Unfortunately, their prince was beaten into a dog by the tribe during the first battle.

Although the royal family and the Silver Moon Council spared no effort to promote Duke's glorious achievements, every elves with a little brain knew that the high elves had failed again and had to ask for help from humans.

Rather than saying that this is a grand welcome to welcome the heroes, it is better to say that this is a time when a hundred thousand elves have to witness the noble and greatness on the spot. The high elves race that deserves supreme has been nailed to the pillar of shame again.

The only difference is that this is not a ritual of surrender that is extremely humiliating, but a welcome ceremony in the name of allies.

The Sun King and the Silver Moon Council are left with the last fig leaf.

They also have to urgently need this fig leaf.

Seventy thousand troops were destroyed and 90% of the country was destroyed. No matter how optimistic the elves were, they would not dare to rely on the higher elves to survive this crisis.

A panicked nation needs confidence.

Desperate and difficult soldiers need hope.

And these are what the Sun King and Silver Moon Council cannot give to the citizens and soldiers.

Duke Azeroth's most powerful orc killer ever, the culprit of the half-million orc deaths. His appearance undoubtedly injects a heart-warming agent into the Quel'thalas elves who are wandering on the edge of hell.

Therefore, Duke's arrival undoubtedly made the elves extremely confused.

Happy, shame, uneasiness, heartwarming... all kinds of thoughts are there.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the vast square of Travelers was surrounded by elves and civilians. When neither his king nor the council could bring him a sense of security, finding a new straw became part of his survival instinct.

If Duke cannot come at this moment, or if the portal is disturbed and the promised reinforcements cannot come, it will undoubtedly cause the elf citizens to fall into deeper despair and fear.

Fortunately, Duke did not release pigeons.

At ten o'clock, just in the center of the square, a huge circular portal that was five stories high opened. Under the shimmering arcane energy, ten morning star-level elf mages dressed in uniform costumes quickly assisted the opposite side to stabilize the portal.

Just as the gaze of 100,000 pairs of eyes appeared opposite the portal, the green mountains and clear waters that were rare in Yinyue City, and then the neat and rhythmic sound of horse hooves appeared.

The huge and pure white war horse was like performing dressage, taking extremely rhythmic steps, stepping out of the portal.

The first thing that is reflected in the elves' vision are 12 human knights with bright armor.

It was obvious that the Knight Armor of the Storm Kingdom had a silver bottom and blue edge, and unexpectedly, the flags they held were in a mess and diverse manner.

At first, there were still unreasonable citizens who sneered in a low voice.

In just two seconds, they exclaimed from the bottom of their hearts.

Because those battle flags are the battle flags of the tribe, one of them has the same symbol as the battle flags that besieged Silver Moon City at this moment, which is the battle flag of the Black Stone clan.

Not only are there battle flags, but there are also a dozen huge hideous orc heads frozen by ice magic. Banners inserted on the ice cubes declare the identities of these heads. Each of these heads is the head of a tribal chief, and the most eye-catching of them are the big words "The head of the black hand of the grand chief of the previous tribe."

Right! That's right!

These alliance knights are showing the league's achievements to the elves in the form of a winner and showing Duke's great achievements!

After the twelve knights, there were twelve earth mages. As soon as they appeared, they stood neatly on both sides, bowed forty-five degrees, and waited for the arrival of the most critical one.

finally……

There was a loud noise in the sky, and Duke made a brilliant debut.

Accompanied by the deafening thunder, Duke, who appeared in the portal, was suddenly wrapped in a tornado composed of five elements.

The winding chain of thunder.

The violent whirling shield of the wind.

The extremely hot snake of flames.

The bone-cold ice cover.

The mysterious and unparalleled arcane light.

Five completely different forces can be combined in an extremely harmonious way, turning into twelve constantly rotating elemental energy balls, floating above Duke's head.

Duke's move directly defeated Prince Kelthas, who had been floating on his head with three-type arcane energy balls on his head for a long time. In fact, not only Kelthas, but also the acting speaker Morrens, who had been waiting next to him, had a capital embarrassment on his face.

Duke's people were invited by Silver Moon Council. Even if they were obviously slapped in the face, Silver Moon Council could only knock off teeth and swallow blood.

Morence pretended not to see anything, and piled up a passionate face and followed Ilucia to meet him.

"Welcome, Mr. Duke."

"Duke, you are here. My father is waiting for you."

"I am Acting Speaker Morence, and I welcome you on behalf of the Silver Moon Parliament, His Excellency the Grand Duke of Marcus."

Three people, three names, do not seem abrupt in this occasion.

Duke nodded slightly to Ilushia, and the eldest daughter of the Barov family stood obediently behind Duke.

Then Prince Kelthas on the left and Speaker Morence on the right, the extremely noble existence among the two elves led Duke onto the red carpet and walked towards the main hall where the Silver Moon Council was located.

The trumpet of the welcome sounded, thunder and applause sounded, accompanied by cheers rolling straight in the sky. Countless petals were scattered by beautiful elf girls from the terraces of the high-rise buildings on both sides of the road to the red carpet.

"Welcome! The hero of humanity!"

"Long live the Orc Killer Duke"

"Quel Thalas is counting on you! His Excellency Marcus!"

No matter how many things are, it is a sincere welcome, at least at this moment, Duke received the treatment he deserves.

The arrogance of the high elves lingering in Silver Moon City for thousands of years seemed to have turned into the red carpet used to welcome guests, and was trampled by Duke.

Duke's mouth winds out with a bit of a wicked smile with confidence.

"I'm here in Yinyue City! As a savior, if you are really willing to let go of your posture, then I don't mind giving you some advice! If you are stubborn and silly, don't blame me for letting you die."

All the things about the history of Azeroth come to Duke's mind.

It can be said that since the first time the gate of Darkness opened, the history of the entire world is a history of war between alliances and tribes. There may be a brief peace, but it is in a state of war for most of the time. Only when a larger and stronger enemy attacks, if it is unable to fight against foreign enemies alone, will this pair of dying enemies quickly resolve the conflict and turn to unite.

In history, Orgrim's troops only walked around the Yongge Forest, set up a storm altar and left satisfied, leaving behind the bitter trolls to deal with the elves alone.

Now, history has changed drastically.

There is no doubt that Duke is the one who now dominates the fate of the High Elves.
Chapter completed!