Chapter 382: I Have No Opinion

The heart of Sun King Anasterian was bleeding.

The heart of Prince Kael'thas was bleeding.

The usually high and mighty members of the Silvermoon Council all hung their heads.

Not only that, in the grand and golden hall, almost every elf had lowered their proud heads.

The combined forces of the orcs and trolls had already reached the gates of the great Silvermoon City.

The proud magical defense system was once again broken by a warlock named Gul'dan on the enemy side.

Looking into the distance, tears trickled down the corners of the Sun King's eyes, which were already showing crow's feet.

He remembered how the founding monarch Dath'Remar had organized the upper elves to contain the trolls while continuing to move north. After countless hardships, they found a paradise in the dense forest - a place that could sustain the bloodline of the upper elves.

This place was nestled against mountains and by the sea, easy to defend and hard to attack, with fertile land and beautiful spring scenery.

Dath'Remar sprinkled the water of eternity into a small lake here, creating another Well of Eternity - today's Sunwell. He named this place Quel'Thalas. He named the new city Silvermoon City and personally drafted the architectural blueprint of Silvermoon City, retaining the luxurious and aesthetic architectural style of the upper elves.

To distinguish themselves from their kin who stayed in Kalimdor, and to forever remember their once noble status, Dath'Remar renamed the group of upper elves who migrated to Quel'Thalas as Quel'dorei - high elves, implying 'we are no longer the nobles of the lower races, but possess higher wisdom, and have departed from their ancestral lineage of the Kaldorei'.

Before Silvermoon City was fully completed, the reborn high elves couldn't wait to proclaim Dath'Remar as king. Yes, they needed a monarchy, a strong person who could control the overall situation. Dath'Remar was undoubtedly the most suitable choice. He was brave, decisive, ambitious, tolerant yet cunning, agile, cold, and proud. All the qualities a king should have can be found in him without exception, and even more valuable qualities can be discovered.

He was the first king of Quel'Thalas, Dath'Remar Sunstrider!

This is the origin of the Sunstrider royal family!

During the Troll Wars thousands of years ago, the high elves almost went extinct. At that time, the royal successor Anasterian, personally decided to ask humans for help, and for 2800 years, the Silvermoon Council has been criticizing the king for giving too much to humans and seeking more power.

At this moment, the Sun King, seated on the highest throne, remained silent, his sharp eyes sweeping over each member of the Silvermoon Council.

Every council member felt their scalp tingle.

The Sun King slightly turned his body, his red and gold robe moved like the dawn swallowing the darkness on the high platform of the throne, his pale but still strong hand tightly holding the golden phoenix scepter. The scepter still reflected the brilliance of the palace, radiating a golden glow like the sun.

The pale face lost all expressions of joy, anger, sorrow, and calmness -

The voice of the Sun King finally echoed in the hall.

"Council members of Silvermoon, when I asked for your help as a king, you only gave my son a subpar force to fight against the brutal orcs. Holding your imagined best elites in your hands. If my son's failure can be exchanged for your success, it is still a victory for the high elves. But now, how do you repay my concessions to you?"

The Sun King mimicked the voice of a former Silvermoon Council speaker.

"I have General Penfinis!"

The next moment, the Sun King switched to the terrified cry of a messenger.

"Your Majesty, it's bad. Penfinis has been beheaded by the orc chieftain, Lukar..."

The voice switched again and again.

"I have the Archmage Rusfon."

"Your Majesty, it's bad again. Master Rusfon was killed by the two-headed ogre, Gulgar."

Each time the Sun King switched voices, it was like a huge slap in the face of the remaining Silvermoon Council members. Each council member's face was burning, and they lowered their heads even further.

Finally, a council member couldn't help but say, "Your Majesty, we can actually ask humans for help..."

"Go to your Silvermoon Council! I've been criticized by you for two thousand eight hundred years because of my plea for help back then. If you don't go this time, it's not impossible for the Sunstrider royal bloodline to be cut off in Silvermoon City."

"Your Majesty!?" In the hall, almost every high elf noble exclaimed in surprise.

The king was giving up, ready to fight to the death!

You should know that there are less than thirty thousand soldiers left in Silvermoon City. Although it's possible to organize capable civilians for defense, it's like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs if done hastily. It seems that Silvermoon City can't be defended by elves alone.

If Silvermoon City is breached, no one will have a good end. There's no way to return to the continent of Kalimdor. On this continent full of smoke and war, there's no place for high elves to stand.

Cold sweat soaked the backs of all the council members.

"No! Your Majesty, please think twice!" The council members shouted.

The Sun King seemed to have lost his hearing, just sitting on the throne like an ice sculpture, not saying a word. Just quietly watching the commotion below. Kael'thas wanted to say something, but after a violent tremor of his body, he became still.

At this time, a large group of nobles and council members finally remembered an elf.

An elf who was 'in contact' with outsiders, an elf who was 'aware of the Horde invasion early on but did not firmly draw the attention of the high-levels' and was ostracized by all elves, an elf who still held her head high in the hall - Alleria Windrunner.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at this female ranger general standing at the end of the hall.

Right! It was in this kind of despair that they remembered this female hero who had always dared to speak out but was rejected by the mainstream powers.

Standing quietly next to Alleria, Sylvanas suddenly raised her head and said in the wind language that outsiders could not hear, "Sis! You absolutely can't be soft-hearted towards these bastards! If these rotten bastards aren't cut off, Quel'Thalas will perish sooner or later."

The gaze of a former council colleague 'pushed' out, walked in front of Alleria, and said in an almost flattering tone, "Miss Alleria, about the siege of Silvermoon City, the council would like to hear your opinion."

She was excited! Angry! Resenting why the high elves would raise so many parasites! Roaring why the high-levels refused to listen to any good advice.

But when the high-levels really condescended to 'listen' to her opinions, Alleria felt a sense of... indifference!

Yes, it was a kind of indifference that was more sorrowful than death.

"I have no opinion," Alleria replied indifferently.