CHAPTER 715: QUEEN B?

Alliances in history can be divided into two stages.

The first was an alliance centered around the seven human nations that were seemingly united but actually divided at the time.

The second stage was the alliance that was later known to players like Duke, which integrated multiple races and became increasingly powerful.

People often say that the old tribes were cruel and murderous, massacring villages and cities everywhere, and that the old tribe that killed millions of people was a bunch of trash.

In Duke’s opinion, the old alliance, which was previously the Alliance of Lordaeron, was not a good thing either.

After the initial momentum of working together to fight the Hordes wore off, the countries immediately became small "alliances" that put their own national interests first.

At that time, the seemingly fair but actually greedy leader, Terenas Menethil, was also taking the lead in seeking personal gain. As the saying goes, if the top beam is not straight, the bottom beam will be crooked, so it is hard to blame the countries led by Quel’Thalas and Gilneas for withdrawing from the alliance.

It turns out that the high elves did have their shitty side in history, but later when Kael’thas led the blood elves to rejoin the Alliance they were looked down upon, so we can’t put all the blame on the elves.

If Arthas’s Scourge hadn’t swept across the entire northern continent of Lordaeron and killed those old kings who were just sitting there doing nothing, there wouldn’t have been King Varian, nicknamed "King Varian" by players, who would have become a great leader and leader of the Alliance.

The emergence of the Scourge is undoubtedly a catastrophe.

From another perspective, without the Scourge, the world’s public enemy, there would be no much purer Alliance later.

On the Horde side, if you are unhappy with the chief, you can challenge him directly. If you win, the throne of the chief will be yours.

If you are in the Alliance, it is impossible for you to be as simple and violent as the Horde.

It was impossible for Duke to kill Anasterian, Terenas, or even Antonidas himself, which meant that Duke had to use Arthas to do it.

Duke is well aware that this approach is a bit unpleasant.

It will be much more comfortable to think from the other side.

No rainbow without wind and rain.

It is because of Arthas’ help in cleaning up the garbage that Duke can make great strides in the next alliance.

Standing on the hill of Quel’Danath and overlooking the entire island, the whole island was in ruins. The attack of the Scourge not only destroyed everything on the island, but also turned all the elite guards into undead.

No one dared to be careless with these undead beings resurrected by the Lich King himself. They had the clergy use holy water to clean the bodies and purify their souls before burying them.

It’s not a burial, but a water burial, typical of the seafaring people of Kul Tiras.

Thousands of corpses were neatly arranged on makeshift rafts, which slowly drifted towards the distant ocean under the force of the tide.

On the coast, tens of thousands of high elves wept inconsolably.

As representatives of the Alliance, Duke, Mograine, Abendis and Sylvanas stood side by side on the podium, watching the ceremony silently.

"Ready... fire..." Lor’themar Theron raised his hand, and the rangers lined up on the shore shot rockets at the raft filled with flammable materials.

Flames shot up into the sky, and along with the burning bodies came the distinctive sound of a high-elf flute.

The young men and women of the high elves held hands and sang a sad requiem...

The dead are gone, but the living still have many important things to do.

Inside the largest military tent of the alliance, everyone’s shoulders were weighed down with pressure, and they felt as if they couldn’t breathe.

"First of all, I would like to thank the Alliance for putting aside past grudges and allowing our high elves to return to the embrace of the Alliance. Here, we, the entire Quel’Thalas Salvation Committee, would like to formally express our deep gratitude to the Alliance!" Sylvanas and the other remaining bigwigs bowed deeply to Duke.

The elves also knew that with the Sunwell now polluted and the entire kingdom in ruins, if they did not cling to the Alliance, they would be wiped out.

At least you have to show enough posture.

"Fighting against the evil Scourge is what every living person on the continent should do. I hope Quel’Thalas can quickly put its internal affairs in order and send elite troops to join the Alliance. The Alliance urgently needs the power of high elf rangers and high-level mages." Duke also responded in official language.

"Where will the Alliance deploy its troops next?" Lor’themar asked first.

