Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 279: Next Steps

Day after day, year after year, the stone giant Fuzruk wanders the Arathi Highlands.

No Arathi knows what it does. It never attacks people actively. However, once attacked, it will tell you what the wrath of a giant is.

Thousands of years have passed from ancient times to the present.

There were countless people who tried to kill Fozruk in order to obtain the legendary treasure. Some even gathered several powerful Moonlight Wizards to encircle and suppress the stone giant Fozruk.

No one succeeded?

No! It worked!

According to historical records, at least three groups of people successfully killed it.

The result was nothing.

There was no treasure, no clue of any treasure, only worthless stones and a pile of iron ore worth only a penny.

However, after a few days, the stone giant Fuzruk resurrected, forgetting the humans who had attacked and killed it, and wandered aimlessly in the designated area of ​​Arathi Highlands.

But the orcs don't know this story!

After hearing the orc leader threaten Duke in the terrible Common Language, and then Duke brazenly claiming that Fuzruk was his servant, the knights around Duke all understood what kind of guy their master was.

Damn it! You are full of bad intentions!

But...we like it!

A boss who can kill orcs is a good boss.

Those who were wary of wizards becoming lords would naturally not choose to hang out with Duke, but those who were willing to follow him were of course mentally prepared.

What's more, they have been fighting the orcs for such a long time, and more or less their relatives and friends have died in the battle. Seeing that the orcs are about to occupy most of the Arathi Highlands, how can the knights be in a good mood?

The result was that the actor Duke, along with a group of extras, walked past the stone giant's feet in a dignified manner. As he walked past, Duke did not forget to shout: "Kill him, Fuzruk!"

On the carriage, Ilucia, who was standing behind Duke, was so nervous that her heart almost flew out of her chest. She couldn't help but tightly grasped a corner of Duke's clothes. Duke was stunned and a little unhappy. Seeing Ilucia's expression of being about to cry but not daring to cry, Duke could only comfort her in a low voice.

"It's okay. Fuzruk won't attack anyone."

"What if...what if I accidentally touch it?" Tears welled up in Ilucia's eyes.

Duke patted Queen Sylvanas on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Sylvanas is misleading."

Sylvanas glared at Duke fiercely, clearly saying: You are full of bad intentions.

Seeing Sylvanas's expression, Ilucia calmed down a little.

Sure enough, Duke and his team passed through quickly without any danger.

The stone giant Fuzruk still took firm steps, seemingly moving towards the direction of the Horde army.

If the commander-in-chief today was not the young and energetic Rend Blackhand but a more mature chieftain of a large Horde clan, he would never act so rashly.

Unfortunately, there are no ifs in this world.

"Let the dragons attack!" Rend's order was conveyed by the messenger in the form of a horn to the Dragonmaw Orc dragons hovering in the air.

As it happens, Zuluhed is on another front today.

the Horde missed this last chance to avoid making a mistake.

In order to demonstrate his military prowess and his command power that was no less than that of his father Blackhand, Rend actually only ordered the dragons to attack Fuzruk, without attacking Duke and his party at the same time.

Perhaps they felt that Sylvanas' arrows were still a great threat to the dragon riders.

Or perhaps he thought that killing the stone giant that Duke relied on most first would severely undermine the morale of Duke and his crew.

Anyway, tens of thousands of orcs entered the show-watching mode, watching a dozen red dragons fighting stone giants.

Fuzruk was very strong, and all creatures that could truly bear the name of giant were weaklings. After being attacked, it immediately launched a fierce counterattack, and the huge stone smashed several red dragons, breaking their bones and muscles. After emitting miserable wails, they fell to the ground.

After a full fifteen minutes, and at the cost of the lives of twelve young red dragons, the stone giant Fuzruk fell down and turned into a pile of rubble burning with scorching anger.

"Hahaha! Did you see that? Edmund Duke! This is the end of the powerful elemental creatures you relied on! Stupid and despicable guy, do you have any other tricks? Use them all at once?" Reid's loud sneer aroused cheers from the orcs.

Their wild laughter was so loud that it seemed as if the whole world was laughing at Duke's arrogance.

No one noticed that Sylvanas's agile and fast figure had flashed past the body of the stone giant Fuzruk, took something away, and then returned to Duke incredibly quickly.

Duke threw a small stick emitting a dull earthy glow to Gavinrad beside him.

"Hey, Gavinrad, do you remember the series of tasks I asked you to do?"

