Stratholme God

  Chapter 380 History is always surprisingly similar (1 more)

   The fire at the city gate is true.

   It is also true that it affects pond fish.

  Since Braumux was stripped of her title and the rest of Eversong Forest was sealed away, the new noble's interior minister came.

   In the end, the time is short, there is no chance for them to play, and there is no prestige at all.

   In front of the hundreds of thousands of elves, the real elves and lower-level nobles and officials who were originally qualified to issue commanders died.

   killed those who got in the way, and the two gangs who were fighting just now actually ran away.

  The larger number of parliamentarians chased and killed the elves of the royal envoy.

   This scene made the scalps of the commoners go numb.

   OMG! There is a corpse tide outside, and we also expect you big men to take us to escape. What are you doing now?

  The mage of the Eastern Temple also trembled: "What should we do? Officials from the parliament and the king's envoy have died here. What if the nobles above blame them and don't let us enter Silvermoon City?"

   "It won't work if you go in. Think about our last time."

   "Yeah, most of Silvermoon City is out of food..."

  's words immediately reminded them of the bad days in Silvermoon City when they fled last time.

  When did the big man in the city consider them his subjects?

   As soon as he entered the city, he asked for food and a place to live, which directly led to the residents at the bottom of the city treating them as garbage.

   Within two days, the council recruited most of the young and strong levies as cannon fodder, resisting the orcs at the city head, and ruthlessly consumed them.

   For the remaining women and children, their supplies also dropped again and again.

   With the support of the Stratholme Army, the orcs were finally driven away, and these civilians returned to their hometowns. The problem is that the food production in Eversong Forest has not recovered in the past two years.

   "This, Lord Braumux and the three Lord Windrunners all have fiefs in the south, it's not as good as us..." Someone weakly suggested.

   In the past, if he said something like this, he would be arrested by the parliament.

   Now, who would dare to veto this possibility?

   "This is not impossible."

   "What are you doing stupid, who has a way to contact them, go! Hundreds of thousands of compatriots are stuck here, the undead are about to kill!"

  Despite the chaos, the village chiefs quickly reached an agreement, while organizing everyone to send out strong men to prepare for resistance, while asking for help from both sides at the same time.

  History is always strikingly similar.

  The messenger of the Sun King came and brought bad news-Darkhan Dalahir, the Silvermoon Councillor, rebelled, blew up the Rune Circle, and turned to the Scourge.

   "Your Majesty the Sunstrider will lead the military and political power in person now! The order that His Majesty has given you is--Organize personnel and resist on the spot! Till the last soldier!" The order was given by an official who was quite familiar with the village chief.

   They have no doubts about the identity of this official from the royal family, but... despair!

   OMG!

  Three years ago, facing a mere 200,000 orcs, they couldn't stand it, let alone losing half of the youth and all the rangers.

Watching the officials rush over, holding up the decree of Quel'Thalas, announcing to the people, causing a lot of cries, and then looking at the cruel and cold faces of the officials, who doesn't know that they have been abandoned again? ?

  Their king, their councillors ruthlessly used them as cannon fodder against a formidable enemy in order to buy time for Silvermoon to lay its defenses.

The grief and indignation of the    elven people cannot be described in words.

   For a long time, I don’t know how many middle- and lower-level soldiers and civilians have written letters asking to prepare for war.

   "Our defense is perfect!"

   "This time it will be fine."

   "You must not cause unnecessary panic to the citizens."

   "[Next time] this issue will be raised in Parliament."

  The rigid replies formulated by the parliament have long since made the lower class out of anger.

  It's best if you can handle it. It's not unacceptable that the crowd of demons dance outside and the singing and dancing are peaceful inside.

  You can't figure it out, and 'we have a traitor among us', now that the terrifying undead monsters are about to be killed in front of you, you actually asked us to die! ?

  From the troll war that had to be won only by uniting with humans 2800 years ago, to the last orc invasion, and this time the Scourge Legion, the people's trust in the council and the king fell to the lowest point.

  Especially when some compatriots with ulterior motives (pseudo) came out: after all the rest of the members of the Silver Moon Council were assassinated by Darkan, the village chiefs were even more fried.

   They gathered around the officials and asked about the status of the other members.

   "Has the Great Magister Belovar been killed?"

   "Where's Congressman XXX?"

   "We have accurate information that they have been assassinated."

Finding the officials who could not hide it, he had no choice but to admit this fact. He changed his tone, no longer coerced, but instead enticed: "Your Majesty and Your Highness Sunstrider will swear to guard Silvermoon City to the death, and this is the time for you to show your loyalty. As long as you successfully organize your defenses and stop the undead army's attack, His Majesty will 'consider' you to become the new members of the Silvermoon Council."

   Let your mother fart!

  What defense?

   will destroy the country!

   Still going to be a member of parliament?

   or 'consider'?

   Those extremely bad words made the village chiefs face bloodless.

   They completely lost their minds about the royal family and parliament.

   "You must contact Lord Braumux or Lord Windrunner immediately!"

   "Damn the Sunstrider family and the trash council are unreliable. 2800 years ago we had to rely on humans to win, 3 years ago, and this time."

  Almost every village chief has made a similar decision-please the Buddha... ahem, the great forerunners of our elves, the Windrunner family and the Duchess of Braumux!

   They found a few dragon eagles and asked the brave Sao Nian to go to the Northland fortress for help.

  The Eversong Forest is not far from the Northland Fortress. The gargoyles of the Scourge are concentrated near Yangfan Harbor, which makes the brave elf civilians have their lives to cross the dead line and rush here.

  To be fair, if it weren't for the loyalty of the Windrunner sisters and Lor'themar, McDonald's would have let these upturned elves die.

   No matter what.

The    system has come to life.

  [Anti-undead side quest (Spellbreaker) released: If the host can successfully rescue more than 100,000 high elves in the event of the Scourge's destruction of Quel'Thalas, they will receive an additional skill reward (Spellbreaker)! 】

   McDonald frowned.

   For some reason, there is always a feeling that the glorious and great profession of the Master is leaving him.

   A spellbreaker will never become a real magistrate.

   This is like a professional householder who is engaged in trouble, and most likely will not be the guardian of order.

   Sao Nian McDonald, you have gone far!

   Woohoo!

Mak Yingdi glanced at the following elf youths who were kneeling on the ground, constantly kowtowing and begging for help, his face as black as the bottom of a pot: "Why should I let hundreds of thousands of loyal and brave alliance soldiers risk their lives to save some unfaithful, The long-eared man who calls for help when he is in danger, and leaves the alliance when it is not good?"

   (end of this chapter)