CHAPTER 713: ATTACK

Hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers of the Scarlet Crusade raised their weapons high and issued the strongest voice since the war began: "No - Agree -"

Duke continued shouting, "Dwarfs and gnomes, this guy wants to destroy all civilizations. What do you think?"

"Fuck him!" The violent dwarf raised his hammer high!

Duke finally waved to the elves, "Not only did this bastard destroy your home, he also burned every last inch of green land and every little tree. What do you think?"

Sylvanas stepped out proudly: "For the blood of the Quel’dorei! We must take revenge--"

One stone stirs up a thousand ripples. Who among the high elves doesn’t know how powerful and terrifying the enemy is?

Those who can gather here are naturally the most passionate and principled people in the entire elf race. They are the backbone of the future revival of the high elves and the pillars of rebuilding the elven kingdom.

The overwhelming roar of humans and the sonorous shouts of dwarves deeply stirred the hearts of tens of thousands of elves.

They thought of their dead relatives and friends and their destroyed homes.

A violent and unparalleled rage suddenly gushed out from the depths of their hearts and rushed straight to their heads. They abandoned the nobility and reserve they once claimed to be, tore off the mask of gentleness in front of the world, especially humans, and shouted in unison -

"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!"

The military spirit is available, the morale is available!

Without a second thought, Sylvanas raised her bow and shouted, "Our kingdom is destroyed! Our city is destroyed! Our compatriots and loved ones are slaughtered! In order to ensure that future generations will never forget this day, I declare that the Quel’dorei will be renamed Sin’dorei!"

Duke’s face showed undisguised surprise.

"Quil" means noble in the elven Thalassian language, and "Sin" means blood.

The high elves changed their name from Quel’dorei to Sin’dorei of the blood elves, but it was Kael’thas who did it in history.

It has to be said that history has a surprisingly similar nature.

In a certain scene or situation, they would make a consistent choice.

At this moment, every elf in the tens of thousands of elves was filled with anger, and they needed to vent their anger. They didn’t even notice that in theory it was just a "National Salvation Committee" and Sylvanas, whose official identity was just a ranger general, had no power to announce such a major decision.

But they, one by one, tens of thousands of people, were completely enraged by Ner’zhul’s shouting and naturally agreed to Sylvanas’ call.

This astonishing momentum that has won the support of everyone... Could it be that... even after Sylvanas doesn’t have to become an undead, God will still give her the throne of queen?

What about the Forsaken?

Uh, I, Duke, am from the Alliance, why should I care about the Horde?

Well, since Sylvanas still has a chance to become Queen Sylvanas without changing her race, then I definitely don’t mind giving you a push.

Duke curled his lips at Sylvanas and glanced at the skull of the Lich King in the air out of the corner of his eye.

Sylvanas understood immediately.

"Devil! Get out of here!"

A loud shout.

Bend the bow and put the arrow on it, all in one go.

This move has been used by Sylvanas hundreds of thousands of times in practice and actual combat. Each move is insignificant when separated, but when connected together, there is a kind of flowing beauty.

Looking at her beautiful hair dancing in the wind amidst the bursting power of wind and thunder, her heroic demeanor like a female warrior easily infected every elf.

They looked at Sylvanas standing on the hill with worshipful and pious eyes.

They were looking forward to it and waiting with excitement.

They wanted to see Sylvanas, whom they had high hopes for, perform some feat that would excite them.

However, at this moment, Sylvanas was actually confused.

Just now, after Duke gave her a look, she bent her bow and drew her arrow without thinking much. Of course, she wanted to blow up that hateful skull of Ner’zhul with one arrow, but after subconsciously assuming the posture of bending the bow and drawing the arrow, she suddenly remembered a serious problem - she had no means to deal with soul-type enemies!

Who knows whether thunder can hurt ghosts. If the skull cannot be blown up with one arrow, it would be a disgrace to the ancestors of the night elves.

Tens of thousands of elves stared at her back with burning eyes.

She didn’t feel like a big deal about those tens of thousands of gazes before, but now they were like tens of thousands of swords. If she wasn’t careful, they would pierce her heart and kill her!

Biting her flaming red lips hard, Sylvanas really wanted to die at this moment.

Now the arrow is clearly on the string and has to be shot, but... but...

Suddenly, she felt like she hated herself and Duke.

It would be great if I could be so in tune with someone, but it had to be Duke. Just one look from him and I foolishly bent my bow and aimed my arrow at the devil.

It’s ok now!

How! Should! This! End!?

On the other hand, Duke first saw Sylvanas being so understanding, doing the work at the glance of his eyes, and then being embarrassed. In his heart, he just thought it was very interesting and funny.

Immediately, Duke felt Sylvanas’s fierce gaze - it was telling him to find a way to end it.

I have to say, the reactions of the three Windrunner sisters when they get embarrassed are very funny.

Vereesa, who has the most wife-like attributes, has a look of pleading in her eyes, and you can’t bear to refuse just by looking at it.

Alleria, who had the most overall view, gave him a look that said, "You little brat, why don’t you come and help me? Don’t blame me if the place goes down." She appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him.

Well, now Sylvanas is more direct - will you help me? If you don’t help me, don’t blame me for flipping the table?

That wildness and rebelliousness also deeply fascinated Duke.

Duke smiled gently. Even though he was at least a hundred meters away from her, she could still feel Duke’s little movement.

It is a soul that cannot be seen by the naked eye, a soul with a powerful sacred aura.

Only the clergy with the purest hearts, such as the little girl Sally Whitemane, could see that a golden soul suddenly flew out of Duke’s body and flew behind Sylvanas.

At this time, Sylvanas was in a standard posture of drawing the bow and drawing the arrow.

Left leg in front, right leg behind.

The left hand holds the bow and the right hand pulls the string.

Just because others couldn’t see it didn’t mean Sylvanas couldn’t sense it. She only felt a warm soul hugging her from behind.

That is Duke’s soul, of course.

This ambiguous hug made Sylvanas feel flustered.

Because his hips were pressed against her hips, his hot right hand rested lightly on her right hand, and his left hand gently stroked along her left upper arm to the fingertips of her left hand.