"We have eliminated the threat of a large insect nest in the Shining Plains and burned tens of thousands of insects to death with incendiary bombs, but this has also stimulated the insect swarms in the great rift in the Tanaris Desert. In the past three days, they have
The activities have become more frequent, and Qiraji workers have even appeared in the desert near Gadgetzan, and there are also commandos composed of winged insects constantly scouting outside the city of Gadgetzan."
"The goblins of the Steaming Sands Consortium believe that we have attracted the attack of insects. They ask us to compensate them for their business losses. It is said that several caravans of the goblins collecting information in the shrub valley near the Great Rift were attacked by the insect swarm for no reason.
Well, in short, the situation in the Tanaris Desert is very bad, and we believe that the abnormal activity of the Great Rift Hive is a signal that the bugs are gathering their troops to start a war."
The General of the Seventh Army, Halford Wymbane, pointed with a stern expression on the map behind his back with a pointing stick, introducing the current situation of Tanaris to the three representatives of the King of Stormwind Kingdom in front of him.
Countess Presto, who had just returned from Dustwallow Marsh, asked with some confusion:
"Why do those bugs regard us as enemies? Since they know how to conduct pre-war reconnaissance, it means that they have certain intelligence. Have humans ever made enemies with them?"
"No one knows why."
Archbishop Chaldea touched the handle of the purple ceremonial dagger at his waist with a calm expression, and said softly:
"I talked with the leader of the Wither Druids a few days ago. It was learned that at the beginning of the War of Quicksand 1,000 years ago, the war between the Qiraji and the Night Elves also broke out without warning. According to the Druids,
According to the Imen, the Qiraji are brutal in nature and are extremely hostile to any life except them. Why do they want to make us the target of war?"
"I guess it's just bad luck on our part."
The archbishop sighed:
"The Insects will not negotiate with us. Regardless of whether we are willing or not, the war has begun unilaterally. General Halfer, how is the morale of our soldiers? Are the supplies sufficient?"
"The morale of the Seventh Legion is currently good. After installing new muskets, in the numerous encounters so far, the soldiers have been able to eliminate charging bugs at long distances under the cover of artillery, without the need for close combat.
It was solved with swords, so there aren’t many casualties so far.”
General Halford Wymbane made a worried expression:
"But the situation cannot always be so smooth. The large army of bugs has been staying near the Great Crack. Once a full-scale battle begins, with the bugs' offensive mode, once they break through the fire defense line, they will inevitably cause us huge casualties. But if
The Seventh Army can be supplemented by enough artillery and artillery, and my men and I are confident that we can hold on in the Tanaris Desert until reinforcements arrive."
"As for supplies... Northenfogg, the big businessman of Steamwheedle Port, has always been on good terms with the empire. The goblin said that he can shoulder our supply line, but only if we pay a large deposit in advance."
As soon as the general finished speaking, Duke Aberlock waved his hand and said in a deep voice:
"Money is not a problem. As long as the combat effectiveness of the soldiers can be guaranteed, the Kingdom of Stormwind is willing to pay the money. As for the artillery ammunition you need, you can also replenish it in Gadgetzan. General Halver, you can ask the Kingdom for any necessary needs."
Apply, we will do everything we can to meet the needs of the soldiers, and we have only one request!"
The old Duke clenched his fists and said in a deep voice:
"Keep the bugs in the desert! Don't let a bug enter the kingdom... The people's lives have just returned to normal. A war breaking out in the hinterland of the kingdom will directly destroy all our efforts in the past year or so. In the past,
Can the Seventh Legion, which has repeatedly performed extraordinary feats on the battlefield and has high hopes from the people, realize this request?"
"Of course! Your Excellency the Duke!"
General Halver smashed his left fist on his breastplate and said in a deep voice:
"As long as the structure of the Seventh Legion is still there, the insects can't even think of crossing our defense line!"
This report on the battle situation in the Tanaris Desert Battlefield ended quickly. The Seventh Legion received full support from the Kingdom of Stormwind. This made the loyal and fearless General Halfor feel very happy. The disastrous defeat in the Battle of Northern Xinjiang
Later, when the human empire reestablished its territory in the New World, the empire's investment in the army became more generous than before. This was probably due to the influence of the fear left in the hearts of the rulers from the Northern Frontier War.
But both Halver and other generals know very well that with such strong support, if the army is unable to protect people's lives, then as military commanders, they will directly bear all responsibilities... The empire needs
An invincible army will be used in the future to challenge the Dark Blade Undead that once brought them endless fear, and the duty of the generals is to build such an army for the empire.
Whether it's bugs or other threats, this army must go through hardships, and they must win!
Otherwise, they will be ruthlessly eliminated.
On the other hand, after General Halver left, the three temporary rulers of the Stormwind Kingdom did not leave immediately. Instead, they closed the door and began to discuss other important matters.
"Although General Halver is full of confidence, to be honest, according to the descriptions of the Wither Druids, it is impossible to solve the trouble caused by the bugs just by relying on our Seventh Legion."
The Archbishop of Chaldea tapped his finger on the map, and he said to the other two companions in a mature and solemn voice:
"The most we can do is solve the troubles in the Tanaris Desert, but the base camp of the Insects is not here, but in the Silithus Desert further south. The Insect Hive in Tanaris is just a vanguard at best.
But to go to Silithus, it’s not possible to rely solely on the Kingdom of Stormwind, nor is it possible to fully mobilize the entire empire... We still need to find more "companions"."
"But I heard that the newly emerged Blighter sect has already stated that they will build a frontline position in Silithus and will always welcome the empire to settle there?"
Duke Eberlock asked:
"I heard that those druids also have a powerful "god" to help them. Isn't this enough?"
