CHAPTER 704: READY

Seeing their boss being so awesome, the elven army, which had been in a very bad state due to the Death Knights’ counterattack and was showing signs of collapse, suddenly burst into excited cheers.

"Ohhhh—"

"Kill the leader of the damned!"

Halduron did not expect that he would actually hear slogans like "Long live Sylvanas--" and "Long live the goddess of war!" from Lor’themar’s mouth.

His cry was immediately responded by the elves!

"Long live Sylvanas—" Such voices echoed throughout the beach.

Standing on a high hill, Sylvanas faced the wind. The thick dark clouds seemed to become thinner because of the fall of the two Scourge commanders. A ray of golden sunlight shone through the gap in the clouds, shining on Sylvanas, making her figure suddenly great.

It was a visual impact that was irresistible to mortals, as if a god had descended to the earth.

"Ah! The goddess of war!"

"The goddess of war—"

The elves’ fighting spirit was clearly intensifying.

Halduron quickly flashed to Lor’themar’s side and grabbed his friend’s shoulder: "Lor’themar, what are you doing..."

Unexpectedly, Lor’themar pulled him over and whispered in his ear: "Isn’t it good now? The kingdom is falling apart. Our king and prince have betrayed their subjects and are pushing all the elves into the abyss of death. We may be able to hold on for a while, but what about next? The high elves need a hero! A banner! A leader!"

Halduron’s pupils suddenly shrank. He completely understood what his friend meant. He couldn’t help but breathe faster. "In fact, if it was Alleria..."

His meaning was very clear. If the kingdom must have a new queen, then the steady and generous Alleria would undoubtedly be more suitable.

Lor’themar said solemnly: "They are all Windrunner sisters. I don’t think it makes much difference to Edmund Duke. Moreover, at this moment when the kingdom is destroyed, it is Sylvanas who stands here!"

To be a hero, strength, timing and luck are all essential!

Maybe Alleria is more suitable, but now she is trapped in Karazhan in the void, and she has no royal blood, so the people will only recognize Sylvanas who stood up when they were most desperate! Instead of Alleria, who has a better personality and is more suitable, and not Kael’thas who once knelt!

Moreover, given the relationship between Duke and the Windrunner sisters, no matter which one comes to power, they will definitely receive the full support of the Alliance. This is absolutely of utmost importance for the extremely weak Quel’Thalas.

After thinking quickly, Halduron finally nodded.

At this moment, Sylvanas, who was focused on fighting, didn’t know that her two most trusted subordinates were ready to help her get promoted. She fought with all her heart.

When the armies of the Alliance and the elves successfully occupied the beachhead and sent reinforcements ashore continuously, as the battle line moved forward, the commanders of both sides saw two torrents, one red and one golden, converging together.

Thirteen years.

There have been disputes.

There have been some dirty deeds.

There was hostility.

I once thought that the differences in ideas and the escalating frictions on the border would eventually lead to war. After all, there are countless examples of this in history. Who would have thought that today, the kings of both Lordaeron and Quel’Thalas are dead...

Grand Duke Mograine, holding Ashbringer in hand, stood amidst the red torrent of Lordaeron’s heavy cavalry, gazing at the golden formation not far away. Leading the way was a heroic female war god riding a white chocobo with a bow slung over her back.

Mograine muttered to himself: "Damn it, won’t both countries have a queen..."

The human side had long known about Quel’Thalas, but sometimes the so-called official business is just that. Under the order, the messenger knight raised the banner of inquiry, a blue alliance flag, and then pointed to the north -

Are we still allies?

Without any hesitation, the elf raised a holy flag with a gold border and a white background. On the flag was a pair of clasped hands, one of the elf’s and the other of a human’s.

That was the flag that the former Sun King Anasterian and Emperor Thoradin decided to use together 2,800 years ago when they formed an alliance.

This flag has only one meaning - the sacred oath is still in effect!

The two teams were getting closer.

Mograine and Sylvanas saw each other. They were not familiar with each other, having met several times but never had a detailed conversation. However, they had experienced the Second Dark Gate War together and had no hatred, so they were familiar with each other when they met.

"When will we attack north?" Sylvanas’s face was filled with anxiety.

The elves are now fighting with all their might, but their strength is always limited. The key still depends on the alliance.

Mograine glanced at the dwarven steam tanks that were driving onto the beach from the ice, then turned his gaze back to the brilliant and dazzling magical battle in the distance.

"It will be hard for us to move forward unless the match above is decided."

The Scourge’s miscellaneous soldiers are easy to deal with, but...

Their eyes were all fixed on the decisive battle between the two top mages of the time.

The combat capability beyond this world cannot be ignored.

Just like thirteen years ago in Arathi Highlands, an army of nearly 300,000 was unable to advance an inch due to the fierce attack of the Red Dragonflight.

If they cannot defeat the opponent’s Dawn-level powerhouse, then the coalition forces of the Alliance and the Elves will pay an extremely heavy price even if they successfully stop Arthas.

This is an extraordinary duel between Edmund Duke, who is considered by the outside world to be the new Grand Mage of Dawn, and Antonidas, the veteran Dawn powerhouse.

In this battle, Antonidas did try to recruit helpers. However, whether it was the two former Kirin Tor councilors who had fallen into liches, or the Moon-class warlock from the Cult of the Damned, they were all stopped by the Alliance.

Krasus, who had transformed into human form again, Daelin’s old lover JainaGoldensword, and Duke’s theoretical fiancée ms. Jaina Proudmoore all went into battle and tightly entangled those evil mystics.

This made Antonidas feel bitter.

Mortals always think that Antonidas is the strongest in the world. Every magic mystic always envies the endless magic power of Master Antonidas, which is like the sun.

Only when you reach the Antonidas level will you understand that even Antonidas has different levels. Antonidas means the sun of the morning, and the sun is a star in the standard sense of astronomy. According to the ancient magic classification, referring to the star brightness classification, the archmage who has just stepped into Antonidas is only a sixth-level Antonidas, and the strongest first-level Antonidas is 100 times stronger than the sixth-level.

After his magic circuit was stolen, Antonidas finally returned to the fifth level. He felt like he had bumped headfirst into the real sun...