"Ugh!" Gavinrad recalled the task Duke had given him before he came to Arathi Highlands, and still feels a pain in his balls.

In the northern mountains of Arathi Highlands, the loyal Paladin Gavinrad followed the instructions of Du Dahuyou and found the whereabouts of a princess.

The poor princess was imprisoned under a huge crystal. Her voice was soft and gentle, like tears and complaints, and she begged for help from the fair paladin. This scene was like the reappearance of countless fairy tales - the princess was in trouble, but where was the brave prince?

I clearly felt something was wrong.

Why would a princess be imprisoned in a place like this?

I have never heard of any princess from any of the seven human kingdoms, dwarves, or elves going missing. But since it was a task that Duke had repeatedly told me to complete, Gavinrad had no choice but to obey.

During the following days, the Lord Paladin almost ran his legs off.

Go bully the kobolds and collect the Dust of Myzrael.

And then he went to fight some random small elemental creatures and unlock some kind of imprisoned stone.

Finally, the mysterious princess' instructions were to deal with the biggest mystery in Arathi Highlands, the stone giant Fuzruk.

Gavinrad still remembered the princess's final request in a clear voice:

"The opening of the Binding Stone has mostly unlocked the things that bound me, but there is still an unbreakable lock that keeps me from moving. Do you see the Keystone in this circle of stones? The key to unlock the lock is in the hands of Fuzruk, one of the giants who imprisoned me and the keeper of this stone lock."

"You must obtain a key called the Magic Rod of Order from Fuzruk to open the Keystone. You have done so much for me, great knight. If you can only do me a small favor, I will be grateful to you!"

Before I knew it, the continuous mission was almost completed! Although I don't know what princess that is, I am the knight who saves the princess!

Gavinrad felt a little excited just thinking about it.

Duke patted Gavinrad, a noble Paladin, on the shoulder and said, "Now, trust me, the princesses of Azeroth are mostly scams"

In his heart, Duke silently changed the word "mostly" to "all".

Gavinrad was in a state of bewilderment: Sir Edmund, do you know what princess that is? What is that? Her voice is so beautiful, why...

Duke said righteously, "The Creator is fair. Most people with nice voices are not pretty. Most pretty people have bad voices. The chances of having a nice voice and being pretty are very small. Besides, when you heard the title 'Princess of the Earth', did you really not associate it with the elemental system?"

Gavinrad's face turned pale in an instant.

At the same time, a terrible roar was coming from under the ground surrounded by a circle of stones.

In previous games, this Earth Princess suddenly appeared like a flash. Now, in the real world of Azeroth, the Earth Princess's appearance is of course extremely real.

On the piece of land that attracted the attention of tens of thousands of people, the ground was shaking violently, and it seemed that a huge active volcano had suddenly been born underneath. The faint sound of the shocking sound seemed as if a giant lava beast covered in flames and magma was about to break free from its cage.

Gavinrad suddenly discovered that in several other places in Arathi Highlands, bright pillars of light shot up into the sky, and those places happened to be the places he had been to - those were the places where several outer confinement magic circles were located.

It was obvious that the unknown terrifying creature beneath the earth, who called herself "Princess", was releasing the last of its restraints.

"No! A trap set by despicable humans! Retreat! Everyone retreat!" Rend screamed loudly. He really didn't believe in Duke's integrity. Just over half a year ago, he saw with his own eyes that it was Duke who set the entire Stormwind City on fire and dragged 100,000 Blackrock clan members into the fiery hell.

Everything was wrong, and with the chieftain's order to retreat, the orc army suddenly fell into panic. Everyone, whether it was the wolf riders riding war wolves eager to avenge their dead companions or the orc warriors advancing on foot, was a little confused, and then turned around and ran away in a panic.

In their imagination, all they had to do was stay away from that strange boulder fence.

"My lord, it's time to retreat!" Duke's knight shouted hurriedly.

"Duke! It's too close here." This was Gavinrad's voice.

"Duke!" Sylvanas also shouted with concern.

Ilucia quietly pulled Duke's clothes tighter.

Only Duke was extremely calm, with a nonchalant and servile expression, oh no, a pretentious expression as if he had masturbated to ashes while chatting and laughing. A small iceberg was emerging under his feet, lifting Duke's figure up high, so that every knight around him could see him, and every log who dared to look back could see his figure.

