Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 837: Join us

Only Ravencrest shattered the magic crystal on the table with one sword.

"Wait! Our arcanists have never seen such a sophisticated illusion system! Who can guarantee that the information provided by you unknown outsiders is true? "

Rhonin was speechless for a moment. Reforming the magic image system and storing it was a technology that would be available ten thousand years from now. He really had no way to refute it now.

"Besides, who are you? What race are you? Don’t think your poor makeup can fool my eyes!" Ravencrest pointed at Rhonin who claimed to be Rodick and said, "Even if we are willing to believe that the Queen participated in this operation, it does not mean that we, the noble Kaldorei, have to believe you guys with unknown origins!"

Paranoia, stubbornness, arrogance...

It is precisely guys like Ravencrest who have a huge influence among the upper echelons of the entire Kaldorei Empire.

The lords who had been filled with indignation just now immediately distanced themselves from Rhonin and Vanessa.

At this time, Tyrande came out, and it was obvious that her clenched fists were shaking.

"It’s already this late! In the face of such a powerful enemy, you still have the heart to engage in your aristocratic politics!? This is no longer something we Kaldorei can handle on our own! We must unite all the forces that can be united..."

Ravencrest waved his hand!

"No - we have had enough of suspicion and betrayal! We are the Highborne, we are born noble rulers. Even if our queen is temporarily blinded, only the Highborne are qualified to open her eyes. I, Lord Ravencrest of Black Rook Hold, propose again - eliminate the treacherous minister Xavius! And implement a parliamentary system after this war fought in the name of the Queen - the Queen is still the nominal supreme head of the Kaldorei!"

Ravencrest’s eyes sharpened. "As for those giant alien monsters, we will use our swords and magic to show them how the Kaldorei occupied the most fertile land on this planet!"

How did you occupy it?

Of course, it was snatched from the trolls!

Use swords! Use bows and arrows! Use invincible magic!

Ravencrest’s loud shout was greeted with cheers from the other lords. Tyrande, Malfurion, Rhonin, and Vanessa were all silent.

Ravencrest said arrogantly to Tyrande and Malfurion: "You can choose to join our team, or not!"

Without even answering, he left the military meeting room in a mighty manner with a large number of lords.

Rhonin muttered in the universal language of mankind: "Is this fate? Or is the power of tradition so deep-rooted and unbreakable!?"

Vanessa obviously has a different opinion: "But the master still innovated the entire alliance. Those who are not suitable for the times will eventually be eliminated."

Rhonin suddenly shuddered. He understood Vanessa’s meaning a little bit - those who try to hinder the wheel of history without knowing their eyes are destined to be completely crushed by fate. No one can save them. All we can do is unite the remaining, purer, united forces.

Three days passed, and Ravencrest managed to gather an army of more than 300,000 Kaldorei, which formed a rolling torrent and marched towards the city of Azshara, which was mostly destroyed.

Meanwhile, in Azshara, Grom was very depressed.

Even though he knew that this was part of Duke’s plan, and even though he knew very well that patience might bring greater rewards, the Burning Legion emblem hanging on his chest still made him feel ashamed.

It wasn’t the first time he had seen a demon.

In his eyes, the seemingly huge and terrifying hellhound could be destroyed with just one axe.

The demon guard who looks smarter, has huge horns and a demon face, also has an axe.

...

In fact, he chopped down any demon with just one fucking axe.

But when these demons gathered together, he couldn’t chop much with his axe, because this group of demons was not just a pile of loose sand, but an army.

Without the support of his comrades, he believed that he could only kill a hundred demons at most before he died.

This made Grom both frustrated and depressed.

Walking along the corridors of the palace, as he approached the palace where the portals were located, more and more demons poured out from the palace gates.

He was not surprised that the building, which seemed so huge and beautiful to the elves, was intact.

Just as Duke had told him, a large portion of the elves who had fought alongside him ten thousand years later were now accomplices of the Burning Legion.

Grom could see the guards standing in a neat row by the wall, and if he got closer, he could even see twisted and horrible joy in their eyes at such a horrifying scene. Their silver eyes were red, and some looked like they were eager to become part of the demon army that was destined to destroy their homeland.

Grom felt disgusted and turned away quickly. On one side of the palace, he noticed that the Highborne’s quarters had also been preserved intact. Some of the Queen’s servants were walking from one room to another, as if nothing had happened around them.

Grom walked quickly to the portal area where Duke was. He suppressed the urge to kill the two Doomsday Guards at the door, went in, and met Duke.

"I’ve had enough!" Seeing that there were no other demons around, Grom whispered to Duke.

Duke smiled. It must be hard for him to let a tough guy like Grom play Infernal Affairs.

"Oh! Do you like war?"

Grom was stunned. He couldn’t see through Duke’s thoughts. After a moment’s hesitation, he replied, "I like it!"

"Those overconfident night elves have organized a large army. Of course, this is nothing to worry about. What I care about is that, according to the latest intelligence, it seems that one of your compatriots appears on the other side..." Duke smiled evilly.

"Compatriots!?" Grom’s eyes, as big as copper bells, opened wide.

Of course he knew Duke was referring to Brox!

Duke, who had transformed into a shadow priest, kept laughing evilly, as if he was the most evil incarnation of darkness: "I control you with my mind and torture you! You must be unhappy too! My slave - now I’m giving you a chance to be free. Go, kill your compatriot, and you will be free. Or, you will be killed by your compatriot! As for the future, whether you run away, or raise your axe to me or the Burning Legion, it’s all your freedom. Hehehehehe!"

"You...you devil!" Grom finally had some acting talent. He understood that Duke wanted him to jump back to the justice camp during the war.

Will he take out Brox?

Of course not!

As Grom, who has worked with Tyrande and Malfurion, knows best that the High Priestess of the Moon Goddess has a great skill in soothing the soul and dispelling negative mental states.