Chapter nine hundred and nineteen: competition for rations II
The generals and officials encouraged the king to march in person, just to put him to death.
Although Kits got the power of the Wolf God, he was unfortunately very lacking in resourcefulness and knowledge and was actually fooled. Robbie had read all the information and asked in a deep voice:
"Duke, what do you think?"
Duke Bolvar lowered his head and pondered for a while, then said:
"If Gitus really died in Northrend, it would be in line with my wishes, so as not to have to go through all the trouble of planning, but the sacrifice of 20,000 soldiers is really a pity. After all, they are innocent."
Robbie shook his head and said firmly:
"The Scourge Legion is preparing for a big event. It's impossible to save these 20,000 soldiers. To put it in perspective, even if we save this army, how will we arrange it?"
The Duke of Beauval remained silent. As the saying goes, it is the quality of the troops that matters, not the number of them.
It would be difficult for such an army to be effective on the battlefield, and it might even be counterproductive. The Duke would not allow them to enter his fortress.
"But we can't let the tribe get what they want." Robbie looked at the map carefully and pointed to the location of the Fearless Fortress: "This fortress is close to the coastline. There is our Ziggurat in the death camp not far away. Maybe we can
Create an opportunity.”
Entering the Dauntless Fortress, he lost part of the power of the Wolf God, but Kites soon felt relieved and left everything to General Garrison, dreaming of great achievements alone.
At noon that day, Kites, who was taking a nap, once again dreamed of Agna. The two of them were running happily on the Nagrand prairie. The blue sky and the green grassy land were so free and carefree.
.
In fact, Kits has never been to Nagrand, and the Nagrand in his dreams was all described by Agna.
Suddenly a dazzling light enveloped Agna. Kits saw Duke Bolvar coming with his sword and shield. With a serious look on his face, he said loudly: "Your Majesty, you cannot marry an orc as your wife."
"Damn it, I am the king of Stormwind City, and I have been blessed by the Wolf God."
Kits was furious and punched Duke Bolvar. Unfortunately, the power of the wolf god in his body could not be exerted. Duke Bolvar easily dodged his attack.
Seeing Agna howling in pain in the holy light, Kits was so angry that he yelled, but unfortunately there was nothing he could do. Finally, the blessing of the wolf god took effect, and Kits punched out.
There was a loud "bang", and the wall of the bedroom was penetrated by Kites, leaving a big hole, which made the guards tremble in fright.
Kits woke up from his sleep and recalled the dream just now. He felt more and more that expelling Duke Bolvar was the right choice.
"My love, Agna, where are you and how are you?"
Kits felt a sense of emptiness and loneliness. Only things he couldn't get seemed so precious.
At this moment, a guard sent a secret letter.
"Your Majesty the King, this secret letter was sent by a masked spy. The man claimed to be a secret agent of MI7. He said that the matter was urgent and must be handed over to His Majesty in person. However, we have not yet verified the identity of the man. It is just that
The man is proficient in magic and has demonstrated powerful magic power."
Kits showed some interest, took the secret letter and opened it to read. He soon became so excited that he couldn't control himself, and his hands kept shaking.
This is the writing that Kits is most familiar with. It is as ugly as a ghost's handwriting. It is difficult for outsiders to imitate it. The handwriting of Agna, the woman who always appears in dreams:
"How are you doing? I serve in Garrosh's army and am a shaman responsible for healing the wounded. I heard that you have come to Northrend. Please be sure to meet me. I am at the Dauntless Fortress.
The misty cliffs to the north are waiting for you, a matter of life and death."
"A matter of life and death?"
Kits was shocked. Could it be that something happened to Agna and she needed my help?
When Agona was in trouble, Kites couldn't sit idly by. He believed that he was very strong and the territory nearby was alliance territory, so he dressed lightly and went there with only a few close guards.
On the misty cliff, the guards checked the surroundings and found that there was no ambush. Kites asked the guards to wait at the foot of the cliff while he climbed up the steep cliff alone.
In the dark sea fog, there is a vague figure, with that pungent smell, thick limbs, and rough skin, who is it if it's not Agna?
Agna faced the sea and turned her back to Kites, and said quietly:
"I'm really happy that you can come to see me, but you and I are in opposite camps, so we don't need to face each other. I think this is good."
Although the woman he loved most was right in front of him, Kits was at a loss just like a man who fell in love for the first time. He had so many words in his heart that he didn't know how to express them. In the end, he just asked:
"How are you doing?"
Agna sighed deeply: "I am a shaman. I am good at healing the wounded and very popular among my tribe. However, even in a good place, I am not as good as Stormwind City."
Kits took a step forward. He really wanted to hold this beloved woman tightly and never let go, but finally his reason prevailed and he said with a bitter smile:
"Stormwind City is just a huge cage. I am just a prisoner in it and have no freedom at all. I am very happy to hear that you are doing well."
After being silent for a long time, Agna slowly said: "You and I are in opposing camps. We shouldn't have had this meeting, but I can't just watch you step into the trap."
"Trap?" Kits was stunned for a moment.
Agna lowered her voice: "While healing an orc general, I overheard him mentioning the Fearless Fortress. Garrosh joined forces with Dalaran and the Red Dragon Tribe to plan a raid on the Fearless Fortress, so
He took advantage of the opportunity to collect medicine and sneaked out."
"This is impossible." Kits couldn't believe his ears. If it hadn't come from Agna's mouth, Kits might have killed him immediately with the power of the Wolf God.
Agna's face was expressionless, and her voice was like the cold wind of Northrend:
"Is it true? His Majesty the King only needs to send out scouts to detect the movements of Garrosh's army. I really don't want you to be cut into pieces and placed on the dining table next time we meet."
After saying that, Agna left without hesitation and followed the path beside the mountain down the mountain.
Kits was still in shock. He didn't wake up until Agna disappeared. Kits regretted missing the opportunity to get along with his beloved woman.
Where Agna was standing just now, Kits saw a small rune.
Could this be the rune that contacted Agna? Picking up the rune carefully, Kites's eyes were filled with hope again.
Returning to Dauntless Fortress, a dubious Gitus sent out scouts to find out the movements of Garrosh's army.
News soon came that with the help of the red dragons and Dalaran mages, Garrosh's army was less than half a day away from the Dauntless Fortress.
Keeters was so frightened that he hurriedly sent people to find General Garrison to discuss.
Strangely, after searching the entire fort, there was no trace of General Garrison.
A general claimed that General Garrison had left by ship this morning with most of the logistics supplies and had taken all the ships with him.
In General Garrison's bedroom, the guard found an autographed letter left by the general:
"Stupid and incompetent His Majesty the King, it was you who made me enough money, haha, I will not accompany you to be brutally eaten by orcs."