Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 317: Shame

The heart of Sun King Anasterian bleeds.

Prince Kael'thas' heart is bleeding.

The usually high-handed members of the Silver Moon Council all hung their heads.

Not only that, in the magnificent hall, almost every elf lowered their proud heads.

The coalition forces of orcs and trolls have already reached the gates of the great Silvermoon City.

The magic defense system that they were so proud of was once again broken by a warlock named Gul'dan.

Looking into the distance, tears flowed from the corners of the Sun King's eyes, which already had crow's feet.

I still remember that the founding king Dath'Remar organized the upper elves to disperse and contain the trolls while continuing to move north. After experiencing countless hardships, he found a paradise in the dense forest - a place that could maintain the bloodline of the upper elves.

This place is surrounded by mountains and the sea, easy to defend and difficult to attack, the land is fertile and the spring is bright and beautiful.

Dath'Remar poured the bottle of eternal water into a small lake here, creating another well of eternity - today's Sunwell. He named this place Quel'Thalas. He named the new city Silvermoon City and personally drew up the architectural blueprint of Silvermoon City, retaining the luxurious and beautiful architectural style of the upper elves.

In order to distinguish themselves from their compatriots who stayed in Kalimdor, and to always remember their former noble status, Dath'Remar renamed the group of upper elves who moved to Quel'Thalas as Quel'dorei - the High Elves, implying that "we are no longer nobles of the lower races, but possess higher wisdom, and have since separated from the Kaldorei clan system that their ancestors have used for generations."

Before Silvermoon City was completely completed, the reborn high elves could not wait to make Dath'Remar their king. Yes, they needed a kingship, a strong man who could control the overall situation. Dath'Remar was undoubtedly the most suitable choice. He was brave, decisive, ambitious, tolerant, but also cunning, agile, cold, and proud. All the qualities that a king should have can be found in him without exception, and even more precious qualities can be found.

He is the first king of Quel'Thalas, Dath'Remar Sunstrider!

This is the origin of the Sunstrider family!

In the Troll Wars that lasted thousands of years, the High Elves were almost wiped out. The then royal successor Anasterian personally decided to ask for help from humans. For 2,800 years, the Silvermoon Council has been attacking the king for giving too much to humans in order to gain more power.

At this moment, the Sun King, sitting on the supreme throne, said nothing, his sharp eyes sweeping over each Silver Moon councillor.

Every member of parliament felt his scalp tingling.

The Sun King turned around slightly, his red robe with gold edges moving on the throne platform like a rising sun engulfing the darkness, holding the golden Phoenix Scepter tightly in his pale but still powerful hands. The scepter still reflected the splendor of the palace, and it shone with a golden luster like the sun.

The pale face lost all expression of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness; it was cold, indifferent, and unhurried.

The voice of the Sun King finally rang out in the hall.

"Members of the Silver Moon Council, when I asked for help as a king, you only gave my son a mediocre army to fight against the brutal orcs. You held the best elite troops you could imagine. If my son's failure is exchanged for your success, it will be a victory for the high elves after all. But now, how do you repay my concession to you?"

The Sun King said, imitating the voice of the former Speaker of Silver Moon.

"I have Admiral Panfenis!"

The next moment, the Sun King's cry was replaced by the messenger's terrified cry.

"Your Majesty, it's bad. Pamphilis was killed by the orc chieftain Lucker..."

The sound switched again.

"I have Rusfang, the master of arcane."

"Your Majesty, it's bad again. Master Rusfang was killed by the enemy's two-headed ogre Cho'gal."

Every time the Sun King changed his voice, it was like a huge slap in the face of the remaining Silver Moon Councillors. Every Councillor's face felt hot and they could not help but lower their heads even lower.

Finally, one of the members couldn't help but said, "Your Majesty, we can actually ask for help from humans..."

"I have to go to your Silver Moon Council! Because of my request for help, you have scolded me for 2,800 years. If you don't go this time, then the bloodline of the Sunstrider King family may be cut off in Silver Moon City."

"Your Majesty!?" Almost every high elf noble in the hall cried out in shock.

The king is going to fight to the bitter end!

You know, there are less than 30,000 soldiers left in Silvermoon City. Although it is possible to organize capable civilians for defense, rushing into battle is no different from killing the goose that lays the golden eggs. It seems that Silvermoon City cannot be defended by the elves alone.

No one will be happy if Silvermoon City is breached. There is no way back to Kalimdor. There is no place for the high elves to stand on this continent filled with smoke and flames of war.

Cold sweat soaked the backs of all the congressmen.

"No! Your Majesty, please be careful with your words and thoughts!" the parliamentarians shouted.

The Sun King seemed to have lost his hearing. He sat on the throne like an ice sculpture, not saying a word. He just watched the noise below quietly. Kael'thas wanted to say something, but in the end, his body trembled violently and he stopped moving.

At this time, a large number of nobles and parliamentarians finally remembered an elf.

One was ignored by all elves because of "having secret dealings" with outsiders, and the other was ignored because of "knowing about the invasion of the Horde early on but not resolutely attracting the attention of the top leaders". The third elf still stands in the hall with his head held high until now - Alleria Windrunner.

Countless pairs of eyes looked at the female ranger general standing at the end of the hall.

Yes! It was in this moment of despair that they remembered this heroine who had always been bold and outspoken but was rejected by the mainstream power.

Sylvanas, who was standing quietly beside Alleria, suddenly raised her head and said in the language of the wind that no one else could hear: "Sister! You must not be soft-hearted towards these bastards! If you don't cut off this rotten flesh, Quel'Thalas will perish sooner or later."

A colleague who was once high and mighty looked at her and walked in front of Alleria, saying in an almost flattering tone: "ms. Alleria, regarding the siege of Silvermoon City, the Council would like to know your opinion."

I was excited! I was angry! I resented why the high elves kept so many termites! I roared why the high-level officials refused to listen to any reasonable opinions.

But when the top management actually condescended to "listen" to her opinions, Alleria felt a sense of... indifference!

That's right, it is a kind of indifference that is most sorrowful than a dead heart.

"I have no objection." Alleria replied calmly.