Chapter 477: Confrontation

"Hello, my sister," Sylvanas' lips curled in a mocking smile as her eyes, filled with discontent, fixed on the door. 

"What's this? Are you planning to kill your sister the moment you return? What a terrifying sibling."

"If you can't dodge an arrow at that speed, then you've truly disappointed me," Alleria said in a cold, indifferent voice. "What were you planning to do to brother Sand when I wasn't around?"

"As Ranger-General, it is my duty to reward allies who have made special contributions," Sylvanas raised an eyebrow. 

"I'm nothing like you, always second-guessing yourself, hesitating when such an excellent strategy is right before you, and complaining about manipulating public opinion being too underhanded..."

From this point, it was clear that the sisters Windrunner had distinct differences in character.

When Alaric first proposed the strategy of manipulating public opinion with rumors, the more cold-hearted and pragmatic Sylvanas immediately accepted it, while Alleria found the method to be exploitative of the common people and was reluctant to accept it.

Of course, she didn't directly criticize Alaric, but in the end, she reluctantly carried out the plan.

"I do owe you an apology," she lowered her green(?) hood, letting her golden hair flow freely, and spoke with a clear, pleasant voice. 

"Politics always has a shady and dark side. I should have realized that earlier... After all, sometimes I am just too naive… Sorry."

With that, she smiled at Alaric, and the setting sun's rays illuminated her perfectly symmetrical features, her blue eyes gleaming in the golden light.

Just as Alaric marveled at the dreamlike beauty and serene smile, the high elf turned and launched an attack on her sister.

"I didn't fully trust brother Sand, and that's my fault, but that's no reason for you to sneak around and have your way when I'm gone! You've gotten bolder, Miss Moon. You must know…"

Before she could finish, Sylvanas interrupted her sister's lecture.

"At a time like this, you still want to use your position as my sister to suppress me?" Sylvanas looked provocatively at Alleria. 

"Or is it that, unable to compete with me, you have to resort to such tactics to get ahead?"

"Unable to compete with you?" Alleria almost laughed in frustration. "Say it. What exactly do you plan on doing?"

"Let's leave aside our sisterly bond and rely on our own abilities, how about that?" Sylvanas' smile was like a cunning fox that had just gotten what it wanted. "In any case, I'm not backing down!"

"…Fine, we'll do it your way. We'll rely on our own abilities!" Alleria hesitated for a moment, as if coming to a realization, then made a decisive statement. 

"For now, I'll let you have your way. After we finish what we're dealing with here, brother Sand and I will leave Quel'Thalas. We'll see what you'll do then."

As soon as these words were spoken, Sylvanas seemed to choke, and it took her a long while to squeeze out a response, "...You're ruthless."

At that moment, Alleria felt a sense of relief. She walked up to Alaric with graceful steps, gave him a hug, and then walked off with a satisfied air.

However, what she didn't see was that after she left, Sylvanas' surprised expression faded, replaced by one of calm confidence. Her blue-gray eyes fixed on Alaric, like a mother wolf locking onto its prey.

"You're just relying on your position as commander of the volunteer army, huh? Just you wait," she muttered, in a voice only she could hear.

Today, Alaric found himself caught in the middle of a fierce and bloody battlefield between two sisterly figures…

Meanwhile, in the Sunstrider Royal Court, the Silvermoon Council convened once again.

At this meeting, the heated debate about whether to accept the human proposal for the war against the trolls had reached a boiling point.

The pressure from the public, especially the high elf commoners, injected a dose of adrenaline into the stagnating council, gradually clarifying the outcome of the decision.

The faction that had supported the war movement turned the public's opinion pressure into their weapon and launched an intense offensive against the conservatives, their momentum rapidly growing.

Although the conservatives still clung to the idea of maintaining the status quo, relying on their magical barriers to take refuge in Silvermoon City, most of them weren't purely self-interested. The high elves' innate nobility kept their hearts aligned with the greater good of their people.

Therefore, many of them began to waver and quietly shifted their positions, eventually joining the pro-war side.

Those who still adhered to the old plan had become the extreme conservatives, and within the council, their influence had dwindled. 

Although they held firm to their views, it was clear to any observer that they were simply holding out in defiance.

In the end, King Anasterian made a decisive statement, his voice soft yet proud as he spoke.

"For so long, our nation has suffered at the hands of the trolls. 

This barbaric and cruel race has waged several full-scale wars against us, and though we have repeatedly defeated them, they have never abandoned their hatred toward us. 

And we… are the same. 

Once, we captured their leader, Zul'jin, a foe with the blood of our kin on his hands, but in order to prevent more bloodshed in Quel'Thalas, we refrained from executing him. 

We endured the survival of this great enemy just to weaken them – we thought that was the right strategy at the time."

He scanned the room, and the seven lords of the Silvermoon Council, along with the mages and nobles present, looked at him with shared hatred for the trolls.

"However, now we must admit, we were wrong. A new enemy has suddenly appeared in this world, and their arrival has jeopardized our plans. 

Thus, we must devise a new response. Some might think that maintaining the status quo is a good idea, but that's merely our opinion. 

Now, our people have spoken, and their choice is clear: battle! Yes, they have never forgotten the hatred of the past nor the blood that has been spilled. 

Now, they want blood for blood, and how can we deny them? Our allies are ready, and so, it is time. We will make the trolls understand the crimes they have committed! 

This time, we will root them out, so that our people will no longer suffer from their cruelty!"

At this moment, all signs of weakness in King Anasterian vanished, and the high elves felt they were witnessing the vitality and focus of a great king tempered by the trials of time.

They cheered loudly, cursing the trolls, praising the great revenge, and even the dissenters were swept up in the passionate atmosphere, joining in.

Quel'Thalas, this ancient kingdom, had awakened once again after a thousand years of slumber. 

This time, it awoke with rage, and the Amani trolls were destined to become the sacrifice for that fury.

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