Chapter 383: A Condition Must Be Attached

Does Alleria not love Quel'Thalas?

Wrong! She loves her country more than any other elf. As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.

The first time Duke notified her, she returned to warn them far ahead of time, when the Horde was still far away in Hinterlands.

She was ignored!

And was even labeled as a rabble-rouser by the council.

The second time, when the Rune Stone Array was broken, she once again stormed into the Silvermoon Council. It seemed to have some progress, but then she immediately found out that the Sun King and the council were still fighting for power and benefits even when the enemy was at the gate!

A group of high-ranking officials who had never wanted to understand their enemies, put together a mixed team of elites and non-elites, and they actually fantasized about defeating the well-prepared Horde army of a hundred thousand?

Without a doubt, Prince Kael'thas's first expedition brought the worst consequences.

Then it was the council's turn to try to take the lead, aiming to surpass the royal party, and under the same unwillingness to understand their enemies, they went to deliver food to Orgrim and Zul'jin.

The royal army of 25,000 was defeated, with less than 5,000 returning.

The council's 'elite' force of 40,000 was wiped out, with less than 400 returning.

Including the border defense team that was lost earlier, in just one week, more than 70,000 high elf soldiers died. If you add the loss of civilians who couldn't evacuate in time, that's 150,000 people.

High elves can't compare to humans in terms of population. The low birth rate is the counterpart to their long lifespan, and high elves generally don't like to have offspring too early. A generation every thousand years is not a rare thing.

How much capital do high elves have to lose?

Alleria cried, pleaded, felt heartache, and despaired. Even though Duke had repeatedly warned her that the high-ranking officials of Silvermoon City were such a group of bastards who didn't care about the lives of the people and pulled each other's legs for power. Before she had truly experienced all this, Alleria always had a bit of longing and hope for the Sun King and the council. It was only at this moment that she truly understood the relentless, unforgiving nature of her actions.

Until countless stakes were erected on the open ground outside Silvermoon City, and each stake had a dead elf impaled on it.

Until every 15 minutes outside the city, a group of elves were beheaded and killed by the cruel trolls amidst cries of despair.

Alleria finally gave up on the Sunstrider royal family and the Silvermoon Council!

Unexpectedly, at the end of their ropes, these guys, like rats trying to escape from a sinking ship, finally thought of Duke's army. That elite force that had been waiting at the border from the beginning and was strictly forbidden to enter. That reinforcement that Alleria had desperately brought in at a great cost.

Alleria's indifferent answer gave the council members a cold shower.

Playing political games for thousands of years, these council members have almost all kinds of coping methods for all situations.

Agreement does not mean complete agreement.

Rejection is because the price is too low.

Firm rejection is because the price is ridiculously low.

These council members who have been crawling and rolling in political games all their lives are most afraid of encountering this kind of complete indifference. The other party refuses to communicate with you at all, which means there is no need to talk at all.

It wasn't until this time that the council members remembered that Duke had always had a liaison officer in Silvermoon City.

They quickly temporarily gave up on the hard-nosed Alleria and instead focused their attention on the excessively young diplomat.

Jandice Barov, the eldest daughter of the great noble family of Barov in Alterac, a student of the Alliance Deputy Commander~The Gambler~ Duke Marcus?

This qualification, placed in front of any human kingdom's king, would not be ignored. Only the elves, with their noses in the air, dared to leave her in the state guesthouse for a full ten days, ignoring her.

The only problem is that Miss Barov has a surprisingly young age, just like her teacher, she is only 16 this year.

Sixteen, perhaps an age that is easy to induce, but sixteen can also be a time bomb, because youth represents impulsiveness.

Every politician feels a chill just thinking about dealing with a young person who holds a big weapon. Because all predictions of their thinking patterns and adult rules may not apply to these people.

They worried too much.

Jandice, who had been left out for ten days, had no excitement, anger, or joy, because Duke had told her about the treatment she might receive. In fact, Duke didn't want Jandice, a young lady, to suffer in the camp with him. Even if mages always get the best treatment, no matter how comfortable it is, it can't compare to Dalaran or her home, Caer Darrow.

Jandice met the king, dressed impeccably, with a head of black and elegant hair, a just-right forehead ornament and necklace, a generous and decent water-blue mage robe, a quiet and noble temperament... This made even the high elves, who are picky about dress and demeanor, unable to pick out a single word about Jandice.

"Student of Duke Marcus of Stormwind, Jandice Barov, pays her respects to the Sun King and the members of the Silvermoon Council." The almost formulaic greeting revealed no information.

The Sun King nodded, "The Silvermoon Council has something to find you." After saying that, he closed his eyes and didn't move, like he was under a petrification spell.

Councilor Morrens, now the acting speaker, stepped forward with a stiff face and said to Jandice, "To be honest, Quel'Thalas is having a bit of trouble now. The Silvermoon Council appreciates the proactive help from Duke Marcus. Now we want to discuss whether the Lordaeron Alliance is willing to start negotiations on new members joining."

Jandice's first sentence choked Councilor Morrens, "I can only represent the opinions of Duke Marcus himself, not the Lordaeron Alliance. If you have business with the Alliance, I suggest you go to Lord Lothar or King Menethil, who has the most influence in the Alliance."

This is clearly making things difficult.

Who doesn't know that Lothar and King Menethil are nervously fighting in Silverpine Forest. They can't take care of themselves, who would care about Quel'Thalas, which is far away and gave the Alliance a hard time in the past?

The only hope is Duke, this deputy commander of the Alliance, and his troops.

A group of councilors were choked by Jandice's reversal of their positions, and Morrens had to ask again, "If the Silvermoon Council hopes to have a formal face-to-face meeting with Duke Marcus?"

"Possible. But as a price for snubbing my teacher, a condition must be attached."