Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 750: Two Queens

Chapter 750: Two Queens

One of our own family members is going to become the queen, and there are two queens ascending the throne at once. This is a great happy event, worth celebrating and congratulating.

However, it would not be fun at all if two queens who were close to their own family ascended the throne on the same day.

Duke once had a dream, which was to use the kingdoms that sank in the history of the alliance as sampans, connect the sampans into a chain of ships, and then build an unsinkable aircraft carrier to surf on the sea!

Now, the aircraft carrier is still nowhere to be seen, and the two big ships in his base are in danger of capsizing together! ?

At this moment, Du thought of a poor guy who was sowing seeds and was killed by his girlfriend with an axe.

At this moment, Duke thought that if the alliance started a civil war because of him when facing a powerful enemy.

At this moment, Duke thought of the Lordaeron Paladin angrily scolding the Elf Ranger...

Duke’s reaction was bewilderment.

Duke, who was in the military camp in the ruins of Dalaran at this time, would never know that at this moment, in the magnificent palace and castle of Lordaeron in the center of the holy city of Stratholme, two women who were about to become the most powerful women on the continent were looking into each other’s eyes.

The room was newly cleaned, and most of the decorations in the room were from the Lordaeron period, but most of the furniture was very old, even though it could be seen that it was well maintained and cleaned.

The newest things in the room are the paintings hanging on the walls.

Dressed in pure white priest attire, Calia ran her soft fingertips across the frame of the well-framed painting, her thoughts seemingly going back to the far end of the long river of time.

"I have been to many places, many of which I had only seen in chivalric novels thirteen years ago. I have always been fascinated by these places, but thirteen years ago, I thought I would never have the chance to see these places with my own eyes in my lifetime."

"I went to Stranglethorn Vale and was hunted by headhunting trolls for three days and three nights. We ran from the edge of Zul’Gurub in the east, through Lake Naferiti, and all the way to the Reef Sea in the west. We escaped only when the murlocs on the seashore protected us. That time, Lirath alone killed 386 trolls."

"I’ve been to the Swamp of Sorrows. At that time, the swamp was still a gloomy and terrifying place. However, Duke developed it in order to connect Nethergarde and Redridge Fortress. Liadrin and I pretended to be clergy who came to support and served as volunteers for half a year."

"I have also been to the Burning Plains, the Scorching Canyon, and the Barren Lands. I have killed wild wolves with my own hands and killed orcs with Smite."

"I’ve seen the snows of Dun Morogh, waded through the mire of the wetlands, and nearly died in a swamp."

"From the Arathi Highlands that were almost razed to the ground after the war, to the thriving Hillsbrad Foothills, to the scorched Silverpine Forest."

"Then, the four of us crossed the ocean to the west and arrived at the continent of Kalimdor, which most humans and elves had never been to. It took us eight years, basically traveling from the southernmost desert of Tanaris to the northernmost parts of Azshara and Ashenvale."

"Two continents, dozens of regions, except for the areas controlled by the high elves and night elves, I have been to all the places I can go. I have seen it with my eyes that should have been imprisoned in the tower of Lordaeron, touched it with my hands that should have been used only for court etiquette, playing musical instruments and serving the king, felt it with my skin that should have limited sun exposure time, and truly experienced it with my soul."

Calia’s voice couldn’t help but become high-pitched as her fingertips slid across the oil paintings she had painted herself, bringing back all kinds of memories that had made her happy, sad, encouraged, and upset over the past thirteen years.

When the scenes from her memory reappeared in her mind, she couldn’t help but complete another spiritual journey.

At this moment, Sylvanas, who was supposed to stay in Quel’Thalas but unexpectedly appeared here and had been sitting quietly on the guest seat in the middle of the room from the beginning, sipping black tea gently, put down the teacup with the most elegant manner, and finally spoke during the pause when the future Queen Calia, who was immersed in her memories, paused.

Sylvanas spoke a cruel fact in a sonorous and powerful voice: "So what? Princess Calia. Have you ever thought about it? It may be intentional or unintentional, but the result is that you have become a hidden chess piece in Duke’s hands that has been lurking for thirteen years."

