"Bastard, Edmund Duke, you have such power, why not..." The Sun King’s jealous roar was interrupted by Duke’s contempt before he could finish it.
Duke did not hide the disgust on his face. "Do you want to ask me why I didn’t inform you when I discovered the movement of the Scourge early on? Or do you want to ask why I didn’t come to Quel’Thalas like a toy and serve as cannon fodder to resist the Scourge for you? Wake up, the glorious era of the high elves is long gone!"
The Sun King was speechless for a moment.
A so-called politician is someone who, even if his heart is full of filth, will always appear as if in spring breeze on his face that is full of acting skills.
Now Duke doesn’t care about politics at all, and doesn’t follow the rules of the political field. He exposes everything, which makes him feel helpless.
Most of the elves who stayed far away could not hear their conversation, of course this did not include the strongest group of ranger generals. As smart as Lor’themar was, he certainly thought about why the timing of the human coalition’s appearance was so precise, but could they blame Duke or vent their anger on the Alliance?
From secret notifications and warnings to the official visit of Duke Bolvar, the Alliance did more than just extend an olive branch, it actually offered the olive tree.
But what did the Sun King and the Silvermoon Council, who held power, do?
Apart from playing a small and shameless conspiracy to trick Sylvanas back, it can be said that he did nothing at all.
The filth and corruption of those in power have long been a source of grief to the high elves, especially the rangers. This has been the case for more than just one or two years, and has been going on almost since the Troll War more than 2,800 years ago. It’s just that the peaceful years have concealed this filth.
Now, when the chaos has truly arrived, the seemingly powerful Quel’Thalas has repeatedly shown its corruption and weakness. The blindly superstitious super-giant wide-area magic defense array has been broken without any effect.
The first time it was transformed into the Altar of Storms by Gul’dan, it produced two-headed ogres to fight against the high elves, and it was a great fight.
The second time was even worse. Even the magic power of the Sunwell in the earth veins was directly utilized, and the violent backflow of energy blew up most of Silvermoon City in one breath.
If Duke and the Alliance’s fleet hadn’t come this time, not only would Quel’Thalas have been completely destroyed, but even one in ten of the millions of elves would have been wiped out, right?
Lor’themar and Halduron looked at each other, and they saw the same thing in each other’s eyes - anger towards the Sunstrider royal family and the Silvermoon Council, and a supreme desire for reform.
Duke couldn’t possibly realize their little thoughts, and he didn’t have the time to pay attention to such a small matter.
All his attention was focused on the Sun King, because the great lich was ready to give it his all.
The soul punishment from Arthas became more and more severe. The once high and mighty Sun King bent his back in pain and let out a heart-wrenching scream. He realized painfully and angrily what it meant to be caught between two sides.
Facing Arthas, he had no power to resist. From the moment he ’voluntarily’ became a great lich, he was destined to be a tool of the fallen prince, just like those rotten zombies and pale and smelly ghouls, who were just tools.
The crown that still hangs on his head is but a fig leaf in the end.
Facing Duke, he also felt a sense of powerlessness.
Twelve different properties and different rules of change of the Sunwell power, being able to control two at the same time is beyond imagination. Duke can still maintain a leisurely look.
Maybe outside, he could easily beat Duke a thousand times.
But at this moment and here, Duke is almost invincible!
"Damn it, how can a short-lived human like you understand the benefits of eternity? You won’t understand! You short-lived ghost!" The Sun King was a little out of control.
Duke was sensitive to the flaw that the Sun King inadvertently revealed, and decided to take the opportunity to expand this flaw. With a faint smile on his face, he slowly replied: "Idiot! Even the blessing of eternal life that the World Tree brings to the Night Elves was bestowed by the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza. As a great hero who saved Alexstrasza, do you think I don’t have such a thing as ’eternal life’?"
Duke said it in the language of the wind.
In addition to the designated targets, the two Windrunners can also hear the voice of the wind. Lirath didn’t feel anything. But when Sylvanas heard it, her pretty face immediately turned red when she thought of that possibility.
Of course, Anasterian couldn’t pay attention to the reaction of a mere female ranger hero, and he was completely shocked by Duke’s answer.
It was as if a thunderbolt came from the sky and suddenly struck him on the forehead.
"ALadasinoliii——" This is the most cruel Elven curse that good children absolutely do not need to understand.
It contains the Sun King’s deepest hatred and resentment, which is ten million times deeper than that of a dog.
In pursuit of eternal existence, he made a difficult decision - to give up his life, the beauty, nobility and sacred temperament that the high elves were most proud of, and was willing to become a dirty and ugly lich.
After all, isn’t it all for eternal power and strength?
Now, he has fallen into depravity and has betrayed his deputies, his own son, his guards and subjects.
You, Duke, a mere human, actually come out and say that I don’t need to become a lich to "cause harm for a thousand years or even ten thousand years"!
Although Duke is not that handsome, it’s true that comparison is the thief of envy!
A ’young man’ who is eternally youthful and looks like an eighteen-year-old is definitely a hundred million times better than a lich with a rotten face!
How could Anasterian bear it?
However, just when Anasterian was so angry that his soul was about to melt away, Duke, who was so shameless, naturally would not let go of this opportunity, and he acted decisively.
Countless golden, basin-sized mysterious magic runes appeared on the ground in every corner of the palace. These runes, which initially looked like printed text, turned into runes emitting dazzling brilliance in just three seconds.
Not only do these runes possess tremendous mysterious power that can be sensed without any experience, they are also suddenly connected to each other by shining threads of light, forming an even larger magic circle that spans the entire Sunstrider King’s Court.
"Ahhh...you——" The dry long beard left on the Sun King’s chin was blown away by the blazing magic wind. He didn’t have time to curse, Duke’s magic circle was already activated.
It was a huge golden pillar of light with a diameter of several kilometers, reaching straight into the sky.
It connects the sky and the earth, releasing a shining pillar that rivals the brilliance of the sun and can be clearly seen from a hundred kilometers away.
Duke...blew up someone else’s palace!