"Retreat? Why retreat? The trap I set myself, how could it backfire on me? Watch me carefully, this is the third time I have set a trap to kill the orcs. From now on, every orc will tremble in fear when they hear my name. I want every orc to no longer dare to confront humans, and to crawl at the feet of humans to accept the judgment of justice, and pay the price for the orcs' invasion and massacre of the intelligent races in the world of Azeroth! I want the reputation of the Alliance to resound throughout heaven and hell—"

Following Duke's clear and loud declaration, Gavinrad, Ilucia, Sylvanas and a hundred knights all raised their heads.

If someone else said this, he must be a big talker who can do nothing but bragging.

But he is Edmund Duke, the most recognized tactical and strategic master in the entire Eastern Kingdom continent and the entire alliance.

There was an irrepressible feeling of excitement in everyone's heart, making their blood boil.

No more anxiety, no more fear.

The one hundred knights, in particular, were full of anticipation. They stared into the distance intently, waiting for the next scene of the orcs' destruction.

Something deep underground is approaching the surface at high speed.

As the rumbling sound got closer to the stone fence, the huge source of the sound suddenly changed direction and chose to break through the ground from another direction.

"No - how is this possible!?" Rend Blackhand discovered with horror that the thing actually turned a corner and turned towards the area where the orcs were most concentrated.

Duke started to tease, saying something that no one around him could understand: "A level 44 elite is a little weak! I deliberately want to strengthen her, how could she not accept it?"

As the loud noise from underground quickly approached the ground, all the orcs looked down at their feet.

All of a sudden, the shaking ground suddenly flashed, as if the sun's light illuminated the entire battlefield, but that light was not actually a reflection of the sun, but the light of a magic circle rising from the ground.

trap!

It's definitely a trap!

Along with the dazzling earth-yellow light gushing out from the ground, a huge hole finally appeared in the ground, and a huge female hand made of marble suddenly broke out of the ground. The moment it came out, it crushed more than 10 orcs to death.

The next second, a huge forearm that was 25 meters long protruded from the ground, and with just one sweep, at least three-digit orcs died.

The sky and the ground were littered with the remains of orc warriors. The splattered blood poured like a waterfall onto the heads and bodies of the orcs who had not yet escaped the danger zone. Broken limbs were spinning in the air, and the sprayed internal organs were stained on the wolves not far away.

The giant wolves that were once extremely fierce and powerful, all became losers in front of this more terrifying and larger unknown existence. They tucked their tails between their legs, let out timid cries, and ran away at full speed.

Unfortunately, it was too late, in response to the dazzling light emanating from the magic circle.

There was only a deep rift left on the edge of the giant magic circle, and below the rift was an abyss. There was only so much soil on the earth, and if one side cracked, the excess soil would inevitably bulge on the other side due to compression.

Where did the soil go?

They continued to rise upwards, and then combined into a huge circular barrier that looked like an unopened flower bud. The barrier, which covered the sky and the sun, was more than two hundred meters high, trapping at least thirty thousand tribesmen in the dark circular land.

With no hope of escape, all the surviving orcs could not help but turn back and stare at the terrifying creature with its upper arm protruding and the entire arm over fifty meters long.

The orcs' hearts were beating fast with fear: Uh, what the hell is coming out?

The terrifying being that emerged from the ground finally lifted up the soil and climbed out of the ground. Like a landslide, a large amount of soil that seemed to be enough to fill up the entire Thandol Strait fell from her huge body, and the "clattering" sound reminded people of a rainstorm.

Her figure was so huge that every orc had to tilt his head as high as possible to see her in full.

It was a stone giantess who was over 100 meters tall. She had a rough human face with a terrible red nose in the middle of her face. Her flaxen short hair was OK. Apart from her low appearance, her body proportions were actually quite good, at least she looked like a human. She was wearing a moon-white dress made of unknown material, and she really looked like a princess. Unfortunately, her thick and strong limbs were not acceptable to human aesthetics.

When her towering body like a skyscraper was fully displayed in front of the orcs, everyone felt a huge pressure descending on the battlefield.

After seeing what the princess he had saved looked like and what she did in the image transmitted from the Mage's Eye, Gavinrad, one of the original five paladins, cursed rarely.

"Bastard! Give me back my beautiful dream! Damn it! What kind of princess is this? Ah - I don't believe in love anymore..." Gavinrad's only consolation was that at least he was not the fool who personally summoned Princess Myzrael and then was beaten by the princess.

"Hahaha! Gavinrad, why don't you go and have a tryst with your beloved princess!" Sylvanas bent down and laughed heartlessly.

