This day was later known as the Night Elves' Initial Manifesto Day.

On this very day, only a few thousand of the 300,000 regular troops of the Kingdom of Severn fled to the nearest city to the fortress of Brak. All the other soldiers fell forever on the way from the fortress of Braque to the city.

A full 300,000 corpses, thus forming a flesh road, stretching out of the fortress of Brak. The condensation of countless undead made even some scavengers dare not approach. It won't be long before this man-made "feng shui treasure land" will attract many necromancers.

However, if the necromancer did dare to appear on the land of the Night Elves, the Night Elves would not be polite to these guys who played with corpses.

Corpses are everywhere, it is really corpses everywhere, as if he has lost his soul, Duke Webster, who walked out of the fortress of Braque, looked at the endless sea of corpses that stretched into the distance, and muttered in his mouth.

It wasn't until the huntress and the eagle knights who had gone out of the city to slaughter them returned to Fortress Brac that Duke Webster came to his senses, and then rushed to the negotiating hall and stood in front of Tyrande full of rage.

"You are slaughtering captives! It will receive everyone's contempt! Aren't we still discussing the Tyrande Sacrifice? How could you behave in such a monstrous act," Duke Webster shouted at Tyrande with emotion.

However, in the next second, he couldn't roar. A hand as strong as an eagle's claw grabbed Duke Webster's collar and lifted him up—Illidan's hand, of course. Duke Webster looked at the strong elf in front of him who had lifted himself up with difficulty breathing, and he couldn't say anything in his throat.

This Duke Webster is also really unlucky. Question the actions of the Night Elves. Dare to yell at Tyrande. Perhaps Tyrande was aloof. But I will still talk to him calmly; But Illidan is here, and if someone dares to be disrespectful to Tyrande, naturally they can't find good fruit to eat.

Duke Webster looked at the guy in front of him by the collar with angry eyes, and tried to break free with his teeth and claws. But it soon became clear to him that it was in vain. His murderous gaze met the black cloth wrapped around Illidan's eyes, and there was really nothing he could do.

In the end, it was Tyrande who rescued him. A flat voice said, "Illidan, put him down." After that, Illidan snorted. Putting down Duke Webster, who was close to suffocation, he turned and walked out of the negotiation hall.

To Duke Webster, who had fallen to the ground and was breathing heavily, Tyrande's flat voice rang out. "You can see the human duke, it wasn't me who ordered the killing of those human soldiers. I am a priest, and the supreme military commander of our Night Elves is Illidan. He ordered the humans to be killed, and I have neither the right nor the obligation to stop them. ”

Then, Tyrande's tone turned cold. "What's more, I don't think Illidan did anything wrong. Since you are not willing to redeem those humans, what do we do with them. Don't think of us elves who have been handed down from ancient times as the cowardly so-called elven court of today."

Duke Webster noticed the word antiquity. But his attention is clearly not on that right now. "Didn't do anything wrong? Do you know what you've done?! A whole 300,000, you slaughtered a whole 300,000 captives! This will be condemned by everyone in Eslazze! ”

At this point, however, Illidan had turned back. "Captive? Hehe. We saw no prisoners, only 300,000 deserters who did not obey orders and escaped from the captive camps. Presumably, there is nothing wrong with killing escaped prisoners of war, right? ”

"You said you were going to let them go, but we all saw it," and in the middle of speaking, Duke Webster got stuck. All of them? Here there are only a few of its own retinues and nobles of the Kingdom of Severn, which represent the position of the Kingdom of Severn.

Who else would believe the "slander" of the Severn Kingdom against its enemies? Even if it is true that 300,000 captives died, but the two sides insist on their own words, you say that it is a captive, he says no, and outsiders are too lazy to distinguish and bother to care.

As if suddenly much older, Duke Webster's tone became weak. "But after killing so many prisoners of war, don't you have a little conscience condemnation in your heart?" asked Duke Webster, looking at Illidan, who was already like a demon in his eyes.

Without waiting for Illidan to answer, Tyrande spoke first. "Let me tell you about that. As I said before, we are High Elves inherited from the ancients, not to compare us to the current elves who have degenerated. ”

"Three hundred thousand? Twenty thousand years ago, your ancestors survived thanks to the blessings of our ancient elves. In 20,000 years, 300,000 people can be traced back to the beginning, which is probably the reproduction of a few people. From your point of view, we killed 300,000 humans; But from our point of view, we just killed a few people, it's just a time difference. ”

Tyrande's tone of explanation was not cold, but Duke Webster felt a chill to the bone. So indifferent, so dismissive, so that in the eyes of these ancient elves, human beings are just a kind of inferior creatures? The antiquity they talked about before turned out to be as ancient as 20,000 years ago

Duke Webster stood up silently and walked out of the negotiation hall in a gloomy manner. The ransom of the nobles has been negotiated, and the ransom of the soldiers of the kingdom is now no longer available for ransom. Well, there's no need to stay here.

After routinely pacifying the captured nobles and telling them to wait for their families to redeem them, Duke Webster took his farewell to Tyrande.

After handing over the belongings he had brought with him, Duke Webster took his beloved grandson and his private army. After that, there will be a steady stream of magic cores and magic crystal ores into the fortress of Brak until all the children of the nobles are redeemed.

The duke's grandson also saw the previous scene, and on the way back, he was even more frightened by the ground paved with corpses, and he did not raise any questions about his grandfather's decadence along the way.

With the return of Duke Webster, the "pomp" of the 300,000 corpses outside the fortress of Brak and the declaration of the power of the Night Elves, who are said to be the power of the ancient elves, quickly spread throughout the Anthropocene realm. (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please go to read. )