For a moment, Duque froze.
Words like "capsize" kept popping up in his head.
However, Queen Sylvani's attitude made Duque feel a little complicated.
There was no such thing as absolute perfection in love. Sometimes, one could be an angel one moment, and the next, a devil. There were things that one liked and things that one disliked. Being willing to tolerate everything about the other was love.
If Queen Sylvani was just a docile vase, Duque could have as many beauties as she wanted in the noble circles of various countries with just a wave of his hand.
Queen Sylvani, on the other hand, was strong, wild, and constantly fighting against fate. She was definitely the ideal partner to accompany Duque to the end in Azeroth.
Duque smiled brightly. Just as he tried to put his hands on Queen Sylvani's flexible and elastic waist, Queen Sylvani dodged beautifully, and Duque missed.
When Duque came back to his senses, he only saw Queen Sylvani's slender figure standing at the entrance of the tent.
Queen Sylvie turned her head and gave him a provocative look, "You bastard, your body reeks of Illucia. Before I calm down, go find your Illucia."
Duque was dumbfounded. When the beauty disappeared in front of him, he sighed sadly. "Damn it, are all the women of the Windrunner family dogs?"
Queen Sylvani's words were not only for Duque, but also for Illucia, who was waiting at the door. The uncrowned queen of the South Sea City-State, the Marquess of Stormwind, blushed with shame.
No matter what, at least this matter was settled.
In fact, the coronation ceremony was more like a political show.
The two queens first held the coronation ceremony at the border, and then the official ceremony was held in their respective main cities.
Of course, Rotterdam was the holy city of Stratholme.
After tomorrow, the country would officially be renamed the Kingdom of Sin 'dorei, and the coronation ceremony would be held on the plains to the east of the ruins of the old Silverymoon City. Just like in the original history, the elves decided to rebuild a new Silverymoon City here.
This was by no means an easy task.
The plague had not been completely eradicated, and most of the crops had been destroyed. Sin 'dorei, who was unable to feed all of the Elves, could only use boats to transport the surviving Elves to Windrunner's territory in the Southern Continent's Elven Forest. Windrunner's territory, which had been viewed as a traitor by most of the elves in the past, had now become a refuge that could save their lives. This was quite ironic.
On the other hand, it showed the importance of working with the Alliance. Without the help of the Alliance, this batch of elves might not even survive. It would be ridiculous if they did not die in the invasion of natural disasters, but died in the famine and plague that followed.
Just like that, on the 25th of September in the Dark Portal, the two formerly top-tier Northern Kingdoms had their empresses enthroned on the same morning, proclaiming the new birth of their kingdoms.
The Salas Trail was not a spacious place.
However, the huge platform built halfway up the mountain could easily accommodate 5,000 Scarlet Cross warriors and 5,000 Elven guards.
Similarly, the five thousand citizens who had been selected from various places were fortunate enough to witness the ceremony, witnessing the kingdom's new hope in their hearts — Queen Kalia Menethil and Queen Sylvanas Windrunner step onto the red carpet.
In the south, Queen Kalia was different from everyone's impression. She was not wearing her usual light princess dress. Instead, she was wearing a pure white, gold-rimmed Commandment Priest robe that was incomparably solemn. She looked solemn, holding the Holy Book of the Church of Holy Light in her left hand, and the scepter that symbolized Lordaeron's authority in her right. Her soft blonde hair was tied up behind her head as she slowly walked forward.
In the North, Queen Sylvanas's clothes had also changed the impression that the elves had of her as an Elven Ranger in the past.
Today, the first thing that caught their eyes was her fiery red cloak. Then, there were three layers of red pauldrons with golden edges stacked on top of each other like a sandwich. On the edge of each layer was a row of long, fierce, and lifelike fangs — the fangs that had once been pulled out of the mouths of trolls!
Her entire upper body, apart from the pauldrons and the cloak, only had the breastplate that looked like a chest. In the middle of the breastplate, there was a huge golden gem that seemed to be twisting with electricity. It was dazzling!
Her lower body was a pair of tight red breeches, matched with a set of leg guards that were also fiery red. If one looked closely, they would find that the leg guards had a large number of Elven magic inscriptions that strengthened speed and agility.
Coupled with the large bow slung across her back and the quiver filled with sharp arrows that never left her body, she was the complete opposite of Queen Kalia's style.
One martial art! One martial art!
However, they also slowly moved forward under the gazes of the honor guards lined up neatly along the red carpet, surrounded by a formation of swords and spears not far away.
Cirvanas's steps were obviously bigger, but because of her slower pace, the two queens reached the bottom of the throne steps at the same time.
Separated by the clearly marked border under their feet, the two queens stood across the border.
Cirvanas smiled. "Together?"
Kalia nodded. "Of course!"
At the same time, Mograine and Riadeline, who stood at the bottom of the steps on the left and right, shouted at the same time, "Hail to Her Majesty the Queen!"
The next moment, the Holy Knights standing on both sides of the red carpet gathered holy light in their bodies at the same time.
Clusters of holy light rose like curtains, wrapping the figures of the two queens in it.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, they walked up the highest step at the same speed, step by step, step by step.
Waiting for them there was Duque in his blue and white formal attire.
Before this moment, many people did not know why the young-looking Duque was standing in this sacred position.
They were even more indignant that the two queens walked to the highest step and knelt on one knee to Duque. Why should our queen kneel to you, the commander of the Alliance?
Until the huckster Duque spread out his right palm, letting a dazzling illusory gold coin, like a small sun, float in the air.
Duque's voice echoed throughout the venue.
"A long, long time ago in the Dalajan, a Lordaeron missionary threw a copper coin into the fountain pool and made a wish, 'I hope that one day I can spread the way of the holy light to the civilians and teach them the meaning of the three virtues.' Then, throughout his life, he saved countless civilians, and in the battle of the Dark Portal that almost caused the extinction of the humans and the High Elves, he created a brand new profession, the Holy Knight. Until today, the Holy Knights are still in the hands of the evil Undead Calamity, protecting every kind being with Holy Light. "
Duke paused for a moment, then said the name in an emotional tone, "This great missionary of Lordaeron is the former Archbishop of the Holy Light, His Excellency Alonsos Faol!"
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