With her back against the wall next to the glass door of the terrace, Sylvanas gasped for air. Just a short while ago, she was already covered in cold sweat. The sweat stuck her beautiful golden hair into clumps, and the big beads of sweat flowed along her sexy collarbone and well-built chest, all the way to the deep ravine.
If Duke were here right now, he would be feasting his eyes.
Unfortunately, the only person beside her at the mont was Lirath, who had just returned from resting.
Lirath tilted her head, put on a nonchalant face, and blinked: "Second sister, what are you afraid of? They won’t kill you. Is being a queen so scary?"
The joke was very cold, but Sylvanas was awakened by it.
"Oh my god, what was I afraid of just now..."
Along with the voice, the call of "Her Majesty Queen Sylvanas" beca louder and louder in my ears.
Biting her red lips gently, Sylvanas used a very awkward excuse to evade her sister: "Windrunners should never be bound by anything."
"Bound? My eldest sister has been a Ranger General for thousands of years. Does that count as a bound? Or does my eldest and third sister falling in love with Duke also count as a bound?"
When the fourth sister ntioned Duke, Sylvanas’s face turned red.
Perhaps, it was because Lirath was so lacking in emotions that such an emotionless conversation made Sylvanas even more upset.
Will doing what you want to do beco a constraint?
Sylvanas’s delicate face twitched unconsciously: "Let calm down."
A few minutes later, as the noise outside reached the sky, a roar ca from the committee headquarters: "Lor’themar, get in here!"
Lor’themar, who was hiding in the alley three houses away, couldn’t help but smile bitterly: "As expected, there are no fools in the Windrunner family."
In the cellar of the headquarters, the sharp noises and shouts were reduced by more than 80%, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of wine. However, the guys here had no intention of enjoying this intoxicating fragrance.
Sylvanas was leaning against the wall of the cellar, leaning on a longbow, seemingly casually, but she exuded a powerful aura that made her look intimidating without even being angry.
Several guys shuddered when they ca in and shrank their heads subconsciously.
"We are all here. Now, Lor’themar, co clean. What on earth are you doing?"
Whether you stick your head out or hide your head, you will be shot. As long as the woman of Windrunner’s family finds the target, there is no way they will miss it.
Being singled out directly, Lor’themar could no longer be a grandson. When he was about to say sothing, Halduron took the lead and said, "It was a joint decision of the few of us to make you the queen."
"Those ’we’?" Sylvanas’s eyes sharpened. Each of the dozen or so guys in the front felt as if they were shot into a honeycomb by a rain of arrows.
"I."
"I!"
"And !"
Without hesitation or retreat, a large group of people stepped forward together.
Sylvanas was really choked. She had never thought that this "we" actually included every ranger captain she had led before. From the captain to the squad leader, there were more than thirty people in total.
"You...what are you doing? You suddenly ca up with this. Have you ever thought about how I feel? Now I am just like a despicable thief who ca back from afar to steal the throne!?"
The small pink fist hit the wall of the cellar. With the added strength of the heroic body that had been tempered by thousands of hamrs, the wall was like being hit by a teor hamr, and it cracked directly, with spider-web-like cracks spreading half a ter away.
Halduron took a step forward instead of retreating, and shouted, "Thief!? How could there be a thief in the Windrunner family! Big sister, you are underestimating yourself now, not us forcing you."
"I..."
Halduron interrupted, "We didn’t see any thieves. Did you see any?"
As soon as he waved his hand, there was an atmosphere of hundreds of responses all around him.
"without!"
"Where are the power thieves?"
"Big sister, you think too much."
"We are not blind."
"That’s right. That’s right."
Halduron continued, "We only saw a man nad Dar’Khan betray Quel’Thalas first. We also saw the man who was once our king betray us in the face of powerful evil. Even Prince Kael’thas, who was originally our last hope, betrayed us."
Following Halduron’s words, Lor’themar, who had been silent until then, took two steps forward and said, "However, at the very end, when each of us was in pain and despair, a ranger nad Sylvanas Windrunner stepped forward and beca our hope and our spiritual pillar! She led us and launched a desperate charge against Arthas."
