No one in this world would underestimate a duke, especially such a powerful real duke.
If you really want to compare, the weight of the Duke of Stratholme is even far more important than the crowns of Gilneas and Alterac. Regardless of the territory area, territory population, mineral deposits and other resources, he is the only two left in Stratholme.
Children's shoes eating the wind on the top of the mountain.
Everyone knows that the Duke of Stratholme is generous and his soldiers are particularly good at fighting. With his power, he can even be on an equal footing with Antonidas of Dalaran. However, Macdonken still came without hesitation. What do you think of joining this time?
They are all extremely risky actions.
In the era of hot weapons, if a leader personally goes to the front line of the battle, that is called stupidity, not courage.
In Azeroth, where the power of an individual can overturn the tide of battle, sometimes one person who makes the decision is far more important than thousands of troops.
This will also make the people below more courageous.
In fact, McDonald knew that this operation was successful. According to the nature of 'history', there was a high probability that he was in danger. He took the time to come over and get the reward for successfully completing the prostitution mission.
Vereesa and the others don’t know!
This is just like when a serious person hears the four words "Shakespeare", he will not think wrongly like some LSPs and can only think of the great writer. Even Valeela didn't care about anyone at first and just hid in the corner with her arms folded.
The thieves here are a bit respectful.
Although she felt a little uncomfortable under the light, she left the corner and sat out, ready to listen to McDonald's mission instructions.
They were so respectful to someone, but they were so embarrassed that they couldn't bear it.
"Don't worry too much about my identity. If my hometown is destroyed by the orcs, I will just be a lost dog."
The more he said this, the more real the flashing light in Veresa's beautiful eyes became.
McDonald's could only change the topic quickly.
He hung a map on the top of the bar, which clearly showed the outlines of Hillsbrad Hills, Arathi Highlands, Wetlands and Grim Batol Fortress. The location of McDonald's fortress on the map was highlighted in red.
He drew a circle with his pen and started talking.
"According to the alliance and my private intelligence sources, although there are orc flying troops stationed in these areas, it can be basically confirmed that all the orc red dragons fly out from Grim Batol Fortress."
"After a large number of statistics from internal affairs officers, we came to a surprising conclusion - that is, what restricts the number of orc dragoons is not the flying dragon itself, but the number of riders. The production speed of red dragons far exceeds the training speed of orc cavalry."
"If we leave this dragoon unit alone, there is a high probability that we will lose this war."
When McDonald said this, the four team members gasped at the same time.
The number of griffins that can go on the battlefield is limited, only about 3,000 in the sky, including nearly a thousand young griffins that can barely carry people for flight, but their training level, load capacity and flying level are definitely not as good as those of adult griffins.
Now the Wildhammer dwarves are clinging to the only mountain road leading to the Hinterlands from Hillsbrad Foothills. If the air force fails, the orcs will drive straight into the Eagle's Nest Mountain. The Wildhammer dwarves, who are only over 100,000 years old, cannot be the opponent of the orcs.
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McDonald changed the subject: "You know, the Red Dragon Legion belongs to the Azeroth Aspect Dragons. Their bounden duty is to protect the entire planet of Azeroth from foreign enemies. The proud dragons would actually succumb to the orcs,
This is something unbelievable. So our mission is to find a way to sneak into Grim Batol Fortress and find out the secret of the orcs controlling the Red Dragon Army."
Vereesa raised her hand to ask.
McDonald nodded.
Vereesa said in a clear and sweet voice: "Since it is the dragon's lair, there must be many dragoons patrolling in the sky. Moreover, the dragon's vision is not affected by the dark night, so we are asked to approach a fortress guarded by so many patrols.
, I’m afraid we’ll be burned to ashes before we even get close.”
McDonald said calmly: "After many battles, we have basically determined that the dragon is not willing to be controlled. Once the orc cavalry is killed or loses consciousness, they will immediately choose to flee the battlefield, but they will only return to Grimba
Trust the fortress. This proves that the red dragon and the orcs are not of the same mind. Even if they discover our existence, they will most likely remain silent and not remind the orcs on their backs."
Everyone nodded.
"Then the second point is that most orcs have severe [night blindness], that is, they cannot see far away at night. In contrast, the two elves in our team have [dark vision], so it should be feasible to sneak into the fortress at night."
"You understand very well!" Vereesa chuckled.
McDonald finally drew a giant red arrow on the map.
"In order to cover our operation this time, my [Barbatos Air Combat Regiment] and the Dwarf Griffon Knights of Kurdran*Wildhammer will launch a large-scale aerial feint attack of more than a thousand riders. The goal is to destroy the city of Xi
All the orc dragoons above the Sbrad Hills forced Grim Batol to urgently mobilize all mobile forces hovering over the fortress, creating the best opportunity for us to infiltrate."
When the four of them heard this, their breathing became rapid.
What is a big deal?
This is a big deal!
Using Qianqi's life as a bet to cover their infiltration shows how much trust and... importance they place on them!
For a moment, the four of them felt that their hearts were heavy.
McDonald took out his expensive diamond-encrusted gold pocket watch and looked at it: "It is now ten o'clock in the evening. The feint attack will start on time at nine o'clock tomorrow morning. A whole day will be enough for the orcs to react and mobilize their troops."
Lord Kurtaz wrinkled his white eyebrows: "What if the main force of the Orc Air Force doesn't move?"
McDonald's face darkened: "Then destroy all the orc air force, and start bombing the orc camp without restrictions until all the dragonmaw orcs come out."
A few simple words made all the players realize the league's determination to fight against all odds.
Kurtaz nodded: "Grim Batol is the former territory of our dwarves. If the orcs haven't changed it too much, I should be able to lead you to some shortcuts."
McDonald looked around: "Any more questions?"
Luo Ning raised his hand timidly at this time: "I..."
"you say."
He took a few deep breaths, brushed his messy red hair, and mustered up the courage: "I, I am a bad mage. In my previous missions, I lost control of my spells and killed or injured my companions. I originally
I thought this was my mission alone, but I didn’t expect..."
As soon as he said this, Vereesa, Valeela and Kurtaz frowned.
McDonald interrupted him: "You are a powerful mage, aren't you? Your teacher, Kirin Tor Senator Krasus, also recommended you to me in this way."
"But... I'm afraid... of hurting you, Your Majesty the Duke."
Luo Ning's lack of confidence made Vereesa's eyebrows almost stand up.
"You miraculously complete the task every time, don't you?" McDonald's voice became high-pitched: "You don't have to be confident! But please believe in the teacher who has always believed in you, and believe in me, the Duke, who chose to believe in you.
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"What's the real chance?" Luo Ning was so moved that he seemed to want to cry.
McDonald's eyebrows were raised coldly, and he was very heroic: "If I really die in your hands unfortunately, then there is only one thing you have to do..."
Everyone held their breath, listening to the final answer.
really!
The answer came as expected, and it was overflowing with domineering——
"That is, step on my corpse and complete this damn mission!"
