Blood Elf Monarch

The next day, the people in Prontea, the capital city of Arcadia, were once again surprised by the number of visitors.

Yesterday, it was the dark elves that came. Although the dark elves coming to their city was something they did not expect, it was certainly something that a few of them had imagined once or twice in their lives, albeit in a more negative context. But today, the group that came was a group that they did not expect nor have ever imagined. Hundreds of green-skinned warriors, the orcs, had arrived to fill the vicinity of the city.

Hundreds of them entered the streets of the city, and leading the group of orcs at the forefront was a female orc.

,m They were Tristan's newly-formed Blood Warrior tribe led by Karra, the female High Orc.

Among the group behind her were the three Orc Warchiefs Scarr, Guldan, and One Ear as well as half a dozen other Orc Warchiefs. This was the first time they all came into a human city. Aware of the difference between them and the humans, never in their lives had they even dreamt of entering a human city, much less a place like the capital city. Not only that, but they were even being welcomed by its citizens.

Each tribe brought about a dozen chosen warriors, and because of that, more than a hundred fierce-looking orcs came walking down the street of Prontea. Not to mention, combined with the thousand that were staying outside the city for obvious reasons, their arrival was not any less surprising for the citizens of Prontea than the dark elves' arrival.

"I've never seen an orc this huge!"

"They are the warrior orcs, aren't they? I heard that they are the rulers of the chaotic plains."

"And all of them are our king's vassals! I can't believe what I am seeing! Yesterday was the dark elves, now the orcs!"

"I am telling you, they said our new king is a god!"

"Huh! Though I can't deny that our king has achieved a lot of amazing feats lately, that's still too much!"

The citizens began whispering one after another. Some of the children who were previously playing on the streets even started to point at the green-skinned orcs walking on the street. After all, this was not something they saw every day.

Just an hour after the orcs' arrival, before the people started to disperse, another group came to the city, surprising the citizens even more.

At the entrance of the city, the citizens who lived nearby could see a large crowd of figures. Hundreds of Wood Elves arrived tidily, quickly filling in the streets right in front of the entrance. They were the combined group from the four kingdoms of the Wood Elves.

The ones in green were the Vanyar Elves, and leading them in front were Elder Anmar and Master Laril. The elves with the biggest number among the four were the Mirkwood Elves in white and green tunics. There were also the Ithilien Elves in grey, and last but not least, the Forlorn Elves led by Prince Elroth.

The hundred elves came in several disciplined formations. Fully equipped with their respective formal attires, the group of Wood Elves also began to fill in in the streets of Prontea.

"Whoa! So many have come for the king's ceremony tomorrow!"

"I reckon this is the biggest event of the century! I've never seen an event with this many attending!"

"Ah, I can't wait!"

Most of the citizens found their arrival to be a joyful and exciting occasion. Some of them admired their king even more for being so capable as to have so many different races and tribes come for his event. However, the few who knew did not have the slightest hint of happiness on their face. Instead, they became anxious. They noticed that all the elves and the orcs came fully equipped with weapons. It was as if they did not come to celebrate, but for a war.

The newly-arrived guests were all welcomed by Uriel, and after their simple greetings, they were quickly led to their lodgings as they were going to stay here for tomorrow's ceremony and for more days to come.

As for Tristan, he came to meet the Orc Warchiefs and the leaders of the Wood Elves. Other than Master Laril of Vanyar, there was also Tolith, the ruler of Ithilien who agreed to help them defend the capital city together.

"We are just missing the High Elves," Elroth, the Prince of Forlorn, said after observing those who already arrived.

As soon as he finished saying those words, three dozen elves came down from the sky. All of them flew, but none of them did it with the support of artifacts or flying beasts.

If the arrival of the previous groups of guests brought them surprise and astonishment, the grand entrance of these elves brought awe to them, so much that they could not even speak for a while. After all, even the person who had lived the longest among them all had never seen a High Elf before.

And the High Elf leading the rest was Theon.

It appeared that all the guests they were expecting had already gathered here. Added with the dark elves who arrived yesterday, this was probably the biggest gathering of Arcadia's strongest individuals. Even the strong Arcadian elites felt overwhelmed by their presence.

Tristan, however, did not look at them the same way. Observing them, he calculated in his mind a few times. They definitely had a lot when it came to their number and none of them could be considered weak at all, but even after adding in the things they had prepared beforehand, Tristan still found that they were not enough. Not even close. Even so, this was all he could get. He had to make do with what he had.

Tomorrow was certainly going to be one busy day. It would be the day of him anointed as the King of Arcadia.

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