388 Chapter 388: The Departure of the Heroine

If anyone else dared to do such a thing in front of the elven high council, they would be burned on the spot by magical fire, proving the high elves to be a superior race, a nation of etiquette.

Upon hearing this, all the elves thought it was absurd.

Translated into human terms, they believed Duke was showing off, not just ordinary showing off, but a grandiose level of showing off.

A single battle flag could repel a hundred thousand Horde troops?

Such a boast, aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?

Several council members had already prepared their mocking words, but each one swallowed them back.

Why?

A person's reputation precedes them.

Even if every council member disliked Duke, none dared to deny his military achievements.

There are many elves living in the human world, and the impact of the war has already reached every kingdom and city-state on the continent of Lordaeron. More than one town has a large display of orc skulls outside.

Duke's military record is solid.

What if... Duke's reputation is truly so terrifying that a single battle flag could scare away the orcs?

The elven council members had no choice but to swallow their words again, waiting for the situation to develop.

Duke looked at Alleria.

Alleria also gazed at Duke.

This beautiful and intelligent elven ranger general, of course, knew what Duke wanted.

Duke, with his wisdom, foresaw a shameless and despicable power struggle. He also foresaw that this power struggle, which would cost the lives of the high elves, would inevitably break Alleria's heart. Yet he still did everything he could, accompanying her in her efforts, waiting for that one in ten thousand chance of a brilliant flash of wisdom from the elven high council.

She did not wait for that glimmer of hope from the elves.

She had asked Duke to do so much, and now it was time for her to give Duke an answer. Whether she was willing to serve him in exchange for Duke's final help to the high elves.

She closed her eyes gently, contemplated for two seconds, and when Alleria's beautiful eyes appeared in front of everyone again, they were no longer confused, but extremely determined.

Alleria Windrunner's clear and melodious voice echoed in the hall.

"According to the request of Duke Marcus, I will unfurl this banner, hold it high, then mount my strider, cross half of Silvermoon City, reach the outer city wall, and plant this banner on the wall to see the Horde's reaction. Who agrees, who opposes?"

Her melodious voice was filled with a firm temperament. In fact, this was Alleria's final bloody accusation against these national parasites, these high-ranking wastes, after her anger.

Yes!

If any of you still have some backbone, then stand up and solve the elves' crisis in the elven way!

If you are all useless wastes, then don't blame me for asking outsiders!!

Who agrees? Who opposes?

These words were said lightly, but no one dared to speak.

Everyone knew that if Duke succeeded, he would become an undying legend in the history of Azeroth, and it would also be a huge blow to the prestige of the Quel'Thalas royal family and council.

But in this crisis of the army pressing the city, saying the wrong thing is the end of a political career and even life. Almost every eloquent council member in this hall was silenced.

After Alleria finished speaking, she waited for a full ten seconds. Her gaze swept over all the council members and the Sunstrider father and son. When she found that no one dared to meet her gaze, Alleria showed a beautiful yet resolute smile on her face.

"So, no one opposes? Then I'll go."

I'm leaving...

This not only meant that she was stepping out of this hall to run to the city wall, but also meant: she, the loyal ranger general of Quel'Thalas, the heroine of the high elves, who had served for thousands of years, was leaving her beloved people and her country forever, with disappointment and heartache.

Prince Kael'thas was deeply hurt by this scene. He instinctively raised his right hand, as if trying to retain Alleria, but he eventually let his hand fall weakly.

Seeing the prince's action, Alleria's mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she didn't say a word, turned around, and left.

"Hmph!" Not only Alleria, but also Sylvanas, another ranger general, turned around and followed her sister, leaving the council members with an even more rebellious back of her head.

Time in the hall seemed to freeze.

No one spoke, because everyone was waiting for the result.

Would this birth a shocking legend?

Or would it produce a joke that would be laughed at for thousands of years?

Every high-ranking individual was waiting to see.

Alleria strode out of the hall, and her three younger sisters immediately came up to her.

"Let's go! Some boastful guy claims that a single flag can scare off Orgrim. Let's go see for ourselves!"

Without hesitation, the Windrunner sisters mounted their steeds. Under the gaze of the crowd, they unfurled Duke's huge blue Stormwind banner.

This refreshing blue, compared to the red and gold of Silvermoon City, was so out of place, so striking.

Moreover, an elven ranger general holding up the banner of a human noble, what does this mean?

The moment the banner fluttered in the wind, Alleria truly became the center of attention.

Doubt! Panic! Anxiety! Questioning! Complaints! Anger!

Almost all emotions were reflected on Alleria's face.

Her arm was firm and strong, just like the bow-drawing motion she had done millions of times.

Her body was as upright as a pine, not fearing rumors or hostility.

But on her beautiful face, two clear tears fell.

"Yes! These are the last two tears I, Alleria Windrunner, shed for the country I love."

She passed through the streets.

She passed through the square.

Ignoring the bewildered citizens, ignoring the guards who tried to stop her, Alleria finally arrived at the top of the main gate of Silvermoon City.

In her view, tens of thousands of Horde and troll mixed forces had already prepared for the siege.

Over a thousand large and crude catapults were lined up.

Orc laborers were panting heavily, carrying heavy sandbags, ready to fill any obstacles on the siege road... with sandbags or their bodies.

Fully armed orc warriors roared restlessly.

And the more brutal trolls continued to slaughter elven prisoners before the battle, conducting the final blood sacrifice before the war.

However, when Alleria rushed up to stand on the city wall, suddenly a gust of wind rose behind her, forming a huge bow with the hurricane, and shot Duke's Stormwind flag out. The battlefield below fell silent.

Five hundred meters away, the blue Stormwind flag fluttered in the wind.

Every orc who saw this flag was agitated.

There was no longer that ferocious and unparalleled momentum, but instead, an indescribable... panic!