Chapter 391: Should I Kill You?

The other councilors didn't understand. The seasoned Sun King, however, grasped most of it.

First, the reassignment of mages seemed reasonable, both publicly and privately. Applying this to Quel'Thalas, it was impossible to expect Prince Kael'thas to work for Duke, right? The Sun King quickly realized that the mages Duke was taking away were all members of the Silvermoon Council!

The Alliance had mages, and the Horde had mages and sinister warlocks. In a war, no one could guarantee there wouldn't be casualties. If many councilors died, the Sun King would naturally find a way to fill the vacancies. The council would no longer be a united front, and there would be room for maneuver.

Next were the magical crystals. Duke claimed they were to compensate for the Alliance mages' consumption in the magical war. But as for how they would be distributed, well, the supreme commander, Lothar, only had a superficial understanding of magic. How they would be distributed was ultimately up to Duke, who was in charge of magic within the Alliance.

Finally, there was the right to intermarriage.

On the surface, this also seemed to be for Duke's personal gain, as he might have a good chance of marrying Alleria. But the Sun King felt it wasn't that simple.

The high elves had always prided themselves on having a more noble lineage than other races, and public intermarriage was not allowed. Most of the time, they merely tolerated those who wanted to marry outside their race, allowing them to do so at the cost of leaving their own people.

Now Duke had broken this restriction, and there must be a deeper meaning to it. But it was beyond the Sun King's comprehension.

Regardless, Duke did not make things difficult for the elves on the core issues they cared about most. This was already a favor from Duke. After all the assistance from the Alliance was clearly defined in terms of time and quantity, the two leaders officially signed the agreement.

That very night, the Sunstrider royal family couldn't wait to announce to all their citizens their decision to join the Alliance, and transparently publicized all the terms.

Duke even swore to the elven citizens in the square that the Alliance had not made any unreasonable demands. That was all there was to it.

Well, his personal requests were actually more important.

In Duke's view, the Windrunner family was worth more than all of Quel'Thalas. That night, there was no Horde attack, and the Sun King immediately decided to take advantage of this rare break to hold a small party to celebrate joining the Alliance.

Small, referring only to the number of participants.

The scale was still off the charts.

Almost all the big names in Silvermoon City were there.

Melodious music, mesmerizing lights, especially sweet elven wine...

Especially when those female Lords and Duchesses deliberately displayed their curvaceous beauty in front of Duke, he deeply understood why people said that high elven society was quite decadent.

But then again, looking at those blushing tender faces and small upturned lips, as well as the full white skin and proud peaks, Duke almost lost control.

"Dear host, these females all meet your aesthetic standards, but for your safety and decency, I must inform you that the four female high elves you are familiar with, who bear the surname Windrunner, are watching you in a special way..."

"Shut up..."

After finishing his mental spat with the system sprite, Duke saw Kael'thas coming over.

"Oh, it's rare, Duke. I thought you worked so hard to get my father to open up intermarriage for your own

benefit?" Kael'thas had no fundamental irreconcilable conflict with Duke, in fact, they had no real conflict at all, so in private, they were still friends.

Duke raised his crystal-clear wine glass: "Alright, I admit, the beauty of high elves is the most unique sight I've ever seen in my life."

"For most high elves, time is eternal, with only a white landscape traversing the sky of history. So they seek stimulation and novelty, to remind themselves that they are still alive."

As expected of the prince known for his gentle and elegant demeanor, even his casual remarks were so philosophical and poetic.

Duke smiled: "So, is it like being in a universe where everything is blurred, and everything seems like a dream?"

Kael'thas was slightly taken aback, he didn't expect Duke to be so cultured. After all, he had never had a deep conversation with Duke, and subconsciously thought that a commoner-born 16-year-old wouldn't have such good manners.

Kael'thas laughed unconsciously: "If this is a dream, it's too bad. I hope this is just a slight trough in the river of history."

"Right! This is indeed a low point for the high elves. As a friend of the elves for three thousand years and as your good friend, Kael'thas, I should contribute to your and the high elves' resurgence." Duke rarely made such grand statements, but given his astonishing military record, this vague promise seemed extraordinarily tempting.

Kael'thas was unusually sober: "Although I can't wait to see your heroism, Duke, we at least have to wait for the new batch of soldiers to be trained, right?"

"No problem, at most five days, our two armies will be able to converge, and then we can hunt together." Duke said mysteriously.

Some things couldn't be said outright. Kael'thas wasn't sure what Duke had prepared. But one thing was certain, Duke had chosen the Sunstrider royal family, not the Silvermoon Council, as his partner.

Finally escaping from those flirtatious women, Duke quickly found Alleria, who was drinking alone on a terrace not far from the banquet hall.

Her gorgeous golden hair fluttered gently in the night breeze. Her exquisite features, flawless like a perfect work of art, were hidden under delicate eyelashes. Those green eyes that had just given him a fleeting glance were closed, but he could still feel their captivating charm.

From a distance, her body was so delicate it seemed like porcelain that would shatter at a touch. She wasn't the most beautiful or perfect. Purely from a perspective of beauty, Alleria even fell short of Princess Calia Menethil. But up close, her well-exercised body always easily outlined a very sexy wild beauty.

Having killed many, she naturally had a faint aura of indifference. This aura naturally made Alleria a special existence in most people's eyes, one to be admired from afar but not to be trifled with.

But to Duke, she exuded a captivating charm.

Such a woman, who seemed to have stepped out of a minstrel's tale, a mix of wildness and nobility, had an indescribable melancholy on her face at this moment.

A gust of wind blew, and Alleria turned her head, her green eyes gazing at Duke.

"Do you know? Sometimes I wonder, if I kill you, could I continue to live in a dream called 'High Elven Supreme Glory', without having to bear the pain of leaving my own people and country."