"No! I’m not capable enough! My sister... yes! Alleria is much more capable than !" Sylvanas argued.
Liadrin suddenly said, "Maybe ms. Alleria is more powerful than you. But at that mont, it was you who appeared in front of the high elves, not your sister!"
Sylvanas was speechless for a mont, and then she imdiately said, "It doesn’t have to be . I can lead everyone temporarily, but if we form a council in the future, can’t everyone choose a more suitable leader?"
"No! No one is more suitable than you!" Halduron said firmly. He raised his hand and pointed to the top of his head: "Did you hear what everyone said? Almost all the survivors of the High Elves who can still move are here."
"I..."
Lor’themar took two more steps forward. He was so close that his nose almost touched Sylvanas’ forehead. He waved his arms vigorously, expressing his excitent to her with his body language.
"Whether we are willing to admit it or not, Quel’Thalas has collapsed. The plague has spread throughout the kingdom, and 80% of our land has been corrupted. We can’t even support 50,000 people. Perhaps we can do it after purifying the land. But that is in the future! Now we must evacuate most of the citizens, just like Stormwind Kingdom retreated north. Sylvanas, except for you, there is no one else who can serve as a bridge between the Sin’dorei and the Alliance! Rember! There is no other candidate!"
Sylvanas shuddered, she understood everything.
Promote her to the top.
It can be said to be fate, or it can be said to be inevitability.
When the top leaders are wiped out or even betrayed, the people psychologically need a new spiritual pillar.
Materially, the kingdom’s collapsing situation forced the entire kingdom to seek help from the alliance in order to avoid large numbers of citizens dying of starvation and disease.
However, for thousands of years, the high elves have been self-proclaid noble and have pursued a high degree of isolationism and xenophobia. Not to ntion the constant friction with neighboring Lordaeron, even other human and dwarf kingdoms have never given them a good face.
It cannot be said that he has enemies all over the world, but he has offended many people.
The Elf Kingdom has a negative rating in terms of favorability among various countries.
Of course it didn’t matter when the kingdom was strong in the past, but now that the kingdom has collapsed, it’s okay to humble yourself and ask others for help. The key is that the alliance itself is not having a good ti.
If everything was going well for the Alliance, Quel’Thalas would have collapsed. Due to the elves’ rejoining the Alliance, they might be able to get more sufficient material support.
Now Lordaeron is almost destroyed, and its originally vast territory is now less than one third left - the so-called Eastern Great Plains. Of course, more people now call it the Eastern Plaguelands.
Dalaran was also destroyed, and only one third of the mages escaped, which were considered the remaining survivors.
None of the forr alliance mbers had it easy:
Alterac zombies are running all over the mountains.
Stromgarde collapsed, Stromgarde fell, and even King Galen was turned into an undead.
Gilneas...
At the beginning, Gilneas still relied on the Greymane Wall to continue its isolationist policy.
During the first battle of Dalaran, Duke sent an envoy to Gilneas for help with a one in ten thousand hope, but was rejected by King Genn Greymane.
However, the Scourge did not let this isolated country go, and one of its main armies attacked the Greymane Wall while Duke was trying to evacuate the people of Lordaeron. In the face of the extrely disparate military strength, the latest news is that King Genn was forced to appoint Archmage Arugal to resist the invasion of the Scourge with a poisonous thod: summoning werewolves.
Although Arugal’s werewolves seed to be beginning to repel the invasion of the Scourge, they also indiscriminately attacked the surviving Lordaeron and Gilneans in Silverpine Forest. Moreover, the werewolf virus spread among them.
The mbers of the alliance are already busy taking care of themselves, so how can they have the energy to care about a race far to the north that is originally extrely xenophobic?
If there is anyone among the elves who can draw resources from within the Alliance, it is only the Windrunner sisters.
As we all know, the eldest and third sisters of the Windrunner family are about to change their surnas to Edmund. Originally, Sylvanas, the goddess in everyone’s heart, seed to have escaped Duke’s clutches, but it was soon confird that it was just a beautiful illusion.
