Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 318: Terms

Doesn't Alleria love Quel'Thalas?

Wrong! She loves her country more than any other elf. As the saying goes, the deeper the love, the deeper the hatred.

When Duke notified her for the first time, she arrived much earlier and rushed back to warn the Horde when they were far away in Hinterland.

She was ignored!

The second time she broke into the Silver Moon Council, she saw some progress, but she soon discovered that the Sun King and the Council were still arguing over power and profit when the enemy was at hand!

A group of high-ranking officials who had never been willing to understand the enemy, pulled together a small force of a mix of aces and miscellaneous troops, and actually thought they could defeat the well-prepared 100,000 elite tribal troops?

Unsurprisingly, Prince Kael'thas's first expedition brought the most terrible consequences.

Then the parliamentary party tried to take the lead and aimed to overwhelm the royal party. Also, without wanting to understand their enemies, they just served Orgrim and Zul'jin.

The 25,000-strong royalist army was defeated, with less than 5,000 returning.

Forty thousand of the Parliament's 'elite' troops were wiped out, with less than four hundred returning.

Including the loss of the garrison troops at the border, more than 70,000 high elves died in just one week. If we add the loss of civilians who did not have time to retreat, the total was 150,000.

High elves are not as populous as humans. Their long life span is countered by their low fertility rate, and high elves generally do not like to raise offspring too early. A generation that lasts for a thousand years is not uncommon at all.

This meant that the total population of the High Elves never exceeded one million.

How much capital do the high elves have to waste?

Alleria cried, begged, felt sad, and despaired. Even though Duke had repeatedly warned her that the high-ranking officials in Silvermoon City were just a bunch of bastards who didn't care about the lives of the people and dragged each other down for power. Before she had truly experienced all of this, Alleria always had a little yearning and hope for the Sun King and the Parliament.

Until this moment, the cruel reality taught her what it meant to be endlessly looking for death.

Until countless wooden stakes were erected in the open space outside Silvermoon City, and a dead elf was stuck on each stake.

Until outside the city, every 15 minutes, a group of elves would be chopped off and killed by cruel trolls amidst their wailing and despair.

Alleria finally gave up on the Sunstrider royal family and the Silvermoon Council!

Unexpectedly, at the end of their rope, these guys, like rats eager to escape from a sinking ship, remembered Duke's army. The elite troops that had been waiting at the border from the beginning and were strictly prohibited from entering. The reinforcements that Alleria had brought in at all costs a long time ago.

Alleria's cold answer gave the congressmen an ice bucket challenge.

After playing the political game for thousands of years, these congressmen already have ways to deal with almost any situation.

Agree does not mean complete agreement.

The offer was rejected because the price was too low.

I refused firmly because the price was ridiculously low.

These congressmen who have been playing the political game all their lives are most afraid of encountering such complete indifference. The other party refuses to communicate with you, which in itself means that there is no need to talk.

It was not until this time that the congressmen remembered that Duke had always sent a liaison officer to Silvermoon City.

They quickly gave up on the tough-as-nails Alleria and turned their attention to the diplomat who was also too young.

Ilucia Barov, the eldest daughter of the great noble Duke Barov of Alterac, and a student of the Alliance's deputy commander, Gambler Edmund?

This qualification would not be ignored by any king of a human kingdom. Even the arrogant elves dared to leave him alone in the state guesthouse for 10 days without paying any attention to him.

The only problem is that Miss Barov has the same astonishing age as her master. She is only 16 years old this year.

16 years old may be an age that is easily induced, but 16 years old can also be a time bomb because youth means impulsiveness.

A young man who holds a powerful weapon is an opponent that every politician would feel dreadful just thinking about, because all the predictions about his thinking patterns and the rules for adults may not apply to such a person.

They worry too much.

Ilucia, who had been left out for ten days, had no excitement, anger or joy, because Duke had told her about the treatment she might receive. In fact, Duke didn't want a young ms. like Ilucia to suffer in the military camp with her. Even though mages always get the best treatment, no matter how comfortable it is, it can never compare to Dalaran or her home, Caer Darrow.

Ilucia went to meet the king. She was dressed very appropriately, with flowing black hair, a perfect forehead ornament and necklace, a set of elegant aqua blue wizard robes, and the quiet temperament of a ms. from a noble family... Even the high elves who were extremely picky about their clothes and appearance could not find a single word to find fault with Ilucia.

"Ilucia Barov, the disciple of Grand Edmund Duke of Stormwind, greets the Sun King and members of the Silver Moon Council." It was a nearly formulaic greeting, without revealing any information.

The Sun King nodded and said, "The Silver Moon Council wants to talk to you about something." After that, he said nothing more, closed his eyes, and remained motionless as if he was under a petrification spell.

Senator Morens, now the acting speaker, stepped out of the crowd and said to Ilucia, "To be honest, Quel'Thalas is in a bit of trouble right now. The Silvermoon Council is grateful to Grand Edmund Duke for coming to our aid. We would like to discuss whether the Alliance of Lordaeron is willing to start negotiations on the admission of new members."

Ilucia's first words choked Chancellor Morens: "I can only represent the opinions of Grand Edmund Duke, not the Alliance of Lordaeron. If you need help with the Alliance, I suggest you go to Alliance Marshal Lothar or the most influential King Menethil in the Alliance."

This is clearly a challenge.

Everyone knew that Lothar and King Menethil were fighting in a tense battle in Silverpine Forest. They were too busy taking care of themselves to care about Quel'Thalas, which was far away and had given the Alliance a hard time.

The only one we can count on is Duke, the deputy commander of the alliance, and his troops.

The councillors were beaten to the point of vomiting blood by Ilucia's words. Morens had to ask, "What if the Silver Moon Council wants to have a formal face-to-face meeting with Sir Edmund?"

"Yes. But as a price for the cold shoulder you have given my teacher, I must attach a condition."