Duke glanced at Mograine and other Lordaeron people around him and nodded. "We will first go south through Eversong Woods and join forces with Turalyon and Saidan Dathrohan’s army. Since we cannot save the entire continent, we must at least ensure that the Scourge does not spread further. Recently, that place has been called the Eastern Plaguelands... This is not only sad for the people of Lordaeron, it makes everyone sad."

Unlike the original history, this time the Scourge was teleported directly to the elves. This saved the holy city of Stratholme. Since Duke now had the Scarlet Crusade as his main force, he naturally had to follow public opinion and save half of the old territory of Lordaeron first.

At this time, Abendis also reported: "Now, the entire Tirisfal Glades and Silverpine Forest have been occupied by undead creatures. According to the latest statistics...we conservatively estimate that there are more than 5 million undead creatures entrenched in the Old Territory of Dalaran at the moment, and we do not rule out the possibility of more than 10 million. And the proportion of high-level undead creatures seems to be gradually increasing."

This number made the high elves’ faces twitch.

How many troops can the Alliance mobilize now? Including the poorly trained militia, a million at most. Not every soldier is as good as a Paladin. It’s a great achievement to be able to pull out a Paladin among 100 ordinary soldiers.

The numbers before us truly make all living people despair.

Fortunately, most of the undead are zombies and skeletons, and there are not many ghouls. If they were all death knights, then everyone might as well just run into each other and die and be loyal to the Lich King.

Abendis continued, "There is some good news. Our former Alliance commander, Lord Anduin Lothar, has returned to the battlefield. He is leading the main force of Stormwind Kingdom led by Duke Bolvar Fordragon and has joined the main force of Ironforge. They are preparing to launch a cross-sea landing and bridge-grabbing battle to recapture Arathi Highlands."

The situation is very clear. The bigwigs of the Alliance hope that in the near future, the two routes will converge, one from the northeast to the southwest. The other is to the south, and then meet in Dalaran to drive the Scourge out of the continent of Lordaeron.

Duke was the only one who sighed.

There was no need to go through so much trouble. As long as Archimonde came out, the war in Lordaeron would be over. He specifically opened up the western defense line of the entire continent just to get Arthas and Archimonde out of here as soon as possible!

The meaningless discussion ended quickly.

A new shock emerged.

Sylvanas’s expression changed several times: "What!? You want me to be the queen?"

A relatively intact luxurious villa in the west of Silvermoon City. Because the original owner followed the Sun King and joined the Scourge as a lich, there was really no more suitable house nearby, so it was simply requisitioned by the National Salvation Committee as a temporary headquarters.

In the largest room on the third floor, Sylvanas received the biggest unexpected news since the invasion of the Scourge.

Arthas’ invasion did not scare Sylvanas.

Dar’khan’s vile betrayal did not shock Sylvanas.

Even her own king’s leadership in joining the Lich King could not stop Sylvanas from moving forward.

But the scene outside at this moment easily frightened Sylvanas.

It was normal for the headquarters to have so many people, as the Sun King had betrayed, the prince had been exiled, and the Silvermoon Council had completely collapsed. All situations in the entire kingdom had to be summarized here and requested for approval.

The injured need medical attention.

The previous burial at sea was only for the dead on Quel’Danath Island. In the kingdom’s homeland, there were many more dead who needed to be purified and buried.

There are a lot of undead creatures running around, so a mopping-up team needs to be sent out.

Then there was the spread of the plague, and signs of instability in the contaminated Sunwell.

All things are complicated, but Sylvanas has seen big scenes after all:

Give the Undead Hunt to Halduron.

Leave healing and purification to Liadrin.

Let my fourth sister search for the remaining enemies.

Leave the internal affairs to the smartest one, Lor’themar.

The Scourge destroyed almost everything. The entire country of Quel’Thalas lacked everything: medicine, food, tents, clean water...

"If you need anything, just go and ask Duke. Just tell him it was me who said it!" Sylvanas showed her feminine power, and it really worked.

Even though the elves were so anxious that they almost had to rob the goods, the Alliance’s quartermasters had to accept it.

Who says Sylvanas is Duke’s legendary sister-in-law?

After three days, when the situation in the country was initially stabilized, Sylvanas, who had not slept for three days and three nights, was suddenly startled by the shouting from outside, and the elves of the National Salvation Committee were also shocked. Sylvanas took the lead and rushed out with a longbow and a dagger, and saw an extremely shocking scene. Many elves came from all directions and all came to the downstairs of this small villa.