"Huff!" Ilucia covered her mouth like a lady, obviously trying to hold back her laughter.

Only Duke, who had seen through everything, comforted the poor kid: "Dear Paladin, have you forgotten the virtues of a Paladin? A Paladin will not act for the sake of reward. Or do you think that the one who needs to be sealed or imprisoned is an ordinary human?"

"No, I think it might be the high elves who are not recognized by Silvermoon City..."

Gavinrad was immediately given a cold stare by Sylvanas. This first generation of the Five Holy Knights had obviously been taught a lesson by Sylvanas in the name of "sparring", and he immediately became depressed.

Duke gave Gavinrad a look that said 'You are a man, don't be a coward'.

Gavinrad rolled his eyes: If you can do it, then do it?

Duke curled his lips and looked at his wizard badge: I am a gentleman.

Gavinrad rolled his eyes for the second time: Your sister...

"the Horde's army on the southern front is in trouble..." When the Dragonmaw Orc cavalry soaring in the sky saw this scene, this was the only thought in their minds.

Trapped in the huge stone wall, Rend Blackhand suddenly realized that he and his men had been badly tricked by Duke. This damn princess was definitely an elemental creature, and whether he and his men were willing or not, they had to fight this giantess fiercely.

Rend turned around in shock and anger, and opened his mouth wide to yell at his subordinates.

Unfortunately, in the dazzling ochre light caused by the elemental summoning, the giantess' laughter drowned out the voices of all the orcs.

Shouts, curses, and the sound of drums and trumpets were all drowned out by the beautiful but overbearing voice of the giantess.

"Hahaha! You stupid green-skinned humans, do you think you can get treasures from me? Well, I'll show you my treasures." Princess Misler laughed and waved her arms as if she was doing stretching exercises.

After a series of strange explosions, all the orcs shut their mouths. Everyone saw many water elemental giants and fire elemental giants appearing around them, and everyone saw the fear on the faces of their companions, and saw their mouths opening and closing, but they could not make that heroic shout.

No "lok-tar" for victory

There is no giant heart "Grom" that symbolizes courage

There is only silence and despair.

No one could make any sound, except for the faint trembling sound of fangs clashing when teeth were clenched.

The disadvantage of the Horde's declining combat effectiveness finally became apparent at this time.

If these were the elite soldiers led by the original Blackhand, they would have rushed forward with heavy weapons at this moment.

Even if it means death, I will never be a coward.

If the leader of the team is a famous chief in the Horde, a great hero like Hellscream or Deadeye, the orcs will also have a backbone.

Unfortunately, the one here is Rend Blackhand, a small chieftain of a newly established clan who has not yet proven himself. Perhaps he has excellent blood, but before there is any record of victory, no orc will recognize Rend's bravery.

Rend raised his arms and shouted, but his voice was muffled and ineffective.

Stone Edge Exile

These are Princess Myzrael's summons.

Unlike the original version, these Stone Exiles, composed of various elemental creatures, have also been strengthened.

Yes, that huge elemental amplification magic circle was Duke's work. Duke not only enhanced the princess, but also enhanced the princess's summons in disguise.

Otherwise, the princess would only be unsealed at the original stone fence seal, and would not appear under the orcs. Like the most professional terrorist, Duke even anticipated the orcs' reaction and lured out Mizrael in the core area of ​​their evacuation.

In order to create the effect of closing the door and beating the dog, Duke also attached a magic model to the magic circle. Well, only a certain time traveler can understand the ultimate move of Heaven Collapse and Earth Splitting from a certain prince.

Now, Mizrael's minions are showing their power.

Blazing fireballs, accompanied by shrieking explosions, staggered across this closed battlefield. Not only was there the deadly Fireball, there were also Frost Nova and Lightning Shield and so on. The magic that the high elves and humans had learned with great difficulty was actually just the innate skills of elemental creatures.

Of course, it is not as smooth as the elemental creatures.

The huge fireball hit the grass, and regardless of whether it hit anyone, it immediately caused a turbulent gust of wind mixed with blood, flesh, and dirt.

Even the bravest orcs could not help but pause subconsciously. Terrifying shock waves, some white, some yellow, spread out one after another, like drops of water falling on a calm lake during rain. Bright circles spread out one after another.

However, any circle represented death and destruction. No matter whether it was a burly orc or a giant wolf weighing over a ton, they were all lifted up by the shockwaves of the elemental magic explosion and flew backwards. If you were unlucky and encountered several shockwaves exploding at the same time, you would be killed without a complete body.

