Chapter 387: One Banner Repels a Thousand Troops

The Crownless King.

It sounds good, most people would think, if you're not a king for a day, it's useless.

In fact, this 'most people' are wrong.

No one knows better than Duke, a transmigrator, that being a king, without the support of strength, would be even more hollow than an empty title.

If the orcs and trolls of the first and second wars can still be considered within the realm of mortals.

Then from the third Dark Portal War onwards, things like the Scourge, an army of the undead, dragons, elemental lords, ancient gods... when these things that would make mortals pee their pants appear, everyone will know that nations without strong support are just child's play.

Only strength!

Can make Duke stand at the peak of the world's nations.

Now, Duke stands here, his invisible and intangible power like a storm, easily sweeping across the entire Farstrider Square. Tens of thousands of elves consciously line up in long rows, whether they are willing or not, they must bow to Duke, praying for Duke's salvation.

It's as if a silent image is overlapping with history, just like the replay of that scene 2800 years ago - accompanying the elven hero King Anasterian Sunstrider into the city was the greatest emperor in human history, Emperor Thoradin.

Now, Anasterian has been replaced by Kael'thas, the knight emperor on the heroic saddle has been replaced by the mage hero, but the dominant power has changed.

It's no longer the elves, but humans.

This scene makes countless elves feel conflicted and pained.

Duke walked on the red carpet, strolling while glancing around with the corner of his eye. He had to admit, the main city of the high elves was indeed beautiful, everywhere were beautiful decorations and buildings, even if a piece of building debris was casually taken from the roadside and auctioned off in the human world, it could fetch a sky-high price.

You have to know, this is not the Silvermoon City witnessed by players in the future, which has already been kneeled once and rebuilt next to the original ruins. This is the original Silvermoon City, which is far more valuable in terms of artistic value than the new city.

The new Silvermoon City is also very beautiful, but compared to this beautiful ancient city with thousands of years of history, the new Silvermoon City is more like a poor imitation.

At this time, Prince Kael'thas next to Duke whispered: "Silvermoon City is beautiful, isn't it? She is the pride and greatest spiritual sustenance of us high elves. If possible, we absolutely do not want her to be affected by the war."

Duke noticed that the prince used 'she' to describe Silvermoon City. Just as humans like to use women's names to describe warships. This kind of sentimentality towards objects is indeed characteristic of elves.

Duke replied: "That's exactly why I'm here."

Kael'thas nodded, not saying more. Negotiations can still go awry until the moment of signing. The prince thought silently: I hope Duke doesn't ask for too much.

The sound of drums, the noise, subsided with the end of the half-hour welcome ceremony. However, even if Duke's young and mysterious figure has already disappeared at the entrance of the council hall, not a single elf citizen has left.

They seem to be waiting for the final judgment, waiting for the result of the negotiations.

Everyone knows that because of the elves' previous arrogance, they have already angered the seven human kingdoms plus the dwarf kingdom of Kaz Modan. When the humans repeatedly asked

for help, the Silvermoon Council rudely ignored the humans. Now it's the high elves' turn to face the extinction of their nation, will the humans still be willing to extend a helping hand?

No elf knows...

In the dazzling and magnificent hall, the 1024 magic lamps arranged in all directions illuminate the hall like daylight. People walking in it can hardly see a shadow, giving a sense of grandeur as if walking in the temple of the sun god.

Finally, the Sun King Anasterian Sunstrider, who was seated on the throne at the top of the nine-tiered steps, stood up. He opened his arms, and his slightly aged majestic voice echoed in this huge hall of over ten thousand square meters.

"Welcome, Duke of Stormwind, Orc Slayer, Hero of Humanity, Great Prospective Guardian Duke Marcus!"

For a king, shouting out Duke's most impressive title so formally is undoubtedly a very big concession. You know, this kind of flattering title, shouted out by a master of ceremonies, and shouted out by a king, are completely different meanings.

Duke didn't overly stimulate the elves either, he bowed slightly, his head and back in a straight line, not bowing his head, purely expressing respect for his elders.

"Thank you, Sunstrider, Terminator of the Troll War, Great Elven Ruler, Sun King Anasterian Sunstrider."

Duke's words eased the faces of the elven high-ranking officials who were originally forcing a smile.

"Duke Marcus, may I ask if I am now speaking with the Duke of Stormwind? Or am I speaking with the Deputy Commander of the Lordaeron Alliance?" The Sun King's words had deep political implications.

Previously, to avoid provoking Quel'Thalas, Duke could only approach the elves' borders in the name of a duke with his private soldiers.

If the elven high-ranking officials turned a blind eye and let Duke in, and let Duke stab the elves in the back during the first or second war between the elves and the Horde, then the elves would try to compensate Duke afterwards and join the Alliance in a grand manner, then this matter would be over.

Who knew that the Silvermoon Council would accuse Alleria of colluding with Duke and strictly forbid Duke from entering. Well, now the elven main force has also kneeled, and the new soldiers haven't been trained yet, and they are about to face the extinction of their nation before they are willing to invite Duke.

If Duke insists on this point, then the elves naturally have to continue to compensate Duke, the duke, for his mental trauma and loss.

Duke could do this, but it would be inferior.

Duke's mouth curved into a smile, he raised his hand, and a very formal document opened in mid-air with the support of arcane power, presenting itself in front of all the elves.

"I, Duke Marcus, have officially received the absolute authorization of the Lordaeron Alliance, and as the Deputy Commander of the Alliance, I am fully responsible for the negotiations on the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas joining the Alliance. Above is the seal of the Commander and the kings of each member country."

Duke's move caught the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council off guard. No one expected that Duke's influence in the Alliance would be so great that he would receive the unanimous support of the Commander and eight kings overnight.

You know, at this moment, the eight kings are fighting bloody battles with the Horde on various fronts. For so many cunning and cunning kings to agree to give up power in such a short time, what a trust this is. How high is Duke's prestige?

All the elves took a deep breath.

At this time, a messenger suddenly ran in in a panic: "It's not good, the Horde has broken through our territorial magic defense, they can attack the city at any time!?"

Duke raised his hand, and immediately a banner flew out from his storage space and into Alleria's hands.

"Take my banner, plant it on the city wall, and today the Horde's Warchief will naturally retreat!"

The elves' faces changed again.

One banner repels a thousand troops?

Are you kidding!?