It was a sense of despair as if the sky had fallen.

At such moments, every minute and every second are the key to life-saving. Who would have thought that Duke, who is the key, would die of drunkenness at this time!?

Quel'thalas?

With General Simos who rushed over, all the alliance generals were a little confused.

I just drove the tribe out of Hindland and made the homeland of the Wildhammer Dwarf safe. Is there someone who said something happened to Quel'thalas?

Duke did not tell many people about his "God's Prediction". In the imagination of generals like Windsol and Simos, the tribe might turn back to Hillsbrad? Or go directly to the Royal City of Lordaeron? Or go north to recruit the dirty trolls into the tribe before seeking opportunities.

No one expected that this "partial master" of the tribe would put the holy city of Stantosom not far from the northwest and would not fight, and would attack Quelsalas straight north.

General Simos shook his head hard, trying to drive away the drunkenness in his mind: "Ms. Aurelia, are you sure the main force of this tribe is going to Quel'thalas?"

"God, I have confirmed with my own eyes that only a small number of orcs and trolls remain here. The rest turned to the north, and at least fifty thousand orcs and trolls passed through the forest of Hinterland. They were crossing the mountains and continuing to walk to the northern plains." Aurelia looked at the faces of these alliance generals with nervous and painful eyes: "Don't you know this yet? Didn't Duke tell you his prediction?"

For a time, the Alliance, no, to be precise, these generals from the Storm Kingdom all had a strange expression.

The commander of the Griffon Legion, General Simos, the deputy commander of the Alliance Army of Eagle Nest Mountain, touched his chin with his beard: "The first question is, since Lord Marcus told you about his predictions, you left the league in advance and returned to Quelthalas to warn. Why doesn't Quelthalas fight himself? As far as I know, Quelthalas can fight with the trolls for thousands of years, and his combat power will not be able to stop even 50,000 orcs, right?"

Aurelia's face turned pale in an instant.

She simply didn't want to recall what she encountered in Yinyue City.

That day happened to be the day when the king and the Silver Moon Council met.

Aurelia rushed straight in.

According to the principle, she was just a ranger general and was not allowed to enter without being summoned. But her roar suppressed the gatekeeper who was guarding the gate.

"The coalition of nearly 100,000 orcs and trolls is on the way to Quel'thalas. Do you tell me to wait outside the door?" She overwhelmed the doorman with her reputation and momentum.

Under the 'guards' of four Wang family guards, Aurelia broke into the parliament.

The decorations in the Silver Moon Council Hall are beautiful, with tall white jade pillars and walls between the gorgeous gold and the warm flame red. Every decoration and curtain here are priceless exquisite works of art. Any flowing out of the human world will lead to crazy grabs by all nobles and auctioning unimaginable sky-high prices.

Aurelia had no intention of appreciating it.

She completely ignored the huge red zither-shaped shield of the four guards beside her, ignored the long double-headed arc-blade sword in their hands, and had no intention of seeing how the members of the Silver Moon Council, one of the high elf rulers, reacted.

Many high elf rulers stood up from their chairs and were surprised by her intrusion.

Aurelia's focus was only one person from beginning to end. Anastrian* The King of the Sun Chaser High Elves.

"What's going on?" Anastrian asked his guard general.

The guard general had embarrassment on his face, and he could only grit his teeth and shake his head.

The high elf king is old, even as an elf. His growth has turned white, his skin is like parchment, like a dry wood.

He seemed very weak, but his blue eyes still showed a hint of majesty, and his voice was also full of majesty. Aurelia instinctively wanted to retreat under his anger, and then remembered why she came here.

She straightened her back.

"I am Aurelia Windwalker." She announced loudly, although she knew most of the members of the parliament recognized her: "I supported the descendants of Emperor Soladin, along with humans, in the Hillsbrad Hills, and in the Arachi Heights, and then I returned here and brought in an extremely serious news."

Aurelia tried to attract the attention of the parliamentarians in the most serious tone.

Unfortunately, she still frowned because she felt the indifferent attitude of the MP. She could only say with a stern tongue: "The tribe that humans warn us is real and extremely powerful. Most of their tribes are strong orcs eight feet tall and weigh more than four hundred pounds, but there are still some other creatures, such as forest trolls."

Aurelia's words finally caused some reaction, mixed with gasps and low swearing.

Anger is taken for granted.

The arrogant high elf may not know what the orc is. In fact, even Aurelia herself did not know before the battle in Nanhai Town.

This is not important. What is important is that every member of the parliament here knows what a troll is. Many of them, including His Majesty Anasterian, have participated in the troll war that lasted for hundreds of years four thousand years ago.

But the troll card seemed a bit counterproductive.

"You said the trolls defected to that tribe?" A great lord laughed loudly: "That's great. Let those trolls follow the tribe you mentioned to fight humans. I hope they will go away. Maybe humans will help us kill them all."

"Hahahaha!" The unrestrained laughter echoed throughout the parliamentary hall. Many elves clapped their hands to express their agreement while laughing.

"You don't understand what kind of disaster you are born in Great Six at this moment!" Aurelia roared angrily. She recalled Duke's inference and said directly: "The tribe is not a distant problem that we can ignore and laugh at! Their chief has personally led at least 50,000 elite orcs in the north of Hinterland, 500 kilometers away. They are planning to completely conquer the entire Azeroth world! They also include us here in Quelthalas! What's more, the orcs and Zujin have an agreement that they will come! It's within a week!"

Aurelia slapped the round table of parliament, and the violent "bang" sound finally made the sneering look on the faces of the parliamentarians.

"Then let them come!" Another elves wizard lord of Dakhan sneered: "No one can survive the rune stones that pass through the forest."

"But the warlock of the tribe..."

"Enough! Aurelia * Windrunner!" Anastrien slapped the table vigorously: "The rune stone is still there! If the enemy you mentioned does exist, then they are still hundreds of kilometers away. We cannot panic for you with just one speculation. I promise to pay attention to this matter, but you can go out for me now!" (To be continued.)8
Chapter completed!