Sheriel and Zixuan met again after a long separation, and were chatting with each other with their eyes. The drama that Chu Ci had been waiting for for a long time finally began.

A nobleman was shocked, and a strange voice suddenly appeared in his heart, prompting him to open his mouth rudely and questioning disturbed the harmonious atmosphere.

"Ms. Aurelia, how many troops did you bring?"

Everyone's face suddenly stiffened, Aurelia's face was slightly dim, but she still said proudly: "There are four hundred elves wizards, five hundred elves rangers, and one hundred elves priests, each of which is a good player who has experienced many battles."

The high elves of Quelthalas have reproduced to this day, with a total population of less than 200,000. This time, one thousand high elves were sent, undoubtedly for the sake of Anduin Lothar, a direct descendant of the Araso Empire. Otherwise, Quelthalas would be likely to only support a batch of military materials in the alliance, just like in the game plot.

But this undoubtedly did not meet the psychological requirements of the league. The crowd began to whisper, and someone couldn't help but ask loudly: "Are there only a thousand high elves? Where are the higher professionals in Quel'thalas?"

Aurelia's green eyes were a little sad: "I will bring another news this time. King Anastarien and the Silver Moon Council decided that only these reinforcements would be sent, and other troops would be used to guard the land of Quel'thalas."

As soon as the words were spoken, the crowd suddenly burst into pieces, and all kinds of unpleasant words were heard.

"The shameless high elves dare to turn against the ancient covenant!"

"The despicable long ears, betrayal is their nature, and arrogance is their original sin!"

"That's right, if it weren't for the help of humans, these lowly elves would have been slaughtered by trolls!"

Silver Moon Forest is the territory of Quelthalas, the whole world knows that Silver Moon City is located at the northernmost end of the continent and is the farthest geographical location from orcs. Orcs do not have the ability to threaten Quelthalas's homeland. Such excuses are not even believed by a three-year-old child.

Aurelia is not very good at dealing with such scenes. She feels embarrassed in the face of everyone's scolding and despises, and wants to explain something, but the facts are in front of her and cannot be ignored. Even the two elves guards behind her become at a loss.

Zixuan held Chu Ci's palm tightly: "Husband"

"Don't worry, I'm here." Chu Ci turned around and pinched Zixuan's palm and gently patted the back of her hand.

In the crowd, Lord Presto watched the good show with pride, feeling full of disdain. With a little provocation, he laid the fuse for the division between humans and elves.

At this moment, another pure mental power appeared in the field, and no one except Lord Presto noticed its existence.

A priest of the Holy Light suddenly spoke: "Friends in the Alliance, please listen to me!"

The crowd gradually calmed down and turned its attention to the young priest behind Archbishop Alonsos Fao. Old Master Fao also looked at the apprentice behind him in a little surprised, as if guessing what he wanted to say.

Turayan stood up from behind Teacher Fa'ao and stood in everyone's eyes.

"Friends, you keep saying that the High Elves of Quelthalas betrayed the Covenant, but you have thought about what the vows of the ancient Covenant was written! Although we humans helped the High Elves defeat the trolls, the High Elves also taught the mystery of human magic. This is a fair and equal transaction! Moreover, the original treaty was only aimed at the trolls, and did not say that one side was fighting, the other side must send troops to support them."

"However, according to the covenant made by Emperor Soladin a thousand years ago, the higher elves have an obligation." Different voices appeared in the crowd.

"Does the Araso Empire still exist?" Tulayan suddenly increased his voice and scolded: "The Araso Empire has become history. Do we humans still shamelessly pick up the dusty covenant and shamelessly demand selfless dedication from others?

When did human beings become so cowardly!

When will humans become afraid of enemies, fear of death, and even place hope in the hands of other races!”

Turayan's indignant words, and everyone lowered their heads in shame, so he eased his tone a little, and his young voice showed a bit of stability: "Now, the barbaric orcs invade our homeland, the Storm Kingdom is destroyed, and the orc army is heading towards Lordaeron. Are you afraid of the invincible orc army?"

Without waiting for someone to speak, Tulayan took it on his own: "Yes, of course I'm afraid, even I'm afraid."

The crowd was a little turbulent, and Turayan ignored it and raised his voice again: "However, can we be afraid? The world is big and the world is small. Orcs are cruel and violent. Think about your family, raising your parents, dependent lovers, and your children. When the orcs' war burned down your home, can you continue to be afraid?

Humble and timid fellow humans, please stand up. In the era of Alaso, human beings have never been defeated by foreign enemies. Thousands of years ago we helped the high elves defeat the trolls, and thousands of years later, we can also take up weapons and defeat the orcs!

Fellows, forget the assistance of the High Elves, please pick up the weapons in your hands. No matter how many warriors are sacrificed or how many setbacks we will encounter, we will drive the green-skinned monsters into the sea and drown.

The enemy is far away!”

The emotional speech ended, and the crowd was still silent. The mental power that controlled Tulayan escaped from the body of the little priest. Just when he was about to cry and was crying, Alsace suddenly stood up, pulled out the guard's sword and jumped onto the city wall, stimulating the power of faith on his body, like a dazzling sun, and the tender voice echoed in the square: "Pick up our weapons, the enemy is in the distance!"

With the first to speak, the crowd boiled again, and even the kings in high positions were very excited.

"Pick up the weapon!"

"The enemy is far away!"

Mr. Fao raised his beard excitedly and whispered: "Pick up the weapon, the enemy is far away! Well said, so good! Turayan, you really have it!"

Turayan was so embarrassed that he was not what he wanted to say just now. His body was invaded by others. Although he fought desperately, he could never escape the clutches and his body was uncontrollable.

In the boiling crowd, Lord Presto's handsome face was filled with gloom. This was different from what the script said, but fortunately, the gap between humans and high elves has already emerged, as long as

Before Lord Presto could finish his thoughts, Alsace came out in time to finish the fight: "Dear Ms. Aurelia, please let me apologize to you on behalf of Lordaeron's people. The population of high elves has always been small, and the fertility rate is extremely low. Sending a thousand elite troops this time will be of great help to us. Please don't mind too much."
Chapter completed!