Calia’s movements suddenly stopped, as if she had been hit by a time-stopping magic.

right!

Sylvanas was right.

What a coincidence!

The coincidence was so perfect that it was hard not to think of conspiracy.

Just when Arthas fell and killed his father, Duke quickly rushed back and took over the most elite troops in the entire Lordaeron. He then grandly introduced Calia, a golden sign that no one could refute or oppose, and stabilized the situation in Lordaeron, which was on the verge of collapse, within a few days.

Looking back, you, Duke, as the deputy commander of the Alliance, fabricated the illusion of the tragic death of the princess of the Alliance’s leader country, Lordaeron, and then quickly released the princess after the kingdom collapsed. If you insist on attributing this to a conspiracy theory, it’s really hard to find evidence to refute it.

Seeing Calia’s reaction, Sylvanas raised her fingers gracefully and took another sip of the black tea.

Then, Calia smiled. Her fully relaxed and brilliant smile immediately reminded people of a sea of ​​flowers blooming in spring. It was a smile that embraced everything.

"A pawn? A conspiracy? Or did Duke foresee all this and think about how to benefit from it thirteen years ago? If this is your question, then my answer is - so what?"

Then! What!?

Calia’s attitude made Sylvanas feel a little jealous.

Calia walked over gracefully with her head held high and chest puffed out, and stood in front of Sylvanas: "That year, I was still a minor. At that age when women love to fantasize the most, which girl has not fantasized about her own prince charming? If you ask me who is the prince charming in my heart, then from the past to now, there is only one -"

At this moment, it was Sylvanas’ turn to freeze. She remained silent and continued to listen to Calia’s seemingly declarative speech.

"If this was really a conspiracy, Duke should have taken advantage of my affection for him thirteen years ago to possess me completely. When I came to my senses, I might have been the mother of several children, and each of them would have been named Edmund. By the time my evil brother murdered my father, Menethil’s blood would have been named Edmund!"

Calia’s voice was not loud, but every word was like a needle piercing Sylvanas’ chest.

"If Duke hadn’t saved me, what awaited me would have been thirteen years of house arrest and a hopeless and bleak life. But what did Duke give me? Freedom! Freedom for half of my life from birth to now! I can do whatever I want and go wherever I want, whether it’s the mountains, the sea, or the swamps and jungles. My three companions will accompany me and try their best to ensure my safety! If this is also Duke’s conspiracy to capture my heart, then he succeeded! I will have no regrets even if I sacrifice myself and the entire Lordaeron!"

Freedom!

What a precious word.

If it were a high elf, he would be imprisoned for thousands of years. For Windrunner, he would probably commit suicide within a few years.

Sylvanas was extremely smart. Although she did not like to use her wisdom in politics and conspiracy struggles, she already vaguely understood why Calia had sent her a secret letter specifically to talk to her in person.

She gently put down the cup of black tea, rested her left elbow on the armrest of the chair, and supported her cheek with her palm, making an elegant and relaxed posture: "Well, why do you insist on setting our coronation day on the same day? Are you really going to force Duke to make a choice?"

Calia smiled instead: "Like a lover seeking favor? Or putting the country on a scale and forcing Duke to weigh it? How is this possible... He has never been a man who would change his decision because of power. If so, he would have become my legal husband long before the so-called Lord Prestor."

Sylvanas’s beautiful eyes turned: "So what do you mean?"

"If it weren’t for Duke, both Lordaeron and Quel’Thalas would have been destroyed long ago. Since we both have our hearts set on the same man, even if Duke cannot establish the next Arathor Empire, at least he should have an alliance that is free from constraints and allows him to freely display his talents. I plan to let Lordaeron give up his position as the leader of the alliance, but even so, I hope that Duke’s resolution can be guaranteed to receive a majority vote in the alliance."

Sylvanas narrowed her eyes and said, "You mean our two countries should advance and retreat together?"

Calia said firmly, "Yes! From military to politics to economy, we should advance and retreat together in all aspects. If possible, I even hope that Miss Ilucia can rebuild Alterac. Add to that Dalaran, which is destined to be controlled by Duke, the Grand Magus, and Stormwind Kingdom, which has always firmly supported Duke. Then we can have at least five votes."

