"You will first lead 50,000 people to the fifth fortress group fifty miles (miles) away from Andorhal Fortress. You don't need to do anything, and you will soon be chased by the main force of the Scourge." McDonken
After a pause: "When you see the opponent's number filling all your vision, you retreat with the Silver Hand and all the remaining soldiers."
"Then what?"
"You will be very embarrassed and struggle extremely hard. Maybe you can retreat to one or several bunker groups, but no matter how you struggle and how hard you fight with your companions, you will eventually end up in the bunker group closest to Andorhal Fortress, which is
Here... intercepted!"
Alsace, like all the participants, shrank his eyes at the same time.
This is so fucking prophetic!
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"Why here?" Kaizi couldn't help but ask first.
"According to Maricia's confession, only true despair can cause the final degradation of the soul, otherwise it will be incomplete. According to this approach, it will allow you to give up hope at the last moment of gaining hope for salvation..."
Maricia, who was silenced hundreds of miles away: Woo hoo hoo (I didn’t, don’t talk nonsense)!
Macdonald's voice became deeper and darker, as if he was describing an inevitable future.
"If you are captured, Terenas will most likely not kill you on the spot. He wants you to watch the Fortress of Andorhal fall, watch your sister and I being captured, and kill the people you value most one by one in front of you.
Die, or even let you return to the Alliance, make you suffer an injustice that you cannot defend yourself, and finally let you die in despair, or voluntarily fall into the Lich King's embrace."
Hearing this, not to mention Alsace itself, even the attendees felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet to the sky.
How vicious must it be to come up with such a vicious plan!
The atmosphere in the entire conference room was dead silent, as if the coldness of the winter had turned into snowflakes, filling everyone's hearts.
"Then... what's the point of Alsace taking such a big risk?" As expected, the question was asked by Kalia.
McDonald didn't say anything, walked to the military sand table, and pushed ten cannon models from all over the Andorhal territory to the Andorhal Fortress.
One model represents one hundred artillery pieces!
A warm winter smile appeared on Alsace's face: "It's worth it!"
The military meeting was over, and most people retreated to make preparations.
Only Kaizi came out. He hesitated for a moment and then said: "I want to go back to Quel'Thalas. The Scourge may cross the sea to attack my homeland. You know, I can't ignore Silvermoon City being burned down again.
"
McDonald's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know whether he should persuade Kaizi or not.
Historically, Silver Moon City rushed to the streets first, and Kaizi escaped the disaster before he had time to rush back.
If Kaizi goes back like this, he is afraid that he will be in bad luck.
When the words came to his lips, McDonald was shocked to find that he had no position to persuade Kaizi. He was a dignified elf prince, so there was no reason not to go to the national crisis together.
With a long sigh, he spoke: "Stratholme leads the northern fortress. I have 200,000 troops, half of which are new soldiers. If anything happens, you can ask me for help. This time, the Alliance will not accept Quel'Thalas again casually.
To get in, Quel'Thalas must show considerable sincerity."
Kael'thas had embarrassment written all over his face.
It feels good to leave the group, and the whole family is cremated.
This is really not a threat.
"I, I will communicate well with my father."
For some reason, Alleria and the others felt their hearts ache when they heard Kael'thas's weak words. They could do nothing but watch the prince walk out with his shoulders hanging down.
They seem to have seen the future of their mother country...
To be honest, they are quite confused.
If possible, it would be best if the Stratholme army directly destroyed the Scourge.
Just blocking it, leaving Terenas like a mouse pulling a tortoise with no way to start?
This is not good.
The furious Scourge might change their attack target like Orgrim's army did last time. They might either go back to Quel'Thalas or go south across the sea to attack Ironforge and Stormwind City.
No matter which one it is, the result is not good.
They thought a lot about it, but they never thought that before Alsace even went to war, Quel'Thalas sent harsh diplomatic words the next day.
McDonald threw the elf messenger's credentials into the fireplace with a wry smile.
Time goes back to yesterday, when Kaizi returned to Silvery Moon City.
As an elf prince and magician, Kaizi can directly use teleportation to return to his motherland.
As soon as he returned, he asked to see his father.
The Sun King met him at the Silver Moon Council.
Kaizi made an impassioned speech, describing the terror and brutality of the Scourge Legion.
"Your Majesty! The Scourge Legion is the mortal enemy of all living things in the world! They show no mercy and kill wantonly. We must prepare for war immediately..."
Before he finished speaking, the features on the Sun King's old face seemed to be squeezed into a ball: "War? With whom?"
In fact, after saying these words, Kaizi already felt bad. He forced himself to calm down: "Of course it's with the Scourge Legion."
Suddenly, Senator Darkan pushed out a tray supported by arcane energy from the air. This tray was suspended one meter above the ground, and a weapon that was familiar to Kaizi was placed on it.
That is the [Magic Grenade Revolver] used by the Griffin Knights of the Trident Legion.
"Your Highness, do you recognize this thing? Or rather, do you recognize the emblem on it?"
Kaizi was reluctant: "I recognize it. This is the emblem of the mercenary group [Trident] under Duke Stratholme."
"You still remember when these so-called saviors passed through Yongsong Forest, right?"
"Remember!"
"Haha, why don't you sense the power in those bullets?"
Kael'thas was speechless.
He had already sensed it.
As long as you are a high elf mage, you will not be unfamiliar with this fluctuation of magic power - this is the magic power of unpurified Sunwell water!
The Sun King was furious. He raised his hand and overturned the tray containing the [Magic Grenade Revolver]. The huge revolver on it, together with the disassembled shells, hit the magic shield around Alsace.
above.
Kael'thas endured it silently.
It was like his father throwing a glass of cold water in his face.
"Thieves! Despicable human thieves!" The Sun King was furious, with all his white hair and beards standing on end. His roar echoed throughout the council hall: "Saved us? Bah! Maybe they were the ones who killed those gods.
The green-skinned orcs lured us here!”
Darkan echoed: "Your Majesty, there is no doubt that it must be the Duke of Stratholme who did it! That hypocrite ignored all the elves in order to steal our extremely precious Sunwell water!"