"ms. Sylvanas Windrunner!"

"Can you come out for a moment!?"

"We need your leadership!"

At a glance, there are at least two to three thousand elves here, and the number is still increasing.

Sylvanas directly stuck the dagger into the wooden railing of the third-floor terrace and shouted domineeringly:

"If you need instructions, I believe you have received clear instructions. If you still lack anything, you can tell me or any member of the National Salvation Committee. If you are confident in your abilities, you can also recommend yourself to join the National Salvation Committee. What are you doing here? We still have many compatriots who need your help and rescue! Now our kingdom needs the strength of every one of you."

"No - we need you!" A ranger captain stood up, and Sylvanas recognized him. Divin, a man who had been with her for a thousand years, had fought trolls, orcs, and the Scourge, and could be said to be an old veteran.

Seeing him come out, Sylvanas was also stunned.

Diwen continued shouting, "There are rumors that after you have quelled the troubles in the kingdom, you will return to your fiefdom in Elwynn Forest."

"I..." Sylvanas was stunned. With the country in crisis, she had never thought about this. She had thought that she had abandoned her duties in the Edmund family and ran back to Eversong Forest to separate herself from Duke and his forces. Now it seemed that was not the case at all. Duke had never regarded her as a traitor. Besides, there was that kiss... that arrow shot by both of them...

Who knew that her hesitation would immediately make the elves below go crazy.

"Woohoo! The rumors are actually true."

"Is our only remaining hero going to abandon us?"

"Who can lead us out of this desperate situation?"

"Before it was trolls, last time it was orcs, now it’s bones, oh my god - and the Burning Legion..."

"Is Quel’Thalas really going to perish?"

Pessimism was spreading faster than the plague, and hundreds of female elves almost burst into tears on the spot.

Sylvanas was anxious: "I... I never said I was leaving. As long as my comrades need me, as long as Eversong Forest still needs me, I will not leave--"

"But you’ve already left once!" Di Wen’s loud shout was like throwing a torch into a warehouse of explosives. The crowd immediately went wild.

Yes! Thirteen years ago, the Windrunner sisters were treated most unfairly because of the fucked-up king and Silvermoon Council. Although Duke blackmailed the Windrunner sisters, the elves generally believed that it was the king and the council who jointly forced the heroes who were annoying the top leaders to leave.

"No--"

"Don’t leave us."

"We need you! ms. Sylvanas—"

At this time, someone shouted, "Stay here. Since Sunstrider is such a jerk, you can be our queen!"

These words seemed to wake someone up from a dream.

"Queen? Yes—Queen!"

"This is such a great idea, why didn’t we think of it!?"

"Yes! Queen——"

"Queen."

"Queen!"

"Queen--"

"Long live Her Majesty Queen Sylvanas!"

"Long live Her Majesty Queen Sylvanas!"

Before they knew it, the elves were shouting louder and louder, the numbers were spectacular and the scene was shocking.

From dozens of people at the beginning, to hundreds of people, and finally thousands of people shouted in unison, the sound was so loud that it resounded through the sky. This huge sound wave even spread beyond Silvermoon City and reached the open space outside the city where tents were pitched.

After a few moments, voices could be heard from outside the city that were just as loud as here, shouting "Long live Queen Sylvanas!"

Sylvanas was confused at this time.

From the moment she decided to come back to save the country, she didn’t think about it anymore.

Defending her homeland and protecting the forest she loved so much was as natural to Sylvanas as eating and drinking. She never thought that she would one day sit on the supreme throne because of this.

In her imagination, power was an extremely distant thing. After all, when she came back, she still had the entire Silvermoon Council and the Sunstrider father and son above her.

Who would have thought that there would be a day when he would ascend the throne as everyone expected.

She was scared.

I was really scared.

She had faced countless powerful enemies, and had been on the brink of life and death more than once. She had never felt such fear against trolls, orcs, or even the great lich Anasterian, who had once been her king.

At that moment, she was really scared and she shrank back like an ostrich.

She stepped back incredibly quickly and closed the patio door in one smooth motion.