As a high elf, Sylvanas Windrunner's lifespan is one of her advantages. She has been fighting on the front line all year round. Who can have more combat experience than her?
"This man is called Merry Winterwind, a necromancer who has lived for three thousand years and one of the founders of the Council of Tirisfal. No one knows the Lich King better than him," said the Bronzebeard King.
Kael'thas was the first to disagree:
"Everyone, you probably don't know that Merry Winterwind lives near Dusk Forest and built an academy to train spies for the Burning Legion."
"I have heard about Dongfeng Academy." Duke Bolvar Fordragon nodded: "MI7 has heard about it for a long time. It is a big trouble."
King Bronzebeard stood up and glared at Kael'thas:
"Dongfeng Academy is not an institution that trains spies. It is just a tourist group that helps the demons of the Burning Legion travel Azeroth."
All of you here are outstanding people in Azeroth. No one will believe this kind of nonsense. It's just that due to the relationship between Merry Winterwind and the two guardians, we can't say it clearly.
Uther said solemnly: "Holy light can eradicate some filth. We don't need an undead."
The man in black robe said tactfully: "Although Meili Dongfeng has lived longer, he only has teaching experience and has not actually led troops to fight."
Mrs. Ashvane interjected: "Is there really no one left in the Alliance? Does it need an old guy to come forward?"
King Bronzebeard was very unhappy. He looked around and said, "This is what Guardian Medivh meant."
As soon as these words came out, everyone shut their mouths.
In the Eastern Kingdom, the McGowan mother and son are the undisputed gods.
The rise and fall of races, the rise and fall of royal families in various countries, all have the shadow of guardians.
Kael'thas muttered something dissatisfied, lowered his head and concentrated on repairing his nails.
Duke Bolvar Fordragon looked at the ceiling boredly and remained silent.
Uther looked happy: "I know Merry Winterwind. He is a real hero. With him as the leader of the coalition, Azeroth will have no worries."
Neither the man in black nor Mrs. Ashvan spoke.
King Bronzebeard smiled proudly: "Since everyone has no objections, then Merry Dongfeng will be the leader of the coalition, and Uther will be his assistant."
No one is optimistic about the future of this coalition.
The Kingdom of Stormwind dispatched the Lakeside Town Brigade and some night watchmen, totaling about 800 people. The weapons were twelve shotguns and thirty spears, and the problem was solved.
Ironforge sent out Dangarok's rangers, including five hundred dwarf drunkards and five hundred rideable goats.
The dwarf sent out a flying brigade, a total of twelve damaged helicopters.
The Kingdom of Gilneas released some prisoners and gathered 300 people.
Blackmoore recently rectified the law and order, captured some Syndicate thieves, and sent them directly over.
Kul Tiras provided three obsolete warships.
The goblins of Booty Bay dress up the captured pirates and call them elite.
On the contrary, the Evil Branch Trolls of the Hinterlands and the Amani Trolls of Zul'Aman each sent teams of more than a thousand people.
The trolls are overpopulated due to excessive reproduction, and war is the best way to consume the population.
The total number of the coalition forces is about five thousand, a veritable mob.
Merry Winterwind led three Dread Lord lieutenants of the Burning Legion and officially served as the leader of the coalition. Uther was responsible for escorting the food and grass.
The coalition forces built a fortress at the junction of Tirisfal Glades and Silverpine Forest.
As winter turns to spring, the Lich King Terenas of Lordaeron remains silent.
The coalition has not fought a single battle since its establishment.
There was still a slight chill in the room, and Uther was warming up the brazier and chatting with Merry Dongfeng.
"Since the establishment of the coalition, there has not been a single attack. I wonder what Lord Medivh thinks." Uther asked worriedly.
Meili Dongfeng smiled and said:
"You and I both know the fighting power of the coalition. It is impossible to expect this group of farmers, prisoners, pirates, and thieves to defeat Terenas. The coalition is just a bait."
"Bait?" Uther didn't understand for a while.
Meili Dongfeng said seriously:
"If Terenas attacks and shows strong combat power, all the tribes in the Eastern Kingdom will pay attention to it. I'm just surprised that Terenas can really keep his composure."
Uther asked in confusion: "If Terenas doesn't come, we can still kill him."
Merry Dongfeng smiled slightly: "Remember, Uther, we are not invaders."
Uther couldn't figure out Medivh's true intention. In his opinion, it was best for Terenas and Blackmoore to fight to the death, and then solve it together.
Merry Dongfeng's face suddenly darkened: "Uther, have you heard of the orc disaster?"
Uther nodded, his brows darkening:
"Thall, the calamity of the orcs, is also called the savior by the orcs."
Merry Dongfeng pointed at the map: "In recent months, Thrall has broken through thirty-seven shelters and liberated more than one hundred thousand orcs, but he always only has two thousand orcs by his side."
Uther touched his chin and said: "Thall has killed more orcs than Blackmoore, but he is an orc himself."
"We can't continue like this." Merry Dongfeng's dry eyes flashed with light: "Medivh ordered that Thrall must be eliminated."
Uther was a little surprised and asked: "Why didn't Lord Medivh take action himself?"
Merry Dongfeng hesitated for a long time before saying: "Information shows that Thrall is a member of the Curse Sect. This sect is very powerful and has a history older than the Tirisfal Council."
Could it be that Medivh was afraid of the Curse Cult? Uther thought secretly and warned himself not to be an enemy of Thrall.
But the superficial work must be done enough. Uther said impassionedly: "Give me two thousand men, and I will take Thrall's head."
Merry Dongfeng said regretfully: "Thall's team is unpredictable and likes to hide in the mountains. It is difficult to find him."
Uther thought to himself: If this were not the case, how could I dare to say such arrogant words?
A scout came in and reported:
"Lord Merry Winterwind, Sir Uther, an army of orcs is approaching, under the banner of Thrall, the savior."
"What, Thrall, the Scourge of the Orcs?" Uther stood up quickly and asked with his eyes widened: "You can see clearly."
"It's absolutely true." The scout said quickly: "Nasar is riding a bear and holding a war hammer."
"It seems that Thrall is right." Merry Dongfeng said calmly: "Uther, your chance has come."
Having said the big words, Uther could only bite the bullet and climb onto the tower of the fortress.
Not long after, an army of orcs came slowly, and on the black bear at the front was Thrall, the plague of orcs.
Thrall glanced at the coalition fortress and just smiled faintly. The army bypassed the fortress and entered the Silver Pine Forest.
Uther was confused, rolled his eyes, and said ecstatically:
"There is no orc shelter in Silverpine Forest, Thrall's target must be Blackmoore.
Merry Dongfeng thought it was reasonable and said with a smile: "That's fine, the coalition forces just sit still and watch Thrall and Blackmoore fight to the death."
Not long after, a scout came to report, and Thrall set up camp in the rear.
Merry Dongfeng and Uther didn't take it to heart, but after a few days, they panicked.
Thrall's two thousand orcs refused to leave, and the camp turned into a strong fortress, cutting off the alliance's supply line.