Warcraft Eternal Tree

This day is known as the initial declaration day of the night elves in later generations.

On this day, only a few thousand of the 300,000 regular troops of the Severn Kingdom fled to the city closest to the Brak Fortress. All the other soldiers fell forever on the road from Brak Fortress to the city.

A total of 300,000 corpses formed a road of flesh and blood, extending from Brak Fortress. The death energy condensed by countless undead even made some scavenging creatures afraid to approach. I think it won't be long before this man-made "feng shui treasure land" will attract many necromancers.

However, if the Necromancer really dares to appear on the land of the Night Elves, the Night Elves will not be polite to these guys who play with corpses.

Corpses were everywhere, really corpses were everywhere. Duke Webster, who walked out of Braque Fortress as if he had lost his soul, looked at the endless sea of ​​corpses extending into the distance and murmured.

It wasn't until the huntresses and hippogryph knights who had gone out to carry out the killings returned to Black Fortress that Duke Webster suddenly woke up. Then he suddenly rushed into the negotiation hall and stood in front of Tyrande full of anger. .

"You are massacring prisoners! You will be despised by everyone! Tyrande Priest, weren't we still discussing it before? How could you do such an appalling act?" Duke Webster became emotional and shouted to Tyrande. De shouted.

However, the next second, he couldn't roar anymore. A hand as strong as an eagle's claw grabbed Duke Webster's collar and lifted him up - this was naturally Illidan's hand. Duke Webster breathlessly looked at the strong elf in front of him who lifted himself up, his throat was gurgling and he could not speak.

This Duke Webster is really unlucky. Even if he questions the behavior of the night elves, he still dares to yell at Tyrande. Perhaps Tyrande would still talk to him calmly despite her indifference; but Illidan was here, and if anyone dared to be disrespectful to Tyrande, they would naturally find no good fruit to eat.

Duke Webster looked at the guy in front of him who was grabbing his collar with angry eyes, and tried to break away with his teeth and claws. But he soon discovered that this was in vain. His murderous gaze met the black cloth wrapped around Illidan's eyes, and there was really nothing he could do.

In the end, it was Tyrande who rescued him. With a calm tone, "Illidan, put him down." After that, Illidan snorted coldly, put down Duke Webster, who was nearly suffocating, and turned around and walked out of the negotiation hall.

Tyrande's plain voice sounded to Duke Webster who fell to the ground and took a deep breath. "Duke of the humans, as you have seen, it was not me who ordered the killing of those human soldiers. I am a priest, and the highest military officer of our night elves is Illidan. He ordered the killing of those humans, and I We have no right or obligation to stop it.”

Then, Tyrande's tone turned cold. "What's more, I don't think Illidan did anything wrong. Since you are unwilling to redeem those humans, how we deal with them is our business. Don't think of us elves handed down from ancient times as the cowardly so-called The Elf King's Court"

Duke Webster noticed the word ancient, but his attention was obviously not on it now. "You did nothing wrong? Do you know what you did?! You killed a total of three hundred thousand prisoners! This will be condemned by everyone in Esraze!"

However, Illidan turned back at this time. "Prisoners? Haha, we didn't see any prisoners. We only saw 300,000 deserters who disobeyed orders and escaped from the prisoner camp. I guess there is nothing wrong with killing the escaped prisoners of war, right?"

"It was obviously you who said you wanted to let them go. All of us saw it." Halfway through, Duke Webster got stuck. Everyone? There are only some of his own followers and nobles from the Severn Kingdom here, representing the position of the Severn Kingdom.

Who else would believe the Severn Kingdom’s “slander” against its enemies? Even if it is true that 300,000 prisoners died, both sides insist on their own opinions. You say they are prisoners and others say they are not. Outsiders are too lazy to distinguish or care.

As if he suddenly looked much older, Duke Webster's tone became weaker. "But after killing so many prisoners of war, don't you feel any guilt in your heart?" Duke Webster asked, looking at Illidan who was already like a demon in his eyes.

Before Illidan could answer, Tyrande spoke first. "Let me tell you this question. As I said before, we are high elves inherited from ancient times. Don't compare us with the degraded elves today."

"Three hundred thousand people? Twenty thousand years ago, your ancestors were able to survive thanks to the blessings of our ancient elves. In twenty thousand years, the three hundred thousand people traced back to the beginning were probably just a few people. From your point of view, we killed 300,000 humans; but from our point of view, we only killed a few people, but there was a difference in time. "

Tyrande's tone of explanation was not cold, but Duke Webster felt a chill to his bones. So indifferent, so dismissive, so... So in the eyes of these ancient elves, are humans just low-level creatures? The ancient times they talked about before turned out to be as old as 20,000 years ago.

Duke Webster stood up silently and walked out of the negotiation hall dejectedly. The redemption of the nobles has been negotiated, and the redemption of the kingdom's soldiers. Now there is no one to redeem. Then, there is no need to stay here anymore.

After routinely appeasing the captured noble children and asking them to wait for their family to redeem them, Duke Webster bid farewell to Tyrande.

Afterwards, after delivering the property brought this time, Duke Webster took away his beloved grandson and his private army. After that, a steady stream of magic cores and magic crystal mines will be imported into Brak Fortress until all the noble children are redeemed.

The grandson of the Duke also saw the previous scene. On the way back, he was so frightened by the ground paved with corpses that he did not raise any questions about his grandfather's declining state along the way.

With the return of Duke Webster, the "grand spectacle" of 300,000 corpses outside Brak Fortress and the powerful declaration of the Night Elves, a force said to be the ancient elves, quickly spread throughout the human world.