Chapter 373: The Enraged Elves

There was nothing much to say about Duke leading everyone to retreat.

They had never intended to confront Gul'dan head-on amidst the encirclement of the orcs. After the Windrunners wreaked havoc among the foot soldiers, Duke opened a portal and retreated.

If they didn't leave now, once Gul'dan arrived, no one would be able to escape.

The only thing Duke could take advantage of now was Gul'dan's contempt for him, or rather, Gul'dan's plot to severely undermine Orgrim.

Early the next morning, Alleria's figure appeared again outside the Silvermoon Council Chamber.

"I'm sorry, General Windrunner, the Silvermoon Council is holding its regular meeting. You cannot enter! Many councilors are extremely angry about your reckless and crude behavior when you broke into the council last time," the captain of the guard blocked Alleria first. The huge harp-shaped shield he held in his hand was so glaring in Alleria's eyes.

Alleria tried hard to suppress her emotions: "Eversong Forest has been invaded. From yesterday afternoon to this morning, we have lost seven battalions. The highest level of distress signals has filled the entire communication room, and you are telling me not to disturb that damned regular meeting!? We are in a state of war!"

"But..."

Without saying half a word more, Alleria threw out the thing that Duke had repeatedly told her to bring the night before as a response.

A troll's head.

Spinning in mid-air, the black long hair braided into dozens of strange braids danced in the air. The sunlight shone on the long tusks, hit the harp-shaped shield that refused all external news, and finally fell at the feet of the captain of the guard.

The air froze for a moment.

The twelve-member guard squad, each one stared intently at the head.

The next moment, Alleria opened a bag and showed what was inside.

They were beautiful magic crystal nameplates, also marking the identity of the high elf soldiers. The removal of the nameplates only meant one thing - death in battle!

There were many nameplates, and what was most shocking was that among these even blood-stained nameplates, the captain of the guard found quite a few squadron leaders, and even battalion leaders' nameplates.

The faces of all the guards changed drastically.

Alleria once again broke into the Silvermoon Council she was familiar with and hated.

The Speaker of the Council was furious the moment he saw Alleria's face, which was both heroic and dignified: "For the sake of Silvermoon City, can you stop disturbing the sacred meeting again and again!"

"I'm really sorry!" Even if Alleria had a good temper, seeing these high and mighty councilors who didn't care about the world, the anger in her heart surged up: "Eversong Forest has been invaded. Are you waiting for the Horde to kill to this 'sacred' door before you are willing to stop the 'sacred' meeting and face the arrival of war?!"

Everyone could hear the strong sarcasm in Alleria's voice.

"Impossible!" A Grand Lord suddenly stood up, pointed at Alleria with his finger, and his tone was extremely sharp: "No one can survive after passing those rune stones."

"Heh? None?" Alleria's long golden eyebrows raised: "Are you sure? Are you talking about these rune stones?"

Alleria took out a piece of rune stone fragment the size of two palms from the package, and threw it towards this Grand Lord with a flick of her hand.

The lifespan of high elves is quite long. Many of the councilors present were the mages who set up the rune stones back then. It was because of their great achievement in firmly protecting Quel'Thalas that they could transcend the ordinary, become noble beings who dared to challenge the king, and stand above all beings.

Now, their pride, their reliance, vanished in an instant.

Every councilor's heart gave a violent thump, almost forgetting to breathe.

"Lord Moria, your territory seems to be in the southern part of Eversong Forest, right? Do you want to find a high balcony right away and see if there is fire rising in your territory?"

Alleria's words made Lord Moria jump as if he had been whipped hard on his buttocks.

Ignoring that jumping jack, Alleria looked straight at the Sun King.

"I don't want to repeat the warning I once made to you, I just want to tell everyone a fact. Without a doubt, trolls have entered our forest, trampling on our land, slaughtering our people. The orcs I talked about are following them. They don't have the agility and stealth of the trolls, but they have strong bodies and numbers like locusts. They are planning to destroy our homeland with the trolls!"

Alleria was panting heavily, her chest heaving violently, the entire hall was very quiet, very quiet, leaving only her heavy breathing.

Alleria held her head high, her face full of endless pain and heartache: "Finally, I just want to ask, are you all damned deaf and blind? Do you want all the ranger troops on the border to die in battle? Do you want every elf citizen in Eversong Forest to be slaughtered? Do you want to face the hideous faces of the trolls, smell the troll's breath that is enough to make people vomit? Are you willing to admit that total war has come to us high elves..."

Alleria's voice was very pleasant. In her pleading voice, she opened the blood-stained bag again, countless nameplates fell out, fell on the shiny white floor tiles, making a clinking sound.

Whether it was the king, the speaker, or the councilors, every elf's pupils suddenly shrank, staring at those nameplates, speechless for a long time.

Looking at the fresh troll head presented by the captain of the guard.

Sun King Anasterian Sunstrider let out a huge roar.

"Damn it!" This time, the Sun King's outburst was not because of Alleria.

The elf king slapped the troll's head away with a fierce slap, sending it flying into the air. The head didn't have a chance to fall to the ground, because in mid-air, the head was instantly incinerated by the Sun King's destructive flame.

The high-temperature ashes fell on the floor of the Silvermoon Council Chamber.

The Sun King furrowed his brows, his usually murky eyes became sharp as swords again.

"The trolls dare to invade our homeland?" Anasterian was thoroughly enraged: "They dare to do this?"

He raised his head, his expression like a raging bear: "We will make them pay for their sins with their lives and blood! Gather our warriors, assemble our rangers, we will launch a full-scale attack on the trolls, drive them out of our forest, and use their heads to build our new border!"