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"How are things at the Zul'Aman altar?"

"The Deadwood Trolls just cleared out all the Witherbark Trolls an hour ago. The Zul'Aman altar is now completely occupied by the Deadwood Trolls, but their casualties seem to be quite heavy.

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In my estimation, the battle's kill-death ratio is about 8:10, Deadwood 8, Witherbark 10. The total number of deaths on both sides is estimated to be around 20,000."

Saldor Moonwing truthfully reported all the information he had scouted to Aier.

"Very good, thank you for your hard work. Keep an eye on Zul'jin's movements. Have our rangers maintain a reconnaissance radius of about 15 miles.

Don't make unnecessary sacrifices. Let those Deadwood and Witherbark Trolls fight like dogs first. After I finish what I have on hand, I'll clean them up."

"Yes, Lord Aier."

"Yawn."

Letting out a big yawn, the young man proactively cut off the magical image connection with Saldor Moonwing.

At this time, Aier was lying sleepily on the soft big bed. That's right, a few hours ago, after he arranged for Saldor to continue scouting the movements of the Deadwood and Witherbark, he returned to his residence in Dalaran.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, the young man reluctantly got up to wash and prepare to eat breakfast before considering the duel with Antonidas today.

"Teacher Aier! Teacher Aier!"

Just as the young man was groggily brushing his teeth, Kael'thas excitedly came to his room without even knocking.

"Daze, daze, what's wrong? Why are you so flustered?"

The young man glanced at the smiling Prince Kael'thas before continuing to brush his teeth.

"Teacher Aier! All the members of the Silvermoon Council and my father have come! Your grandfather, Speaker Belovael, is also here."

"Glug, glug… Pui!"

Spitting out the foam and mouthwash, he took the white towel that Kael'thas personally handed over and wiped his face haphazardly.

After finishing everything, Aier finally had time to respond:

"What's there to be surprised about? This is a duel between two archmages, a spectacle seen once in a century in the entire Eastern Kingdoms. It would be strange if they didn't come, right?"

"Hehe, Teacher, I'm just too excited, hehe."

Kael'thas scratched his head with a silly smile, without any of his usual aloofness.

"Let's go, let's meet Antonidas, that cunning old fox, and let him see what Quel'dorei hospitality is all about."

The young man said jokingly while tidying up the Sunfire Robes on his body.

"Teacher…"

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"You will win, won't you?"

Kael'thas's eyes were filled with hope and respect, but the young man saw something deeper, a hint of doubt and apprehension.

"Of course, I am Aier Saronar!"

"Teacher!"

Kael'thas stared at the radiant young man with starry eyes. At this moment, he felt that the young man in front of him was truly as invincible as he imagined.

… …

Hillsbrad Foothills, at the secret path to Hinterlands.

In the previous life's game, there used to be a famous fortress here - Durnholde Keep, a fortress that once held a touching story.

Although Aier was also deeply fascinated by this story, it doesn't mean he has to give up this land.

At this point in time, the Wildhammer dwarves, apart from having some contact with Andorhal in the south, have not announced this secret passage to the Hinterlands, so Alterac has not set up Durnholde Keep, this strategic fortress, here.

The reason why Aier wants to set the duel location with Antonidas here is firstly, to stake out territory here under the pretext of building the Saronar Alchemy Workshop without the knowledge of the various kings, and to strongly declare sovereignty here.

Secondly, the geographical location here is excellent. Aier decided to set this place as the headquarters of Aier's Light, which can also be said to be the headquarters of the Allied Forces.

Looking closer, setting up the headquarters of Aier's Light here temporarily will make the upcoming war against the Hinterlands and Arathi trolls much easier.

Hillsbrad Foothills is known to all as the granary of the entire Alterac. If the Allied Forces headquarters is set up here, the supply line will be shortened a lot.

Injured soldiers can also retreat to the rear calmly, rather than the relatively dangerous Wildhammer Stronghold (directly opposite is the lair of the Deadwood Trolls).

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There is also a deeper meaning, which is aimed at the future First Orcish War.

Aier decided to place a nail here, just in case.

The young man's actions are not clever, but unfortunately, who told him to be a 'seer'? Even the rough Magni brothers can detect Aier's intention to set up the duel location here, how could the more astute kings of the Seven Nations not understand?

Or rather, how could Aiden Perenolde not understand? He just felt that a small Saronar Alchemy Workshop and plantation, no matter how large the area, how big could it be?

But if this piece of land is sold to Aier, what will be gained is not just a little rent and the young man's friendship.

Behind the young man stands Belovael, the Speaker of the Silvermoon Council. To put it mildly, the products of the Saronar Alchemy Workshop and the resources in the young man's hands will all lean towards Alterac.

To put it bluntly, the entire luxury goods and magic item market of Silvermoon City will be open to Alterac. If everything develops in a good direction, then Alterac will surpass the other six countries in just over ten years and become the wealthiest kingdom, then… …

Not only is King Perenolde calculating shrewdly, but the ideas of the other kings are the same as Perenolde. Otherwise, they would not rush to ask Aier to build plantations and workshops in their countries.

… …

A group of people came to the headquarters of Aier's Light, and the young man was taken aback by the scene in front of him.

The land, originally full of green hills, became flat and smooth, as if a road roller had passed over it in the previous life. A towering golden-red mage tower stood in the center of the foundation. Although it was not yet completed, Aier clearly understood that this scale was clearly aimed at Belovael's level.

Several elven engineers were directing dozens of mid- and low-level mages to construct the outline of the mage tower, and hundreds of human laborers were laboriously pushing carts of thorium ore into the furnace, which were then transformed into thorium ingots exuding magical aura under the forging of several dwarven blacksmiths.

"This is…"

"This is what my father requested. He said that you are a great archmage of Silvermoon City and have the right to build your own mage tower. Given your contribution to Quel'Thalas, the Silvermoon Royal Court will help you with the materials for building the mage tower."

Kael'thas happily watched the scene in front of him, as if he was building his own mage tower, not Aier's.

"Foundation… What is this material?"

Aier stared at the foundation emitting a red light without blinking, rubbed his eyes, and said in disbelief.

"The foundation is engraved with 1024 rune arrays, all of which are engraved with magic ink made from dragon blood (the Sailfin Dragon is also a type of dragon), and it is also inlaid with 108 red sharp stones, 108 rubies, 108… …"

"Wait… What did you say? I seem to be hallucinating?"

The young man interrupted Kael'thas's enumeration, and said blankly.

'What a dehumanizing tyrant…'

Aier said to himself blankly.