Sylvanas rubbed her brows. This was considered a harem alliance with Calia. As someone who had helped Duke guard his home for ten years, and whose fourth sister had always been with Calia, she certainly knew that Duke had been a gentleman to Calia for thirteen years.

It was just like that. Even though Calia was rejected by Duke emotionally, she still wanted to be Duke’s die-hard supporter. This made Sylvanas a little speechless!

No matter what, the two countries, which are adjacent to each other, have common enemies and common interests. In addition, their respective leaders are attracted to the same man. It really makes no sense for them not to unite.

If she wanted to be jealous, she would have been jealous a long time ago. Anyway, Duke would be surrounded by three sisters in the future, which was an absolute advantage.

After thinking it over, Sylvanas sighed helplessly and held out her hand: "I can’t think of any reason to refuse. Well, I’ll just give it to that bastard Duke."

Calia smiled brightly. Two beautiful hands, the two most powerful hands on this continent, clasped together tightly. "Then, let’s discuss the details of the coronation ceremony..."

On Duke’s side, Duke was completely stunned and paced back and forth.

Lirath is careless and has no idea of ​​the key point.

Mograine smiled bitterly. He certainly understood his queen’s thoughts. Perhaps even if two-thirds of Lordaeron’s territory was lost, it could still surpass the elves in terms of national strength. In terms of emotions, Queen Calia did not enter Duke’s emotional circle at all!

He subconsciously thought that the Queen was doing something wrong and would definitely make the Duke unhappy.

You see, didn’t the dignified Princess of Kul Tiras also break off the engagement just because Duke told her to?

Over there, Varian secretly asked Anduin: "Uncle, this is..."

Anduin rolled his eyes. "First, I’m not good at this kind of thing with women. Second, no outsider can save Duke from this kind of thing. So, we’ll just watch the show!"

Varian sighed.

Finally, Duke had no choice but to secretly ask Ilucia for her opinion.

Ilucia smiled and said, "I don’t think this is necessarily a bad thing. Although Princess Calia has become more opinionated after she came of age, they are not unreasonable people."

Duke was furious: "What is this? Ascending the throne on the same day? They invited me to both parties, and asked me to rush to the ceremony, or to separate me by thousands of kilometers? No matter what I do, it will be disrespectful to the other country!"

Ilucia laughed loudly, covered her mouth, and just laughed without saying anything: "Hahahaha!"

That night, a new piece of news came, which shocked Duke and even a group of alliance leaders.

Queen Calia’s coronation ceremony was not held in the holy city of Stratholme as everyone imagined.

Queen Sylvanas did not ascend the throne in the ruins of Silvermoon City.

The public reason why the two queens chose to ascend the throne on the same day was: both countries had a common enemy - the Death Knight Arthas and the Scourge!

In order to rebuild the kingdom and work together better in the post-alliance era, the two future queens decided to hold a coronation ceremony together on September 25 at the Saras Trail, where the border between the two countries is located.

In a sense, Lordaeron, as a great power, has made more concessions. Silvermoon City has become history, and the reconstruction of the new Silvermoon City is nowhere in sight, but Stratholme is still there. Moreover, the power comparison between the two countries is also disproportionate. Even though it is in great trouble now, Lordaeron still has more than one million soldiers and civilians, even in the Eastern Plaguelands. And Quel’Thalas has only a little over 100,000 elves left.

But Queen Calia was determined to do so.

Mograine and others were completely unable to convince Calia and could only accept it.

Time flies, and that day comes in the blink of an eye.

When Duke arrived at the scene, he was a little dumbfounded.

Miraculously, there are two thrones for the king to ascend the throne, or rather, half of a country. Because the master throne, the half closer to the south, has a typical Lordaeron style, luxurious and exaggerated.

The northern half, although also has the gorgeous artistic style of the high elves, has many more forest elements because the queen is a ranger.

Frankly speaking, these two combinations, when put together, are neither fish nor fowl.

Unfortunately, all of this is not the point. You put a chair between the two queen thrones. What are you doing?!

Duke... is under a lot of pressure!