boasted about, tore off the mask of gentleness and elegance in front of the world, especially in front of humans, and shouted in unison.
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! "
The morale of the troops could be used!
Almost without thinking, Cirvanas, who struck while the iron was hot, suddenly raised his war bow and shouted, "Our kingdom is destroyed! Our city is destroyed! Our compatriots and loved ones are killed! In order for future generations to never forget this day, I announce that Quel 'dorei will be renamed to Sin' dorei! "
Duque could not hide the surprise on his face.
'Quel' in the Elven language of Salas meant nobility, and 'Sin' meant blood.
The High Elves had changed their name from Quel 'dorei to Sin' dorei, which was originally done by Kael 'thas in history.
It had to be said that history was shockingly similar.
In a certain scene, under certain circumstances, they would make the same choice.
At this moment, in the tens of thousands of elven troops, every elf was full of anger. In their rage, they desperately needed to vent. They did not even notice that Cirvanas, who was technically just a National Salvation Committee and officially a Ranger General, did not have the authority to make such a major decision.
One or two of them, tens of thousands of people, were completely enraged by Ner 'zhul's clamor. Naturally, they agreed to Cirvanas' call.
This kind of astonishing momentum … Could it be … that after Cirvanas doesn't need to become an undying, God will still send her the throne of Queen?
What about the Forsaken?
Eh, I, Duque, am from the Alliance. Why should I care about the tribe?
Alright, since Sylvanas doesn't need to change races and still has the chance to become Queen Sylvanas, I definitely don't mind giving you a push.
Duque pursed his lips at Cirvanas and glanced at the Lich King's skull from the corner of his eye.
Sylvanas immediately understood.
"Demon! Get lost! "
A loud shout rang out.
He drew the bow and nocked the arrow in one smooth motion.
This was an action that Sylvanas had practiced and used hundreds of thousands of times in actual combat. Each action was unremarkable, but when connected, there was a kind of natural beauty.
Looking at her beautiful hair fluttering in the wind and thunder power, her heroic demeanor of a war goddess easily infected every elf.
They looked at Cirvanas standing on the hill with reverent and pious gazes.
They were looking forward to it and waiting with excitement.
They wanted to see Sylvanas, whom they had high hopes for, do something that would make them excited.
However, at this moment, Cirvanas was actually dumbfounded.
Just now, with a look from Duque, she did not think much about it and nocked the arrow. Of course, she wanted to shoot that hateful skull of Ner 'zhul with one arrow, but after subconsciously putting the bow and arrow on the posture, she suddenly remembered a serious problem – she did not have the means to deal with enemies with souls!
Who knew if lightning could hurt ghosts. If she could not shoot that skull with one arrow, she would really lose face in front of the ancestors of the Dark Elves.
Tens of thousands of elves stared at her back with burning eyes.
Those tens of thousands of gazes were nothing before, but now they were like tens of thousands of long swords. If she was not careful, she would be pierced by thousands of swords and die!
Biting her fiery red lips hard, Sylvanas really wanted to die at this moment.
Now it was clear that the arrow had to be shot, but … but …
Suddenly, she had a feeling of hating herself and hating Duque to death.
It was not good to have such a telepathic connection with anyone, but it had to be with Duque. With a look from him, she foolishly nocked the arrow and aimed at the demon.
Now it was all right!
What! Was! Back! Field!?
On the other hand, seeing Sylvanas being so obedient and working with a look from him, and then embarrassed, Duque only felt that it was very interesting and funny.
Immediately, Duque immediately felt Sylvanas' fierce glare – she wanted him to find a way to end this.
It had to be said that the three Windrunner sisters' reactions when they were embarrassed were very interesting.
Sasha, the most wife-like one, had a soft pleading look in her eyes. Just looking at her made one unable to refuse.
Aurelia, the most knowledgeable of the big picture, had a look of "Little guy, why aren't you coming to help? Don't blame me if the field is ruined "with a look that moved and reasoned with him.
Alright, now Sylvanas was even more direct – will you help me or not? If you don't, don't blame me for flipping the table!
That wildness, that arrogance, also deeply fascinated Duque.
Duque smiled lightly. Even though he was more than a hundred meters away from her, she still felt Duque's small movements.
It was a soul that others could not see with the naked eye, a soul with a powerful holy aura.
Only clergymen with the purest hearts, such as little girl Sally Whitemane, could see that a golden soul suddenly flew out of Duque's body and flew behind Sylvanas.
At this moment, Sylvanas was in a standard posture of drawing a bow and nocking an arrow.
Left leg in front, right leg in back.
Left hand holding the bow, right hand pulling the bowstring.
Others could not see it, but it did not mean that Sylvanas could not feel it. She only felt a warm soul hugging her from behind.
Naturally, that was Duque's soul.
This kind of embrace that was filled with ambiguity made Cirvanas flustered.
Because his crotch was against her buttocks, his burning right hand lightly rested on her right hand, and his left hand gently stroked her upper left arm all the way to the fingertips of her left hand.
If it were someone else, she would definitely have goosebumps all over her body and would have screamed.
But that incomparably serene feeling of the warm soul made her feel very good.
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