Following Duke's instructions, Ilucia is doing a live broadcast of magic communication.

On the other side of the communication mirror, the voice of King Thoras Trollbane was heard: "Duke, you are the eternal brother of our people of Stromgarde."

No one knew better than Thoras how important it was for Duke to take care of these orcs. The more elite orcs Duke killed, the easier it would be for them to defend Stromgarde.

Stromgarde is indeed easy to defend but difficult to attack. No isolated city can be defended forever.

To the west and south of Stromgarde are cliffs facing the sea. In fact, there is a beach at the bottom of the cliff. The Alliance, which controls the sea power, can still go there by land and sea or even from the eastern beach of Southsea Town, and provide supply support to Stromgarde through the secret passage at the bottom of the cliff there.

So Stromgarde is definitely not an isolated city.

When the system prompt "Your reputation with Stromgarde has been stabilized at Revered" came from the spiritual world, Duke snapped his fingers coolly.

"Let's go."

"Go? Where are we going?" Sylvanas asked.

"It's time to go to Hinterland. I think there should be news from there soon."

"Then...what about this Earth Princess?"

Duke glanced at the image from the Mage's Eye, where Myzrael was killing people. Duke's mouth curled up in an evil way.

"Second sister, you've been with me for so long, you should have learned to trust me, right?"

"Get lost! Who is your second sister!" If it weren't for the fact that there were so many people around Duke and it would have a bad influence in public, Sylvanas would definitely teach Duke a lesson.

In fact, not only Sylvanas didn't understand, but Ilucia and all the knights didn't understand either.

Here, it was Gavinrad who had the clearest understanding of Duke's deeds.

"Ahem!" He knew that he had to be a bootlicker, and now was the highlight moment: "Sir Edmund's plan is the most sophisticated. If I am not mistaken, the magic circle's blessing on Princess Myzrael is time-limited."

There was no fool among the people present; everyone understood it immediately.

Damn it! It was really insidious. They let an earth element princess who had been sealed for who knows how many years and was obviously not a good person fight to the death with the Horde, and then when the Horde and the princess were almost done, they directly cancelled the bonus...

This, this, this is so despicable and shameless!

but...

We like it!

Duke and his party left without checking the results of the battle. They left in front of the Horde dragon riders. Sylvanas sat on the roof of the carriage with a bow, and it was obvious that she would shoot anyone who dared to come over.

Without daring to launch a rash attack, the Dragonmaw Clan's cavalry almost gave Duke a courtesy escort.

The soldiers at Wall Thoradin were all stunned as they watched Duke and his group slowly approaching with dozens of flying dragons following them in the air.

The gatekeeper on duty really didn't know whether to open the door or not.

"Open the door!" The appearance of General Abendis, the supreme commander guarding the Wall of Soladin, made the gatekeeper, who was under great pressure, feel relieved.

Abendis rubbed his brows and smiled bitterly at his subordinates. "I thought that only Lothar was a true warrior, but I didn't expect that the genius Duke was so brave. With the two of them, the Stormwind doesn't have to worry about restoring the country...Okay, send out all the Griffins to welcome our heroes."

"But the Griffins are no match for the Flying Dragons!" Abendis's adjutant reminded.

"Idiots, those fools on the opposite side really dare to go against you. Wouldn't you fly close to Deputy Commander Edmund? The female archer goddess of the high elves is there." Looking at Sylvanas, Abendis felt indescribable envy.

That is the highest level elf ranger hero!

She might not feel that in plain warfare, but once she entered the jungle warfare where rangers excelled, rangers of this level were like gods. In her eyes, heavy infantry, magicians, and strong orcs were nothing more than an arrow. There was no difference at all. If she was given enough time and arrows, she could destroy an entire legion by herself.

They said on the surface that they came to support Lothar, but in fact they just followed Duke from beginning to end, and no one could command them.

"Well, if I have to choose, I would rather have a ranger heroine than a princess." Of course, Abendis only dared to say this to himself in his heart. If he dared to say it out loud, he would definitely be criticized by King Terenas who failed to sell his daughter.

Duke marched through the Thoradin Wall and arrived at Tarren Mill.

The current Tarren Mill is far from the town of death ruled by the Forsaken in later generations. There is no messy poisonous gas and no gloomy bones. Now Tarren Mill is just a territory under the rule of Alterac and belonging to the Barov family.

At this moment, a large army was gathering on both sides of the road south of the town.

