ps: There is no reward for the addition, it really hurts

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When His Majesty Anastarian Sunstrider learned of the farce on the walls of the Silvermoon Wall, he smashed the palace to pieces, and was eager to kill Darkan with a fireball on the spot. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The group of short-sighted, shallow-minded, rigid-minded, and power-hungry bastards in the Silver Moon Council will have nothing but bullying the weak and fearing the hard!

No one knew that in the meeting to discuss Quel'Thalas's dispatch of troops a year ago, Anastarian had already received a letter from Kael'thas and decided to send troops to aid the Alliance, but it was the obstruction of the Silvermoon Council that made Quel'Thalas's reinforcements seem weak, even if they were friendly to only support supplies in the original plot, but it also caused a storm.

Now that the human race has come thousands of miles away, tens of thousands of cavalry have attacked hundreds of thousands of trolls to relieve the siege of Silvermoon City, so sincere that even Anastarian was moved, and he felt ashamed of the alliance, but let Darkan, a guy who has not achieved enough things and more than enough to lose, stir up the yellow!

In the splendid and natural palace, Anastarian sat on the throne, his eyes full of questions, "Darkan, do you have anything to say about this?" ”

Knowing that there was no way to get away with it, Darkan simply walked all the way to the end and poured sewage on Arthas's head: "Your Majesty, you can't blame me for this matter, it's that group of humans can't defeat the trolls, so they choose to retreat on their own." They do not keep their covenant and are shameful betrayers. And then there's the human woman, and when I heard her tell the human cavalry to abandon Silvermoon City and flee, and when I wanted to capture her, Lannathel even gave her shelter. I recommend..."

"Your Majesty! I have something to say! A female elf in a light golden robe interrupted Darkan's words and stood directly across from him, her eyes full of anger: "Darkan, the dignity of the High Elves is about to be lost by you!" ”

"I... Liadrin, you dare to call me, you're just a little priest! Darkan's neck was red with rage, and his mouth was full of attacks.

"Yes, I'm not a member of the High Moon Council, but I'm also a member of the High Elves, and I won't allow you to destroy Quel'Thalas!" Liadeline's eyes were full of disgust, Darkan had been her companion in the past, but from the moment Darkan abandoned her and Lotherma to flee for her life in the accident many years ago, Lyadeline never wanted to believe him anymore, even if he later apologized and Lotherma forgave him, but Lyadeline never believed him!

"How could I ruin Quel'Thalas, I'm one of them too!" Darkan retorted loudly.

"Who knows, there is a saying in human beings - 'know the face but not the heart', your face has been exposed, and no one knows what color heart beats in your chest." Liadline sneered.

"Enough!" Romans, the most senior archmage in the palace, jerked his staff, and a ring of icy novas swung through the palace, forcing the two bickering High Elves away.

"The priority is to find a way to defeat the trolls, not infighting!" Romans, as a contemporary of Anastarian, did not need to give face to these two juniors.

Bowing to Anastarian on the throne, Romans said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, we must contact that cavalry, and only by uniting them can we defeat the trolls!" ”

Anastarian nodded slightly, sure enough, only old friends understood him, but after thinking about it, he couldn't help frowning: "But, we are all trapped in Silvermoon City, and no one knows where they went?" ”

"Your Majesty, don't forget, there's Miss Arkalia here." Liadline hurriedly reminded Anastarian.

"Yes, you can bring Miss Arkalia over."

Everyone ignored Darkan's presence, treating him as air, completely ignoring Darkan's angry face.

"You... You—" Darkan couldn't say a word and left angrily.

Akalia was invited, but did not immediately promise Anastarian to come to his aid.

War is a continuation of politics, and both Alsace and Arkaria came to the Silvermoon Forest to get Quel'Salas to join the alliance willingly.

At first, it may have been frank and completely uncalculating, trying to win the favor of the High Elves with his heart, but Darkan's appearance made Arkalia and Arthas understand that there are still some stupid guys in Silvermoon City who can never see the situation clearly. And to deal with this kind of guy, only by letting them taste the price of blood and knowing their own ignorance will they understand their own weakness and the strength of the alliance.

The day after Arthas's departure, Zurkin was impatient to continue attacking Silvermoon City, unlike the previous inevitable, Zurkin did not know when Arthas would return, and the mood to conquer Silvermoon City became more urgent.

In just one morning, 40,000 trolls were smashed under the walls of Silvermoon City, which was comparable to the loss of the previous half a month!

The city gates were covered with corpses and ashes, and the corpses of trolls and high elves were everywhere, and even though the mage troops burned them over and over again with the sea of fire, more corpses were piled up to half the height of the city walls, and the foul smell of blood and the intense black smoke of the charring made all the elves cry and almost suffocate.

The mournful roar of the bow and sword, the sound of broken flesh and blood, the siege battle suddenly fell into a climax!

"Your Majesty, all the members of the Third Ranger Force have died, and the East City Gate is asking for support!"

"Your Majesty, the magic power of the West City Gate mage army has dried up, please rotate!"

"Your Majesty..."

One bad news after another spread into the palace of the Sunstrider, and one after another warrants were issued from the hands of the angry king.

"How long will we wait, when will the human reinforcements come!" Anastarian's eyes seemed to be spewing with rage, and he stared at Akaria.

"Probably, we have to wait for the time when Silvermoon City is completely clean and completely united." Akalia behaved like a cunning politician at this time.

“......”

Anastarian gave Akalia a deep look, and did not speak for a long time, when the new messenger reported the situation at the north gate, the king of Silvermoon City spoke hoarsely: "Let Romans and the archmages of the council support the four gates separately, and be sure to keep the trolls out of the city!" ”

"A wise choice." Akalia was expressionless and nodded slightly.

In the next moment, like the sound of thunderous horses' hooves, Arthas led two knights, like a nimble and deadly dagger, to bypass the encirclement trap and pierce the core headquarters of the troll!

Covered in blood, dripping with blood on his armor and weapons, Arthas rushed to Zurkin's face on the road paved with blood and stumps.

Zurkin had never been so ashamed and furious, looking at the wreckage everywhere, the chaotic troops, the corners of his mouth raised two hideous fangs, and the killing intent through the bones fell unabashedly on the dwarf Arthas in front of him.

"Boy, what are you!"

His voice was as cold as ice, and Zulkin looked at Arthas and asked word by word.

"The man who killed you!"

Arthas raises the Frost Sorrow and takes the initiative to attack Zulgin!

"Not good!"

"It's too dangerous!"

Uther and the other paladins suddenly changed color, and hurriedly rushed over.

Zurkin raised his green arm, the blade whizzing towards Arthas, and no one seemed to be able to stop his onslaught.

Arthas slumped his shoulders and elbows, clasped his hands together, and raised Frost's Sorrow to meet the blade of his arm.

Rumble!

Arthas took Zulkin's attack!

The war horse under the crotch struggled, kicked back two steps, Arthas shook his arm, his little face wrinkled, and immediately understood why other masters never fought horses once they duel, unless they had a mount bonus.

Little Alsace really hurts. (To be continued.) )