Stratholme God

Chapter 380 History Is Always Surprisingly Similar (1 More)
It is true that the city gate is on fire.

It is also true that it hurts the fish in the pond.

Since Braumux was deprived of his title and the rest of Eversong Forest was entrusted, the new noble's internal affairs officer came.

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

In front of [-] elves, none of the lower-level nobles and officials of the real elves who were qualified to issue orders died.

After killing those who got in the way, the two gangs who were fighting fiercely just now ran away.

The larger parliament faction chased and killed the elves who were the royal envoy.

This scene made the civilians' scalps tingle.

God!There is a wave of corpses outside, and we still count on you big shots to take us to escape.What are you guys doing now?

The mage in the eastern temple also trembled: "What should we do? Officials from the parliament and the king's special envoy have died here. What if the nobles above blame us and won't let us enter Silvermoon City?"

"It doesn't work if you enter, think about our last time."

"That's right, there is probably no food in Silvermoon City..."

These words immediately reminded them of the bad days in Silvermoon City when they escaped last time.

When did the elders in the city treat them as their subjects?
Once they entered the city, they needed food and a place to live, which directly caused the lowest-level residents in the city to treat them as garbage.

Within two days, the council recruited most of the young and strong recruits as cannon fodder to resist the orcs at the top of the city, and ruthlessly consumed them.

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

After finally defeating the orcs with the support of the Stratholme Army, these civilians returned to their hometowns. The problem is that the food production in Eversong Forest has not recovered in the past two years.

"Here, Your Excellency Braumux and the three Windrunners all have fiefdoms in the south, why not us..." Someone weakly suggested.

In the past, if he said such things, he would be arrested by the parliament.

Now, who would dare to deny this possibility?

"This is not impossible."

"What are you doing stupidly, who has a way to contact them, hurry up! 10,000+ compatriots are stuck here, and the undead are about to kill them!"

Despite the chaos, the heads of the various villages and towns quickly reached an agreement. While organizing everyone to prepare for resistance, they asked for help from... both sides at the same time.

History is always surprisingly similar.

The envoy of the Sun King came, bringing bad news—Silvermoon councilor Darkan Darashir rebelled, blew up the rune circle, and took refuge in the Scourge.

"His Majesty the Sunstrider is now in charge of the military and political power! His Majesty's order to you is—organize manpower and resolutely resist on the spot! Until the last soldier dies!" The order was delivered by an official who is quite familiar with the village head.

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

Three years ago, they couldn't stand up to a mere 20 orcs, let alone lose half of their youth and all their rangers now.

Seeing the officials rushing over, holding up the Quel'Thalas version of the imperial decree, announcing it to the public, causing a lot of crying, and looking at the cruel and cold faces of the officials, who doesn't know that they have been abandoned again? ?

Their kings and their councilors ruthlessly used them as cannon fodder to fend off terrible enemies, so as to buy time for Silvermoon City to deploy its defenses.

The grief and indignation of the elves 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 requesting preparations for war.

"Our defense is perfect!"

"It will be fine this time."

"Don't cause unnecessary panic to the public."

“[Next time] raise the issue in Parliament.”

The formulaic and rigid reply of the parliament has already made the lower levels outraged.

Of course it's best if you can handle it. It's not unacceptable that you can really do a group of demons dancing wildly outside and singing and dancing inside. It feels almost impossible.

You just can't figure it out, and you said 'we have a traitor among us', now that the terrible undead monsters are about to kill you, you still let us die! ?
From the troll war that had to be won by uniting humans 2800 years ago, to the last orc invasion, and this time the Scourge, the people's trust in the parliament and the king fell to the lowest point.

Especially when some compatriots with ulterior motives (pseudo) revealed that all the other members of the Silver Moon Council were assassinated by Darkan, the village chiefs were even more upset.

They surrounded the officials and pressed them about the status of other congressmen.

"Is the great magister of Belovar already killed?"

"Where is Congressman XXX?"

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

The officials who found that they couldn't hide it had no choice but to admit this fact. He changed his tone and no longer threatened, but instead used temptation: "Your Majesty the Sunstriker and His Highness will swear to defend Silver Moon City to the death. This is the time for you to show your loyalty. Yes. As long as you successfully organize the defense line and block the attack of the undead army, His Majesty will 'consider' making you the new members of the Silver Moon Council."

Let your mother fart!
What defense?
The country is going to be destroyed!
Still going to be an MP?
Or 'consider'?
Those extremely bad words made the faces of the village chiefs pale.

They have lost all thought of the royal family and parliament.

"You must contact Your Excellency Braumux or Windrunner immediately!"

"The damn sunstrider family and the garbage council are not reliable at all. 2800 years ago, we relied on humans to win, 3 years ago, and this time too."

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

They found not many dragon eagles, and sent the brave Sao Nian to the Northland Fortress for help.

Eversong Forest is not far from the Northland Fortress, and the gargoyles of the Scourge are all concentrated near Sunsail Port, which makes the brave elf civilians have to cross the dead line and rush here.

To be reasonable, if it weren't for the loyalty of the three Windrunner sisters and Lor'themar, McDonald would let these elves with upturned nostrils die.

No matter what.

The system is alive.

[Anti-undead sub-quest (Spellbreaker) release: If the host can successfully rescue more than [-] high elves in the event of Scourge Corps destroying Quel'Thalas, they will receive additional skill rewards (Spellbreaker)! 】

McDonald frowned.

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

Lawbreakers will never become true Mages.

This is like the fact that most professional householders who cause trouble will not become guardians of order.

Sao Nian McDonald, you have gone far!
Woohoo!

Movie Emperor Mai glanced at the young elves who were kneeling on the ground and kept kowtowing for help, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot: "Why should I let hundreds of thousands of loyal and brave soldiers of the alliance risk their lives to save some unfaithful, The long ears that ask for help when you are in danger, and leave the alliance if there is no benefit?"

(End of this chapter)