At the age of 22, Varian was at the most vigorous time.

He longs to make achievements and to become a hero who will one day be comparable to Uncle Anduin, whom he admires the most.

It’s not that he doesn’t like Duke, but that Duke is always a mage, not on the same path.

Anduin's words alerted Varian very well.

He bowed his head humbly and bowed to Anduin.

At this time, Carlia, who had not spoken, spoke. Even though she had grown much more mature, she was still the unique voice of the soft girl: "Duke, then what else can Lordaeron do for the league?"

Duke tapped the tabletop with his left index finger.

If the unrecognizable historical process has not changed, then in less than three months, Archmond kneels down and the power transmitted to Azeroth by the Burning Legion will be weakened immediately. At that time, the Lich King Neozu will destroy half of its strength. Logically speaking, the most ideal counterattack is at that time.

It's just that it's too negative.

First of all, the premise is that Archmond has to kneel down. If Archmond is too awesome in this life, it really blows up Mount Hygar, gets the Well of Eternity, and destroys the World Tree. It will be a waste of everyone together.

Secondly, the alliance has preserved more vitality than in history. At least two-thirds of Lordaeron's elite army has been saved, which gives the alliance more confidence.

There will be no more bloody crusaders called dogs, and the slightly miserable but praised Silver Dawn.

Moreover, if Carlia becomes the queen, it would be a waste to put it in the palace as a mascot.

While Duke was thinking about it, he suddenly received new news.

It was a magical image sent by a sacrificed mage apprentice: In the picture, Archmond's huge body swept westward from the fragile Lordaeron continent.

The land invaded by the Scourge Legion is just the death of all living beings and the withering of all things, at least the earth or the earth, the forest or the forest.

The places where Archmond passed by were easily burned to pieces by the flames flowing out of his body.

The earth is sinking deep, and everything that can be burned will be turned into ashes.

Perhaps, that's why they are called the Burning Legion, not the Demon Legion.

In his heart, Duke cursed fiercely: "Damn, since this guy can teleport here, he will not teleport to Kalimdo directly by himself!?"

Despite the scolding, Duke still carefully asked the officers who had been sent to the sequel. The news was that Archmond had already gone to the Orson Farm in the Silver Song Forest in the western part of the continent of Lordaeron.

"It is expected that this huge demon will reach the South River Coast later tomorrow." The messenger said.

Duke pondered for a moment and gave the first order: "Notify Dailin to make way for the sea and not to contact Archmond."

Turning his head, Duke looked at Queen Caria who was hoping and eager to do the mission: "Please inform Moglani. Let Abidis and Turayan push the front line again to the Sodoril River, and then let Dassorhan and Moglani go to lead the army to attack Keldaron in person."

"Keldaron?" Ilushia obviously trembled all over. She could never forget it. After all, she lived in Keldaron throughout her childhood.

"Sadly, Ilushia has become the biggest base of the Curse God Cult. The Scourge called it the Spiritual Academy. The Dean of the Dark Gadine continuously trained the Dark Acolytes and the Undead Mage there. Breaking it out is equivalent to cutting off an important source of troops from the Scourge."

Anduin snapped his fingers and seemed a little happy: "A good idea. And it happened to be near the front line. But don't the other party have two big lichs of Xiji? Are we..."

Duke shook his head: "You don't know enough about the two great lichs. Anastrian is not the kind of guy who is willing to obey orders and is a dog. Kel Thuzad doesn't like to face a head-on battle. He won't play until he has died. But for insurance, I can ask Crasus to help attack Keldaron. If there is anything, I can still hold on until I teleport."

Carlia smiled: "Then I'm fine."

"What about us?" Varian was a little eager to try.

"Call Magnie and let's go to Dalaran for an armed parade."

Varian suddenly became depressed. He was not lacking in wisdom. He immediately understood what this was. Archmond yelled at Dalaran and directly turned Dalaran into ruins.

It is conceivable that Alsace will likely evacuate Dalaran.

Now the Scourge Legion is in great power. Ridiculously attacking Lordaeron's homeland will stimulate Alsace to fight back fiercely. As long as the commander who is more clear-headed is clear, it is impossible to eat the Scourge Legion in one bite at this moment. The most correct way to do it is to make a quick plan.

So counterattacking Dalaran and other things are more of a political attitude. Just as Lothar recovered the Arachi Heights and Rapids Fortress, which had almost no established undead legion, the table said that it had recovered so much territory, but in fact it was a piece of white land.

No one would want to stay there except the most resolute Rapidsburgers.

In fact, over a hundred thousand Gilness and Stormgardians have responded to Gianna's call and have boarded or prepared to board the ship to Theramore, located across the endless sea of ​​the sea.

After most of the day of discussion, the tasks of each legion were finally decided.

After the meeting, Lothar privately found Duke and told me that Duke was not surprised: "If I go to fight Archmond this time, I can't go. I plan to give [Quelzalam] to Turayan."

"Anduin your body..."

Losa smiled bitterly: "I was injured when I was young, but I realized it was bad after I was sixty. Many parts of my bones and muscles were painful all the time." Losa took off her coat, turned red on her upper body, and pointed to the scars on her body. Duke noticed that several scars were left behind when she fought against Orgrim.

Thinking of Losa's illness, he came out again to lead the army to fight, Duke couldn't help but feel a sore nose: "Then..."

"Although as a warrior, dying on the battlefield is the best destination, if we want to weaken the hope of victory for the alliance and even the world's intelligent races, then I would rather give up the magic sword and let the stronger younger generations gamble on the future of mankind. I have decided to do not persuade me. You should also understand Tulayan, he is a good guy."

"indeed."

"I'll leave it to you this time. I hope you can have good news. If you fail, don't worry, I will still be there. Even if I just hold a broken iron sword, I will go to fight Archmond."

While Lossa was speaking seemingly relaxed words, he was clearly looking at a free and easy smile. Duke could deeply feel Lossa's helpless feeling.

Duke's chest tightened, not only awe-inspiring, but also a feeling of great regret.

The veteran does not die, but just wither...
Chapter completed!