Chapter 239: The Goddess is Furious

Just like the Windrunner family, Lirath, with her short ear-length hair, possesses a more reserved beauty, devoid of the lively and spirited aura that Alleria and Sylvanas possess.

The eyes of the wolves behind Lothar couldn't help but widen in shock...

Lothar's eyes also displayed surprise, "Uh, Lady Alleria, I'm a bit confused."

Taking a deep breath, Alleria seemed to be making a decision. She pulled a sealed letter from her waist pouch, "This is a letter from King Anasterian to the Alliance Marshal."

As Lothar opened the letter and quickly scanned the contents written in Common, Alleria explained the nature of their support to the others.

"Sir Lothar is the last descendant of the Arathi bloodline. Our ancestors swore to forever help your Emperor Thoradin and all his relatives. Even King Anasterian cannot deny this obligation. He has sent this combat squad to repay the help we received back then."

Lothar carefully examined the letter multiple times, making sure he wasn't mistaken. The letter mentioned only a small fleet of four light destroyers and eight ultra-light reconnaissance ships. There was no mention of a Ranger unit or a Ranger General.

"How do you and your Ranger unit fit into this?" Lothar asked.

"My sisters and I volunteered to come here," she proudly announced, puffing her chest out. Unconsciously, she flicked her brilliant golden hair, which could be featured in a shampoo commercial, like a warrior who had sharpened her sword, repaired her armor, and was ready to charge into battle.

"My views differ greatly from those of my people. I sense the evil hidden behind this war. The situation is far more severe than my king can even imagine. If the Horde is as brutal as you say, then the dwarves, high elves, humans... all sentient beings on this planet will face the threat of annihilation. Our forests will not be able to hold out for long once the human and dwarf kingdoms are destroyed."

Fearlessly, she met the gaze of Lothar and the kings behind him. It was then that they truly realized that the confidence and boldness of this beautiful woman stemmed from her glorious battle experiences. In fact, even before the birth of Emperor Thoradin, she was already famous in the wars against the trolls.

That's right! High elves have, to a human's perspective at least, eternal lifespans. Alleria must be over 3800 years old.

In terms of combat experience, Lothar couldn't hold a candle to Alleria even if he combined the experience of his last eighteen generations.

At this moment, Alleria appeared even more belligerent than the orcs and more righteous than the paladins. What an incredible spirit!

Not only did she bravely join a war that her country opposed, but she also brought along the elite forces of her entire family.

None of the kings and generals present were blind. They could all see that most of the Rangers' insignias bore the Windrunner family crest. Even Duke Mograine of Lordaeron, who was known as the 'Grand Lord' and held vast amounts of land, couldn't muster such elite forces.

Alleria had undoubtedly pulled out all the stops for her family.

Lothar was so moved that he was nearly brought to tears.

Antonidas, who stood behind Lothar, clearly held a different opinion as he noticed Sylvanas covering her mouth and giggling.

The old mage spoke up, "Indeed! Why has nobody praised Lady Alleria's beauty? I remember a certain Alliance Deputy Commander praising Princess Calia's beauty and presenting her with a beautiful magical rose as a compliment.

Now, with both Lady Alleria and Lady Sylvanas so beautiful, I don't think Duke Marcus would be so biased, right?"

What the hell are you up to?!

At this moment, Llane, Anduin, and the Duke stared intently at the old man's shameless face.

It was clear to everyone that Alleria had brought her family's private troops for the Duke. What are you trying to stir up?

Sylvanas' gossiping spirit was ablaze, and she just had to butt in: "Oh? Is that so? Is the Princess of Lordaeron truly beautiful? What kind of magical rose was it?"

"Ah, I don't have the delicate thoughts of Duke Marcus, but it was something like this..." Antonidas flicked his wrist, and a frostfire rose with an icy exterior and a faint flow of fire elements inside appeared in his hand.

Of course, those who had seen it knew that it was not as well-crafted as the one the Duke had made, and this was intentional on the old man's part.

The old man then trotted over and presented the flower to Sylvanas: "Ah, this is to praise your beauty."

"Thank you."

This was a genuine compliment.

Antonidas and Queen Sylvanas' duet had backed the Duke and Alleria into a corner.

The Duke was now certain that Queen Sylvanas had learned something and was stirring things up. And then there was Antonidas... a bit sinister, to say the least!

Not only the Duke but everyone with an eye could see that Antonidas clearly did not want Lordaeron's eldest princess to marry the Duke. He wanted to eliminate even the slightest possibility.

It made sense. If the Duke, who held control over Karazhan, truly embraced Lordaeron, it would be a huge challenge to Dalaran's status as a magical sanctuary. The books in Karazhan could definitely help Lordaeron's magic level soar within a decade or so.

As for the high elves?

Please, the high elves were the ancient masters of magic.

Seeing through the old man's intentions, the Duke couldn't help but smile bitterly. Of course, he had no interest in becoming a doomed son-in-law in the historically doomed Lordaeron. But Antonidas didn't know that!

Alas, it was all his fault for accidentally playing the part of a show-off.

Don't show off, or you'll be struck by lightning.

Well, now he was being forced into a corner.

Alleria, on the other hand, was feeling sour.

Beautiful women always have a kind of pride that outsiders cannot imagine. If the other party had nothing to do with them, it wouldn't matter. High elves were a magical race that maintained eternal beauty, and they wouldn't be interested in a human beauty's fleeting allure lasting only a decade or so.

The problem was, after Alleria returned to Quel'Thalas, a major event related to Duke had indeed occurred.

If it were anyone else, Alleria wouldn't care, but Duke... Only Duke was someone she couldn't ignore!

"No need, Duke, I'm a woman who has lived for thousands of years and have seen everything. I don't need such insincere compliments."

Well, that's what she said, but Alleria's eyes told a different story.

Those seemingly calm emerald eyes were filled with unmistakable resentment and anger...