Chapter 384: Negotiations? I Don't Have Time!

Their lives were in the hands of the other party, and they had no choice but to bow their heads. Even though they knew that asking for mercy meant giving up the initiative, did the elves have any initiative to speak of now?

Acting Speaker Morrens had no choice but to ask, "What are the conditions?"

Jandice smiled brilliantly, her smile was like a million flowers blooming at once. However, her words made every elf present feel extremely uncomfortable, their faces flushed with shame and anger. She said, "Please lay a red carpet from Farstrider Square all the way to the Sunfury Spire. At the same time, from the square to the Sunstrider Court, and then to the Sunfury Spire, all the main doors should be opened! Welcome my teacher!"

The Speaker almost bit his own tongue.

This treatment had never been given to a human king before. In the history of Silvermoon City, there had only been two such grand welcome ceremonies.

The first was when Silvermoon City was completed, and the first entrance ceremony was held. Thousands of elves welcomed the first elf king, Dath'Remar Sunstrider, with flowers and cheers. This was to celebrate his successful establishment of a nation on this strange land.

The second was the triumphant ceremony for the greatest hero in the hearts of the people at the time, Anasterian Sunstrider, after the victory in the Troll Wars.

Such a grand welcome ceremony, the proud elves would never hold for any outsider. Now that Jandice had proposed it.

Morrens screamed on the spot.

"This is impossible! Why should Marcus enjoy such grand treatment?"

"Why? Because my teacher is the greatest hero in all of Azeroth who can kill the Horde. Elwynn Forest, fifty thousand. Stormwind, a hundred thousand. The first Battle of Southshore, a hundred thousand. The Battle of Baradin Bay, a hundred thousand! The second Battle of Southshore, a hundred thousand, the Battle of Arathi Highlands, fifty thousand! Hmph! A total of five hundred thousand Horde were kicked into hell by my teacher to repent for their sins, isn't that enough?"

Jandice stood tall and proud. If she had just given the impression of a well-bred young lady, now she was a divine messenger, high above, looking down on all beings.

Indeed, this record was somewhat inflated.

It was an undisputed fact that Duke had personally commanded these battles as the deputy commander of the Alliance, and it was not wrong to attribute the victories to Duke.

The enemy's enemy is my hero.

Based solely on the number of orcs killed, Duke deserved this honor.

Morrens was speechless for a long time before he finally spoke, "The high elves have no precedent for opening the doors of the Sunstrider Court for a foreign hero."

"Then there's nothing to discuss!" Jandice was adamant.

What she was doing was not the kind of 'are you going to lower the price? If you don't lower the price, I'm going to leave' negotiation tactic that was obviously a bluff.

Jandice responded to Morrens with a mocking cold laugh, then turned elegantly, her long hair swirling in the air to form a beautiful arc, and then, without moving her shoulders, she stepped away from the hall with grace and determination.

It was decisive, swift, and left no room for negotiation.

Morrens, who had been through countless negotiations, was dumbfounded. He really wanted to believe that Jandice was just pretending. But judging from Jandice's heartbeat, breath, and the subtle expressions on her face, Jandice seemed to be ...taking pleasure in the elves' misfortune!

He guessed right. All the council members, the Sun King, and Prince Kael'thas guessed right.

Jandice and Duke, who stood behind her, truly didn't care about the fate of the elves.

Echoing in Jandice's mind were Duke's final instructions: "The only ones I care about are the Windrunner sisters. Not because of personal relationships, but because of the special value they possess. As for the elves... if they still look down on others with such arrogance on the brink of their city's destruction and their race's extinction, then let them drown in their ridiculous pride!"

What does the extinction of the high elves have to do with her, Jandice?

After Duke declared that they could win this war without any elves, Jandice's confidence grew even stronger.

This was not a political maneuver, but a genuine indifference.

One step, two steps... ten steps... twenty steps...

With each step Jandice took, the light and dignified sound of her footsteps made the council members' hearts sink further.

The situation seemed to have returned to 2800 years ago, the moment when the elves were on the brink of extinction.

Humans can exist without elves.

But elves cannot survive without the aid of humans.

After two defeats and with the Horde at the city gates, the high elves were no longer the superior race that could sit back and watch other races fight to the death.

A phoenix that has fallen is not as good as a chicken!

Now Quel'Thalas was that chicken.

Alleria, who had the best relationship with Duke, was disheartened, and the council members' indirect inquiries were met with indifference.

The public route was about to be blocked. It was strange that the council members were not anxious.

The Sunstrider royal family, who should have been the most restless, were determined to die with Silvermoon City, both the Sun King and Prince Kael'thas wore faces of the dead.

The council members were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

If there was absolute evidence that Alleria was Duke's woman, perhaps the council members would even resort to kidnapping and threats.

But that was just wishful thinking.

Even though the Windrunner family's power was weak, they were still the leaders among the rangers. To move against Alleria now, wouldn't that mean all the rangers, who were the most useful in the city defense, would defect?

Unconsciously, Jandice had reached the door of the hall. She calmly said, "Please activate the teleportation circle outside the council hall, I am leaving now, going back to my teacher's side."

The captain of the guards at the door was in a dilemma, whether to agree or not. He hesitated for a long time without uttering a word.

At this moment, all the council members in the hall cast murderous glances at Morrens. If looks could kill, Morrens would have been pierced by countless swords and fallen in a pool of blood.

After one last glance at the Sun King, who was determined to die with the city, Morrens knew that if he let Jandice go back like this, he would definitely not live to see tomorrow's sunrise. As soon as it got dark, he would be cut into pieces and thrown out of the city to feed the ogres.

"Miss Barov, please wait! The Silvermoon Council... is willing to initiate a motion, asking Sun King Anasterian Sunstrider to agree to open the doors of the Sunstrider Court, to welcome the arrival of Alliance hero Duke Marcus. Council members, those who agree with this motion, please raise your hands." Morrens glared at the council members behind him.

Alright, you bastards forced me to lose face, didn't you? If we're going to lose face, let's do it together. Whoever disagrees, I'll deal with them first!

And the result?

Of course, it was unanimously approved.

Sun King Anasterian finally opened his murky eyes: "Since it is a formal motion of the Silvermoon Council, for the continuation of Quel'Thalas, I agree."

Alright, the biggest obstacle has been cleared.

Jandice, with the expression of a victor, connected with Duke through a magical message, informing him of the situation here.

Unexpectedly, Duke's one sentence choked all the elves present.

"Negotiations? I don't have time!"