Duque waved his hand. "Don't blame them. They're just trying to save the Sun Well. What if I told you that my judgment from the moment the Sun Well was polluted was that it had to be blown up, would you accept it? "
The faces of all the High Elves turned as pale as paper.
Right!
It was a cruel but correct judgment.
Even though they knew that what Duke said was very likely correct, the glory and inheritance of their nation still made them subconsciously ignore this incomparably correct decision.
Until the situation got out of hand.
Cirvanas asked Lor 'themar to hand over a report written in elvish. She knew that Duque could understand it. She nodded as Duque flipped through it.
Gina Goldsword explained in a heavy voice, "The Sun Well isn't just the well itself. The veins of the Sun Well cover most of the kingdom. They go straight through Silvermoon and split into three branches that cover the entire Long Song Forest. So, if the pollution isn't cleaned up, the most direct result is that the plague will continue to spread throughout the kingdom. We estimate that in another month, the entire kingdom will be barren. "
Duke glanced at the water in the well. The System Elf's high-speed calculations caused countless numbers of data to pour down from the top of his left retina like a stream of light.
Duque shook his head. "You didn't calculate the spread of the pollution. When the core is completely polluted, the spread of the pollution will be more than a thousand times faster than it is now. You only have three days left! Sixty-nine hours, to be exact. "
"Hiss …" All the elves gasped. If it weren't for the holy light shield that Riadeline and the other Clerics had put up, all the elves would probably have inhaled a few breaths of the poisonous gas.
Then, there was a burst of sobbing.
Cirvanas pursed his lips. "What's the worst and best outcome?"
"The worst outcome is that my control fails, and the entire Isle of Quel 'Danas and the branches of the magic power will explode into the sky. The pollution will spread, and everything within a thousand miles will become a dead land. Unless a large number of Druids and Clerics work together, ordinary people won't be able to live here for the next three hundred years. "As soon as Duque finished, everyone was silent.
Cirvanas didn't know when, but his fingernails had already sunk deep into his palm. He suddenly raised his head. "What's the best?"
Duque raised his first finger. "If my control is successful, I will drive the pollution to a certain place and detonate it. This area will become a land of death, and it must be sealed for a thousand years. No one is allowed to enter or leave. Otherwise, if it is leaked, all humans and animals within a radius of several hundred kilometers will die. "
Then the second finger. "Sacrifice is not without cost. In that case, the Isle of Quel 'Danas and the Long Song Forest were likely to be preserved intact. At the very least, Cuel Salas is not a land of death. "
"Please give me some time alone with Duque." Sylvanas nodded to the other Elves, then walked in front and led Duque into a side hall of the palace.
The side hall wasn't big, only about 20 square meters. It had the typical luxurious decorations of the High Elves.
Just as the door closed, Duque was suddenly hugged by Sylvanas.
"Sorry, I didn't want to put all the pressure on your shoulders. But I can't think of any other choice. "
He used to think that Sylvanas was a fighter who fought against fate and never gave up.
In history, when the natural disaster invaded, she swore to fight against Arthas until she was defeated and died. Then, when she saw a chance to fight back, she immediately led all her suffering compatriots to fight back against Arthas, even if they became undead. After realizing that she was already a dead person and could not return to the embrace of her compatriots, she led all the Forgotten Ones to establish her own force in this world.
But when Duque looked at the trembling shoulders, felt the intense heartbeat coming from his chest, and sensed the wet tears coming from his shoulders, Duque fell silent.
That's right! The remaining High Elves longed for a wise leader. They also longed for a relatively intact home. On his way here, the word Duque heard the most was Gnomeregan.
Yes, one mistake, and Cuel Salas would become another Gnomeregan, a place of death that they could never return to.
Gently hugging Sylvanas tightly, Duque comforted her, "Don't worry, I have at least 80% confidence to protect one-third of the Sunwell."
In fact, the system elf's judgment was even higher. Duque didn't dare to be too sure.
"Really?!" There was surprise and infinite hope in her misty eyes. She quickly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said, "If even one-tenth of the Sunwell can be protected, then the new Sin 'dorei Kingdom will be stable. Internal affairs are not my forte. I will bring the most elite warriors and follow you to take revenge on the Calamity Army. Even if you have to go to the end of hell, I will accompany you! "
Duque suddenly laughed. "You don't have to go to the end of hell. When Aurelia and Sasha come back, you three sisters will be willing to have a pillow fight with me on the bed."
They were talking about serious matters and swearing, but Duque was so good at it. In the blink of an eye, the solemn atmosphere was ruined. Sylvanas was just about to yell at Duque, but she suddenly realized that she was not nervous anymore.
She burst out laughing. "Although your joke is very shameful, thank you. I really feel much better now."
Uh! Wait, did you misunderstand?
I really want all three sisters to come at me together!
Hey, Queen Sylvanas, did you misunderstand something?
What about my benefits?
Aren't you afraid that I will go on strike without benefits?
Looking at Duque's disappointed look, Queen Sylvanas pinched his waist hard. "Brat! Let's get this done first. "
After saying that, she waved her hand, opened the door, and left.
There was only one word left on Duque's face.
The emergency evacuation order was issued. All the elves were mobilized to evacuate every survivor out of the range of the magical leyline, to the seaside, or outside the Long Song Forest.
The next night, it was a stormy night. No one knew what kind of dawn the next day would bring.
Would it be the destruction of darkness?
Or the rebirth of the elves?
Around the highland of the Sun Well, the guards who had already left their wills or said goodbye to their families were wearing red armor with golden edges. They held double-headed crescent swords in their right hands and kite shields in their left hands. Together with rangers and battle mages, they formed small teams and looked around carefully.
Not only did they monitor the island for trespassers, but they also paid special attention to the movements inside from time to time … especially the huge wellhead made of volcanic rocks. Because any one of them could sense that an unpredictable and mysterious power was being nurtured.
On the central island of the Sun Well, Duque exhaled and looked at Queen Sylvanas who was guarding him. "Let's begin!"
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