Right before the steps of the Sunstrider’s court, the two kissed. Although it seed like an illusion and I couldn’t see clearly, how could the perception of a high-ranking ranger be so easily concealed?
What’s more, if it was really nothing, would the Grand Duke of Stormwind Kingdom and Supre Commander of the Alliance be willing to risk his life to co and rescue a random ranger general?
"I...I...I don’t actually have any close relationship with Duke!" Sylvanas argued to herself as if she was a little overwheld.
This ti no one refuted her, but everyone had an expression on their face that said, "Whether you believe it or not, I don’t believe it anyway."
Fortunately, Lor’themar and his friends had been with the Windrunners for many years and knew their personalities very well. Others wanted to persuade them to join, but Lor’themar helped them to stop the fight.
"Okay, okay! We are not forcing you on purpose, but please calm down and think carefully. We will leave first and give you so ti and space." After he said this, the guys imdiately cleared up.
Explaining the righteousness of the matter to Alleria might be effective. As for Sylvanas... it’s a bit risky. For this second sister who is known as the most rebellious of the Windrunner family, abandoning the ss and doing nothing is also an option!
"ms. Sylvanas Windrunner knows everyone’s good intentions. She promised to seriously consider everyone’s proposals and give a response as soon as possible. But our compatriots are still suffering, and we have more things to do urgently. Please disperse first. If there is any latest news, our National Salvation Committee will inform everyone as soon as possible."
This is what Lor’themar announced to the elves outside.
Sounds fine, right?
Think about it, the thousands of elves gathered outside were instigated by Lor’themar, so he is naturally capable of calming everyone down first. If Sylvanas really makes any moves, he will probably launch a petition of 100,000 people right away.
As soon as they drove everyone away, Lor’themar grabbed Halduron by the collar and said, "Keep an eye on the big sister. If she wants to leave Quel’Thalas, you must stop her even if you die. The only thing we can play now is the emotional card."
"Yeah! I understand!" Halduren nodded vigorously.
Little did they know that after being strengthened by the Storm Altar, the hearing ability of the four Windrunner sisters was no longer what it used to be.
Two cross-shaped blue veins appeared on Sylvanas’ forehead. At this mont, she wanted to kill her brother with her own hands.
Lirath tilted her head and said, "Second sister, I think you should ask Duke for his opinion."
Sylvanas was a little angry on the spot: "Why ask him?!"
"Duke is a human with a lot of ideas. You see, that Jaina claims to be Duke’s fiancée, but she never gets any benefits from it. But he takes good care of us elves. Since Lor’themar and the others want to smooth over the Alliance through our sisterly relationship, Duke must agree to help."
Lirath didn’t say much, but she instantly hit the nail on the head.
Before the attack on Quel’Thalas, Sylvanas and Duke had not seen each other for ten years. Ten years is nothing to an elf, but it can make a big difference to a human.
It seems that he has a good relationship with the eldest sister and the third sister, but what about her?
How should the confusing accounts between him and her be settled?
Sylvanas was in a state of confusion.
After taking a deep breath, she decided to secretly go see Duke.
Duke was also very busy during these three days. In addition to arranging for the Alliance to send personnel to help with disaster relief and arranging hundreds of thousands of Scarlet Crusade soldiers to go south through Eversong Woods into the Eastern Plaguelands to support the holy city of Strathol, he also had to keep a close eye on the Sunwell.
Historically, the Sunwell was forced to be blown up because it was too corrupt.
But there are so things that Duke, a human being, cannot interfere with.
The High Elves’ holy objects could only be decided by the High Elves themselves. The only thing Duke could do was to let Daelin’s old lover, the Moon-class Elf Mage JainaGolden Sword, keep an eye on the Sunwell. When he couldn’t hold on any longer, that would be the ti for him, Duke, to appear.
He used the system’s "inner vision" to sense his own magic circuit. The current circuit has more than doubled compared to before he ca to Quel’Thalas.
The speed and flow of magic power have increased exponentially, but it is still so distance away from qualitative change.
Duke sighed, "Just waiting for the Sunwell."
Suddenly, Vanessa knocked on the door: "Master, Miss Sylvanas wants to see you."
"Huh!?" Duke was a little confused.
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