The blue lion flag with gold edges held high by the leading knight clearly indicated to which side this army belonged - the Kingdom of Stormwind.

King Llane stood on his horse like a sword.

The king who had lost his capital and was like a stray dog ​​now looked very different. He was surrounded by loyal knights.

And behind him were 50,000 elite infantrymen.

In the distance, I saw a scout waving on the hill.

A smile appeared on Llane's resolute face.

"Line up!"

As soon as an order was given, the messenger blew the horn immediately.

The soldiers, who were sitting by the road in a state of rest, performed perfectly.

They were not in the least panic. Each of them seemed to be an automatic puzzle piece guided by an unknown force. They found their own position in an instant and formed long and straight marching squares.

The armor was well tied to the body. Because they were marching, each soldier only wore half armor, but the shields tied to their hands were tied very well. As long as there was a little disturbance, they could immediately draw their swords and put their shields upright to form a solid shield wall with their comrades.

When the team gets closer to the inside, the spearmen will immediately raise their spears, turning the formation into a big hedgehog.

The commanders of each squadron stepped out one by one and began to inspect the formations of their subordinates. In fact, they were just playing a supervisory role. The captains of each team had already restrained their subordinates well.

In just ten minutes, an orderly marching array appeared on both sides of the road.

At this time, a small cavalry team came galloping towards them from afar.

Seeing this scene from afar, Llane and General Tom Seamus beside him both showed obvious joy. Not only them, but every Knight of the Stormwind showed a warm smile.

At the front of the group of people were a man and a woman.

The woman was an elf ranger, her pride and wildness were comparable to the stars in the sky. Her impressive record gave her style, including the flying dragon cavalry, and nearly four-digit effective kills, which was enough to make her the leader of the entire alliance's archer corps.

The man was an extremely young mage, and the star emblem on his left chest told everyone that he was an extremely rare young master mage. But the most eye-catching thing was his calmness and ease, his supreme demeanor that seemed to be able to destroy thousands of armies in the midst of laughter and chatter deeply attracted every soldier.

The wisdom in his eyes fully revealed his commanding temperament.

Lion sighed softly: "Lothar fought very well in Silverpine Forest."

General Seamus replied: "Yes! Marshal Lothar is a natural commander."

While Duke was busy with the battle of Arathi Highlands, Lothar did a good job there. He took advantage of the Horde's eagerness to expand its living space, pretended that the defense line collapsed, and after sacrificing nearly 100 kilometers of defense in the southern part of Silverpine Forest, he organized all the cavalry to surround the orcs in the salient, and then cooperated with the FFF regiment's flamethrower troops to encircle and kill 50,000 orc soldiers in one fell swoop.

This completely changed the power balance between the Alliance and the Horde in Silverpine Forest.

After this battle, the Horde basically lost the ability to break into Tirisfal Glades. However, with Grom Hellscream choosing to defend to the death, the Alliance's attack on the Horde camp felt like a rat pulling a turtle and having no idea where to start.

It is a blessing for a country to have a talented leader.

Who would have thought that the two most brilliant commanders in the entire Eight-Nation Alliance were both from the Stormwind?

Even Llane, who watched Duke's rise step by step, felt a sense of happiness as if a pie fell from the sky when he was starving to death.

After a series of wars, not only were the people saved, but the Stormwind also trained elite soldiers.

Soldiers who have never experienced real combat are rookies who are easily killed no matter how well they are trained. Looking at the eight countries in the Alliance, which one is as lucky as Stormwind Kingdom, which has successfully trained a full 120,000 strong soldiers through two defensive battles with the 50,000 elite soldiers originally evacuated from Stormwind City as the backbone?

This is still a rough number. In fact, according to Duke's guidance, there are disguised acts of killing prisoners in the area controlled by Stormwind.

It is not entirely correct to accuse Stormwind of killing prisoners, because the name of the game is gladiatorial contest, but it is usually 10 fully armed militiamen who have received four weeks of military training against one orc.

The militia can kill orcs at will, but orcs are not allowed to kill militia. The death of any militia will result in the beheading of 20 orc captives.

Stormwind uses this method to quickly and effectively train all adult men.

Although the Church of the Holy Light had also complained about this behavior, Lordaeron also had an arena, and killing captives in this way was really beyond reproach.

Besides, among the hundreds of thousands of refugees in Stormwind Kingdom, who doesn't have a blood feud with the orcs?

