When a war was about to begin, Kits realized that war was really not a child's play, but the most serious trouble in the world.
Stormwind City's treasury is not rich, and the wealth that the Black Dragon Princess has worked hard to accumulate can only be enough for defense but not enough for offense.
An expedition to Northrend requires a huge legion, which requires the preparation of a large number of troop transport ships, a massive amount of logistical supplies, and sufficient naval power to maintain an extremely long supply line.
The quartermaster made a detailed list, and what Kits saw were countless dazzling numbers.
With the current national strength of the Kingdom of Stormwind, even twenty years of accumulation would not be enough.
The Kingdom of Stormwind cannot afford the Northern Expedition. The night elves have made it clear that they will not participate in the Northern Expedition. The draenei are afraid of the orcs and will only stand by and watch, sending at most a few adventurers to make up the numbers.
Even if the dwarves and gnomes are united, the preparation is far from enough.
Only then did Gitus understand why the orcs had to order the Argent Crusade to massacre the walrus people before landing on the continent of Northrend, and then avoid the Scourge and plunder.
Unfortunately, Kits is ambitious and determined to be a famous king through the ages. He disdains being as barbaric and cruel as the tribe, and only knows how to kill and plunder.
At the expanded war meeting in Stormwind Fortress, faced with one problem after another raised by the marshals and generals, Kits could not solve any of them and could only yell in vain:
"The Lich King Arthas conspires to destroy the world. As a member of the Alliance, we must contribute our own strength, no matter how high the price is, the Alliance must participate in this war."
Kits looked at the silent Duke of Bolvar and thought of a plan. He was going to attack the grand duke as a warning to others. He glared and gave a serious order:
"Duke Bolvar, as the grand duke of Stormwind City and the former regent, I hope you will set an example. I will send you the most elite Royal Guards of Stormwind City. I hope you will make great achievements in Northrend and not fall.
The Alliance's reputation is looked down upon by the Horde."
The marshals and generals present sighed secretly in their hearts. This represented His Majesty the King's expulsion of Duke Bolvar. Although the Royal Guards of Stormwind City were an elite force, they were also Bolvar's confidants.
Obviously, His Majesty the King wants to form his own confidants, and before that, he must uproot the Duke's influence. The Northern Expedition is the best excuse.
The Duke of Beauval said nothing and just nodded.
Kits looked fiercely and asked resolutely: "I hope the Duke's legion can be here within three days. Is there any problem?"
The quartermaster on the side hesitated to speak, but was forced by the king's sharp gaze to dare not speak.
In three days, it was impossible to mobilize enough materials. This actually meant that the Duke's legions were on the road without logistical supplies. If they could not reach Northrend, they would starve to death on the ocean.
Duke Bolvar remained expressionless and responded with silence.
Kits smiled gloomily and said: "In that case, it's settled, Duke, when you come back victorious, I will take care of you. This will definitely be a great victory."
Three days later, the port of Stormwind City was busy with people coming and going. Under the leadership of Duke Bolvar, the Royal Guards of Stormwind City set off, preparing to board the ship to Northrend.
Before leaving, the Royal Guard's sophisticated weapons and armor were forced to stay in Stormwind Fortress, almost with nothing. Duke Bolvar sold all his property to purchase armor and weapons, but unfortunately it was still a drop in the bucket.
In addition to weapons and armor, you also need clothing to keep out the cold.
The quartermaster was extremely busy, but unfortunately the time given by the king was too short. In addition, some people secretly interfered and killed the duke, and the cotton clothes prepared were less than one-tenth.
As for logistical supplies and war materials, there was no trace at all. Each soldier only brought three days of rations, and the remaining difficulties needed to be overcome by himself.
Looking around, the port of Stormwind City is filled with ships of all sizes. Only the Duke's flagship is an old troop transport ship, and the rest are fishing boats.
Such a ship simply cannot withstand the turbulence of ocean voyages, and may break up before reaching Northrend.
The Duke of Beauval looked at the soldiers in single clothes at the port, his face remained as usual, and there was no trace of panic. The quartermaster was so ashamed that he wanted to commit suicide, and he kept apologizing to the Duke.
The Duke just smiled knowingly, and finally looked back at Stormwind City:
"Don't feel bad, I'm just a humiliated deserter. Facing the situation in Stormwind City, I have tried my best, but it's a pity that God failed to fulfill his wishes."
Everyone knew that the Duke's trip was destined to never come back. Except for the quartermaster, no official from Stormwind City, big or small, showed up. Only Archbishop Benedictus came out to see him off.
Benedictus looked at the Duke and said: "May the Holy Light bless the Kingdom of Stormwind and your legions."
With the blessing of Benedictus and the gaze of a large number of onlookers, the soldiers of the Royal Guards shed tears and bid farewell to their relatives and embarked on an unknown journey.
On a watchtower near the port, Kites held up his telescope and saw Fordagon's army disappearing on the horizon, and a stone fell heavily in his heart.
Without the constraints of Duke Bolvar, he is a real king who can do whatever he wants without restraint.
Suddenly, Kits felt dizzy, his blood was boiling in his chest, he was extremely depressed, his throat was tight, and he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The captain of the guard on the side hurriedly helped Kites and asked: "Your Majesty the King, what's wrong with you?"
Then he shouted an order to the guards around him: "What are you waiting for? Call the priest quickly?"
Kits waved his hand, meaning nothing happened, and his face was terrifyingly gloomy.
A force left him forever, and his strength dropped by at least a quarter. This was considered a warning from the Wolf God to him.
But Kits has no regrets. Freedom is more precious than anything else.
After Duke Bolvar's legion, the news quickly spread to Orgrimmar.
In the chief's tent, Thrall was entertaining Jaina. The main course was a young red dragon, paired with delicious red dragon eggs. After a special cooking technique, an intoxicating fragrance came out.
The delicious red dragon meat melts in your mouth, perfectly retaining its magic.
Thrall himself poured a glass of wine for Jaina, grinned and said: "Jaina, Duke Bolvar's royal guards are on the way. What do you think of this matter?"
Jaina opened her red lips slightly, tasted the red dragon's rib meat, took another sip of wine, carefully wiped the grease from her mouth with a handkerchief, and whispered:
"The Horde needs the Alliance to send troops to fight against the Scourge, but it is definitely not the Fordragon Army. We all know that Duke Bolvar and the Scourge have been together for a long time."
Thrall chuckled and said: "That's what I meant. I wanted to send the navy to intercept Fordagon's army. Unfortunately, it was a sensitive moment and it was not appropriate for the tribe to take action. Bolvar's army was all on fishing boats. It only took a snowstorm to completely destroy it.
Already."
Jaina shook her head and smiled softly:
"Bolvar's legion must be accompanied by many court mages. If I take action, it will inevitably leave some survivors alive and prove the truth. I heard that the power of Lo'Alezan, the king of the Zandalari Empire, is extremely powerful, especially on the sea.
It’s our home ground, why not ask King Rastakhan to take action.”
Sal lowered his head and thought for a while, then picked up a piece of red dragon meat and threw it into his mouth, chewing the bones: "Okay, okay, it's really a rare delicacy. Rastakhan is a coward and will never dare to go against my wishes."