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Orgrim took away most of the two-headed ogres and gronn, but did not wait for Gul'dan and his Stormreaver clan, and Cho'gall's Duskhammer clan.

After wandering in the mountains for three days, Orgrim decided to change the Road of his march, bypassing the Northern Watchtower and returning to the northern part of the Hinterlands from the vicinity of the original settlement of the Troll Rotten Moss Clan. He planned to attack Lordaeron from a Road that no one in the Alliance could imagine.

Duke should have responded immediately, but the rapid march over the past few days had made Duke's troops quite tired, so he could only order a three-day rest.

At this point in time, the high elves held a banquet.

Yes! A celebration party to celebrate the victory over the invaders.

When Duke first heard the news, he felt like he was screwed.

Celebrate!? What the hell! Three hundred thousand people died, almost one-third of the high elves were killed. They only killed 50,000 trolls, and they still have the nerve to call themselves the winners of the war?

"I'm sorry! It's precisely because our casualties were so heavy that my father and all the councillors unanimously agreed to hold a grand banquet to celebrate the victory and boost the morale of the people." Kael'thas said to Duke with a very apologetic expression and an almost pleading tone, "Also, this will be the signing ceremony for Quel'Thalas to officially join the Alliance of Lordaeron."

Since it is a formal joining, Duke, the highest representative sent by the alliance, naturally cannot fail to attend.

It feels like you are being asked to eat a fly. Do you want it fresh or original?

Even though they have been beaten like a dog, they still try to cover up the truth and show off their military power.

The Quel'dorei (high elves) are so obsessed with their reputation that they suffer in the end. But the ones who suffer are the civilians.

Ilucia next to him quietly pulled Duke's clothes. Duke finally swallowed his anger and nodded in agreement.

After waiting for Kael'thas to leave, Ilucia sighed and said, "I'm sorry, Duke. I know you're not used to it yet. To be honest, I grew up in a noble family, and I'm still not used to it. The reduction of the people and the burning of the territory only means a reduction in income. As long as the country is not destroyed, everything can be started over again... This is the way of thinking of the nobles."

"I understand." Duke did not hide his disgust for the Elf Council and the nobles.

Sometimes, Duke even thought that the first, second, and third wars at the Dark Portal might be a good thing. Without so many foreign enemies to wipe out these bad guys, Azeroth would still be a world that was rotten to the core and could not be saved.

Duke is... conflicted.

As night fell, it was not yet time for the celebration party.

The "bird carts" pulled by gorgeously decorated Chocobos have filled every space in the Sunstrider Palace Square.

Before seeing so many noble carriages, Duke would never have thought that there were so many nobles in Quel'Thalas. Each chocobo was combed to a shiny color, like a proud phoenix, holding its head high, exuding a cold aura.

Elves dressed like Stormwind nobles stood in front of the car. They were dressed elegantly, covered with magical gold and silver ornaments, and had the most elegant demeanor.

If Ilucia hadn't told him secretly, Duke would never have known even if he was beaten to death, it turns out that these guys are just coachmen!

The Count of Sai, the coachman! ?

Nobles of Stormwind Kingdom! Do you want me to buy a box of tofu and let you drown yourselves...

Duke was stunned by this extreme luxury.

The Sunstrider's Royal Court, which is ornately decorated in the style of the Sunstrider's royal court, is brightly lit. The dazzling magic lights make the entire palace, which is full of round towers and mainly in white, red and gold, appear magnificent.

Walking through the huge red carpet that was over 20 meters wide, Duke asked Ilucia, who was attending as his female companion, to hold his hand and slowly walked up the stairs. Walking on the neat white jade-textured stone brick floor, Duke couldn't help but look up at the exquisite female elf statues on both sides of the stairs. These statues, some civil and some martial, sang the greatness of the Sunstrider's court with lifelike carving lines and passionate movements.

Arrived at the entrance of the hall.

Kael'thas changed into a festive robe and greeted every guest.

To Duke's surprise, Alleria also wore a family-style emerald green court dress and accompanied Kael'thas to welcome the guests.

Seeing Duke coming, Alleria lifted her skirt and bowed like a ms.. Her temperament was so elegant and her manners so dignified that Duke could not associate her with the wild elf ranger at all.

Alleria forced herself to smile sweetly and said in her pleasant voice, "Thank you for coming, Duke. All of Quel'Thalas would be in disgrace if you were absent."

Duke was sensitive enough to notice something. He looked at Alleria's plump lips painted with lipstick and her bright appearance, but unexpectedly discovered a hint of gloom hidden in Alleria's bright eyes.

"Alleria, what happened?" Duke said, preparing to kiss her hand.

Who would have thought that Alleria would hug him 'passionately', and her low voice rang in his ears: "Nothing, just like you said, big shots always have the unavoidable 'need to show off', it's just that it's my turn today."

It's a show!

Duke understood a little.

If the trolls did not attack, or came but returned empty-handed, then Alleria would surely be held accountable and investigated for the disgrace of being an elf.

The truth is that the trolls came and killed everyone in Quel'Thalas. In order to whitewash the situation and boost the morale of the people, the elves must have a hero to divert the public's attention.

Kael'thas's loss and win can at most offset each other's merits and demerits.

But Alleria is different. First, she has a close relationship with the Alliance, and second, facts have proven that she is always right...

By making Alleria a hero, we can report to both the people and the Alliance at the same time.

As for her transfer to a maid in the future, she just needs to keep it low-key. She will deal with it after the current storm has passed.

Duke sighed deeply.

Because there were so many guests, Duke went in after a brief exchange with Alleria.

The huge hall, which was over a kilometer in diameter, was filled with countless tables, and all kinds of sumptuous food and flowers filled the entire venue. When Duke entered, a large number of nobles had already arrived. They were holding tall wine glasses, shuttling back and forth and communicating, not missing any opportunity to socialize.

The atmosphere was so heated that it was totally unimaginable, considering that this was a tragic country that had just experienced war and where one third of its citizens had suffered misfortune.

The banquet began enthusiastically, but Duke noticed that Alleria, one of the protagonists of the banquet, was smiling but seemed to be crying.