If the Stormwind is really desperate enough to resort to war, it can immediately mobilize 300,000 soldiers. I wonder if the orcs are afraid. Of course, until the last moment, Llane will never send every last man in the Stormwind to the battlefield. Because this is absolutely a nightmare for the plan to restore the country.

Fortunately, King Llane has Duke.

A commander who is most calculating and achieves the greatest victory at the lowest cost.

"Duke--" Seeing Duke coming, Llane dismounted first and opened his arms to greet Duke.

"Uh." Duke was a little flattered. In his and everyone's impression, only Anduin and Medivh, the king's childhood friends, had received such treatment from Llane.

Even Duke Bolvar, the heir of the Fordragon family who had been loyal to Royal House Wrynn for a thousand years, did not receive such treatment.

It is obvious that from now on, Edmund Duke will be an unshakable name among the most important officials of Stormwind.

"Duke, you've worked hard." Llane's eyes were filled with undisguised tears.

It was pity, it was sighing, and more of it was touching.

Everyone knows that once the Horde is defeated, the Stormwind will definitely benefit the most. It will go from being a ruined country that only exists on paper to becoming a powerful country that dominates all directions.

The people are still there, the army is strong, the navy is powerful, and what is lacking is the rich land that we once owned.

Finally, when Llane finished hugging him and he was freed from the suffocating bear hug, Duke smiled.

"No, for Stormwind, everything is worth it."

"Why are you being so modest? We all know your great achievements in Arathi Highlands." General Seamus complimented Duke frankly: "35,000 orc soldiers and 12,000 laborers were killed, and 23,000 were seriously injured. You fought a fierce battle in this blocking battle."

Duke rubbed his nose with his index finger, a little embarrassed. "No, I didn't do anything. The key point is that I found a record of Princess Myzrael in the ancient book of Karazhan, and then I untied her imprisonment, defeated her, and then imprisoned her... Well, I think I was just bored."

Duke spoke so lightly of defeating the frenzied attack of an army of tens of thousands of orcs that it actually made the people around him feel awe-inspiring.

Patting Duke on the shoulder, Llane said without further ado: "Okay, I'll leave these 50,000 elite soldiers to you. You rescued them before, and even though I have absolute confidence in you, I have to say this in advance. If one man dies in Stormwind, one less man will die. I don't want you to lose them by mistake."

Duke promised: "Don't worry. I will take 50,000 people with me, and I will at least bring back an additional 100,000 elite troops for the alliance."

Almost at the same time, in Hinterland.

"There, my king! Look!"

Kurdran Wildhammer - King of the Wildhammer Dwarves, a dwarf king with a big beard like an orange flame. As the most famous griffon rider in the Wildhammer tribe, he has a best partner, that is his griffon Skarre.

He followed the direction pointed by a dwarf named Farand under his command.

Kurdran's sharp eyes caught something. He kicked Skarre with his heel. His griffon mount neighed softly in response, folded its wings and began to dive down.

Soon he could vaguely see a mass of something moving through the forest below.

Troll?

No, absolutely not.

Ever since the War of the Three Hammers 230 years ago, the Wildhammer dwarves left Khaz Modan and headed north to the Hinterlands, where they rested and recuperated in Aerie Mountain, and have had many conflicts with the trolls here.

Even a Wildhammer dwarf would recognize what a troll looks like if he turned to ashes.

The guys below had green skin similar to that of the disgusting forest trolls, but they were walking on the ground instead of skimming over the branches.

As creatures that knew the forest almost as well as elves, their steps were too heavy and too careless. It should be said that those guys didn't even think about covering their tracks.

As they crossed an open field, Kurdran saw the creatures clearly. They were taller and more muscular than humans, with thick muscles and long, heavy legs like elephants.

They were carrying or shouldering super heavy weapons like giant axes and hammers. Whatever these guys were, they were preparing for war.

"Damn green monsters. They're so ugly!"

Kurdran pulled back on the reins, causing the griffin's head to tilt back, meaning the griffin would climb.

Skarre swung its long golden tail, spread its huge wings and flapped them vigorously a few times, stirring up a large gust of wind, and climbed into the sky again.

There, Farand and the other Griffin Knights were circling, waiting for their king.

Kurdran piloted the Skarre and joined the flying formation.

"Go back!" Kurdran called out, and the entire team of griffin knights began to fly at high speed.

The wind was whistling in his ears, and everything in his sight was flying backwards at high speed. The strong wind blew his well-groomed beard and hair to the side, pulling his chin. Flying day after day also made his skin rough and full of the smell of weather.