"You are talking about the powerful demigod of the wilderness, Agamaggan, the god of earth, brute strength and thorns. I have seen its mountain-like body with my own eyes. It is really as powerful as a god, but... it is not enough!"
The archbishop explained:
"I talked about this issue with the Patriarch, Ms. Moyana, and the lady told me very frankly that even if the Empire and the Blighters acted together, the winning rate in the war with the Insects would only be between 50 and 50. I think
To win, and to pay fewer sacrifices, we need to unite more forces. For example, the Blighters have been actively inviting the Cenarion Circle, the druid sect of the night elves, to join the war... We should also look for
An ally of our own!"
Chaldea looked at the Duke and Countess in front of him with clear eyes, and he said:
"To put it bluntly, with the current situation of the empire, we must tie more races to the chariot and pass on some of the sacrifices to them, otherwise the development of the empire will inevitably be greatly affected... I have seen it with my own eyes
Crossing the insect nest on the Shining Plains, you two, I must say that this battle will not be easy, and we must prepare in advance."
"Is it really just because of this?"
Countess Presto looked at the archbishop in black robes with suspicion, a hint of doubt shining in her yellow snake eyes:
"Bishop Chaldea, I think at this moment you need to admit something... If you don't tell us everything, it will be difficult for us to make this decision."
The atmosphere became stagnant. Faced with the countess' question, the archbishop hesitated for more than ten seconds. He looked around before speaking:
"There is one last reason, a less "honest" reason. With the knowledge of the two of you, you must know that the war between the Empire and the Dark Blade in the future is inevitable. The Empire is at a military disadvantage. The Battle of Northern Xinjiang has proved it.
The military potential of the Dark Blade. Faced with this threat, the empire is in urgent need of strong external assistance. It is difficult to contain the undead by relying on a single human race to fight alone... We need a system! We need to tie other living beings to our
On the chariot.”
Chaldea spread her hands:
"A system that unites the living of multiple races, just like the federal civilization on the other side of the continent. We also need to form a large-scale united front in Kalimdor with human civilization as the leader, integrating humans, orcs,
Goblins, elves, even barbarians, and even those centaurs are all included in this system, and we are glued together by interests and each other's bloodshed and sacrifice..."
"When humans need to counterattack across the sea in the future, we will have a powerful joint force around us."
The archbishop said to the companion in front of him with some regret:
"This was once the grand idea of Emperor Lothar and Fao. The emperor had this consideration when he first saw the civilized scene of Kalimdor. Unfortunately, the disastrous defeat in the Battle of Northern Border made this idea become a reality.
The moon in the water is like a flower in the mirror... However, this time the insect crisis is a rare opportunity, so we must seize this opportunity and create the prototype of such an alliance of the living."
Seeing Chaldea telling everything, even such church secrets without concealing it, Countess Presto and Duke Eberlock looked at each other, and finally the old Duke asked:
"Is this your own idea, Chaldea, or has everyone reached a consensus?"
"His Majesty Fa'ao agreed to this resolution."
The Chaldean bishop drew a religious symbol on his chest and said:
"The King's Council has not yet reached a consensus, but I have personally seen the Sun King of the High Elves and the kings exchange blood letters. In other words, they have actually begun to advance this resolution... This is what I want to tell you,
The Countess and the Duke, I will soon leave for Durotar with the Wither Patriarch, as representatives of the Empire and the Church, to unite the orc tribes, trolls and tauren to send troops to aid Silithu
Sri Lanka’s great battle.”
"After I leave, I hope that the two of you can work together to manage the kingdom and... maintain the battle situation on the front line."
The archbishop said in a compassionate tone:
"The young kings are still hostile to the orcs in their hearts, so I can only go there on behalf of the empire... I don't know what the outcome will be, but I will still have the best hope, but the empire... the kings are too young
, they are somewhat reckless in what they do, and the conflict between His Majesty Jialin and the Patriarch is just an insignificant manifestation of this recklessness. After the war with the Insects is over, we must start to consider the choice of emperor..."
"This is the issue that cannot be delayed."
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"That's so nice to say. My lovely Chaldea has sacrificed everything for the empire, even going to the gathering place of orcs alone. Look at the way the old Duke looks at you, tsk tsk, he has already regarded you as a "saint"
character."
In the Chaldean Archbishop's room, in the darkness, Chaldea leaned quietly on his chair, fingering rosary beads one after another, as if reciting sacred scriptures, but in his soul
, a most evil existence was communicating with him.
"Have you figured out what to do? Chaldea, how are you going to tie the orcs to your chariot?"
The fifth ancient god Xalatath asked softly:
"Those orcs are not easy to fool. They are not willing to sacrifice their own warriors for the sake of humans. There is hatred between the two tribes. Although they are now forcibly suppressed by the leaders of both sides, this kind of hatred stained with blood is not
Time can eliminate it. I have seen it many times in the past tens of millions of years...The wheel of hatred will never stop spinning until one party completely falls."
Facing the ancient god's doubts, Chaldea didn't have much to say. His soul rested quietly in the halo of light and shadow. He said:
"No one asks orcs to bleed and sacrifice for humans, and I am not so naive as to think that I can use words to play with the cruel thoughts of those orc chiefs, but I know one thing very well. A villain who will sit back and watch others drown in the water will be the first to fall into the water when he falls.
When entering the water, they will still struggle crazily and beg for help from everyone passing by... Orcs are not willing to help humans, it doesn't matter..."
"As long as they still have the consciousness to save themselves, it is enough. They will soon know that joining the camp against the bugs is to protect themselves..."
"Ms. Xal'atath, I heard you say before that C'Thun's hatred and desire for you are endless, right? Then let us see how big your "charm" is."