Even so, he and his men were still immersed in the pleasure of flying without gravity and could not extricate themselves.

fly.

This is more exciting than going through the three hairpin turns on Akina Mountain!

After a high-speed flight, a huge eagle-shaped stone sculpture was looking down at the land of Hinterland from west to east in a domineering manner.

That is his and all the Wildhammer dwarves' home - Aerie Peak.

Ever since the terrible War of the Three Hammers, the dwarves have been divided.

Although they had no fundamental conflicts with their Bronzebeard brothers, they chose to refuse to live under someone else's roof, crossed the huge strait, climbed over the Arathi Highlands, and came to Aerie Mountain.

Here, they became close friends with the griffin tribe that lived here. Flying in the sky with their griffin friends always brought them pride and joy.

Unfortunately, this flight did not bring any good mood to Kurdran.

The trolls attacked, bringing with them a host of mean and rude stranger humanoids.

"Everyone gather together, unless you want to see those ugly green monsters strolling through our land! Having a bonfire party with the corpses of our people on our land!" Kurdran roared in his deafening voice.

In a moment, the entire Eagle's Nest Mountain was awakened.

"Get ready for battle, boys. We're going to show those greenskin monsters that they are not welcome in the Hinterlands." Kurdran swung his hammer.

Half a day later, the Stormwind army marching northeast of Hillsbrad Foothills received the relevant news. After completing the handover, King Llane returned to Southshore and guarded Southshore together with Bolvar.

The commander of this army was naturally Duke.

"Are you sure they have united and are not just passing by?" Sylvanas asked an elven ranger nervously. With only one combat group left, these elven rangers were no longer enough to form a fighting force, and all of them were sent out by Queen Sylvanas to conduct reconnaissance.

The scout's report made Sylvanas very worried. If the trolls and orcs really became allies, it would further confirm Duke's speculation. Even if Duke sent Alleria and the elite of Windrunner back early in the morning, it would still cause great trouble.

The ranger replied angrily: "I am absolutely sure! I heard their conversation. Those damn trolls and orcs communicated in the broken human common language. In order to make each other understand, they shouted every word. It was obvious that they reached some kind of offensive and defensive alliance agreement."

The elf expressed deep concern, the same concern as Sylvanas: "They are preparing to attack Aerie Mountain and then head to Quel'Thalas."

Quel'Thalas is the homeworld of the high elves.

Just as the soldiers and civilians of Stormwind Kingdom hated the orcs who killed countless Stormwind citizens, the elves and trolls also hated each other.

Over the thousands of years of fighting over the forest, too much blood had been shed. Their hatred had melted into the blood-stained forest, so thick that it could not be dissolved.

If the trolls joined the Horde, it would be clear that the Horde would turn its attention directly to Quel'Thalas in order to thank its new allies.

Sylvanas turned her head to look at Duke. The playful, competitive, and indifferent aura that lingered around her had long since dissipated. All her aura formed a clear field, as if even the clock that would usher in the long-cherished moment of killing the trolls was frozen by her fighting spirit.

Sylvanas's ability to switch her aura at any time and at any place made Duke sigh inappropriately - well, Queen Sylvanas has both the liveliness of Windrunner and the coolness of a general. This super strong woman who can perfectly blend these two different temperaments, I really don't know who can conquer her.

In Duke's memory, until very late in the story, there was no memory of Sylvanas, the queen of the Forsaken, having any romantic relationship with anyone. And the later the story went on, the more...extreme Queen Sylvanas became.

Uh, let's not think about that for now.

What really changed the situation of the Alliance was the Third Dark Gate War.

Duke shook his head, driving away those thoughts that were inconsistent with the current situation from his mind.

"The situation has changed a lot. Since the trolls are likely to join the Horde, we must quickly inform the Wildhammer dwarves not to fight the Horde beforehand." Duke turned his head and looked at Windsor: "Reginald, you and the main force bring that thing and come as soon as possible."

Windsor nodded.

Duke looked at Tom Seamus again: "Tom."

"Speed ​​up the march? I understand."

Duke blinked and said, "I need you to enter the battlefield at an appropriate time. I will let Ilucia inform you of the details through magic transmission."

General Tom and Ilucia nodded.

Finally, Duke looked back at the anxious Sylvanas and said, "Since you are so anxious, then... fly with me?"

Watching the griffin riders bringing in two majestic griffins, Sylvanas managed to utter after a long while: "I don't know any riding skills."

"Scared?" Duke's eyes widened.