Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1821 47. The core skill training of the strongest commander training plan: about how to shake people to the maximum

Elisande told Star Eye and Ms. Blue Moon about the "big plan" she got after hard thinking and meditation in the Tower of Darkness. Commander Star Eye widened her eyes after hearing it as she expected.

This is normal.

For an upper elf nobleman who was born in the elven empire and grew up enjoying the magic power of the Well of Eternity, the idea that the existence of the Well of Eternity is the foundation of the empire has long been engraved in his mind.

It is impossible for any normal high-borne elf to have such a "rebellious" idea.

Therefore, after hearing the plan of the great magister, Commander Star Eyes suddenly stood up and exclaimed:

"No! This won't work! Without the Well of Eternity, what do we have? We can't do this, we"

"We must cut off the connection with the Well of Eternity, Lord Star Eye!"

Ms. Lanyue, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said indifferently:

"Alisande was right.

Her strategy is astonishing but it's really enforceable. I believe that a great arcanist like her can't go wrong with things related to the Well of Eternity. She said that the portal and the Well of Eternity are connected. That must be the case .

Under such circumstances, sacrificing the Well of Eternity in order to defeat the demon is not a big deal. "

Having said that, Ms. Lanyue glanced at the rather surprised Elisande, and she whispered:

"And without the Well of Eternity, we still have the Nightwell, don't we? This magic well was designed by Queen Azshara herself. Although its specifications are far inferior to the Well of Eternity, it is still sufficient to meet the short-term needs of the elves.

More importantly, if we blow up the Well of Eternity, the Elven Empire will inevitably disintegrate. In the next era, perhaps we should restrain the abuse of magic, so as not to repeat the same mistakes.

magic

It's wonderful and alluring, but magic and magical powers aren't necessary for survival. "

"Well said."

The great magister's eyes lit up.

She was ready to be refuted, but she didn't expect that Alya Lanyue, who had been against her in the past, seemed to have a sudden enlightenment. She supported her plan so much and also said that she wanted to Things that are hard to say but hard to say.

Once the Well of Eternity is blown up, the city of Suramar, which sits on the Nightwell, will inevitably become the center of the elf civilization in the next era, and the Grand Magister who governs the Nightwell may also hope to become the next Queen Azshara.

Of course, such a crazy idea can only be enjoyed in Elisande's mind at present, and it is far from the time to actually implement it.

But this does not prevent Ms. Elisande from seeing the stubborn Alya Blue Moon differently tonight. It turns out that this very rustic, traditional and boring old maid is not a hopeless idiot.

Perhaps in the future Elisande Dynasty, she can give Lady Blue Moon a position to serve her.

"The plan itself is like this. If it is determined to be adopted, then we only need to discuss some details."

Elisande rubbed his delicate chin, and said to the two in front of him:

"Of course, this requires Lord Ravencrest's approval. After all, he is the absolute leader of the rebel army. In addition, I have some good news to tell you two, please pass it on to the high lord.

Just a few hours ago, I received some coded magical communications from other places, from some highborne nobles trapped in Zin-Azshari.

This includes big names like Dath'Remar Sunstrider.

They jointly sent a document to Suramar, and they were willing to do everything with the rebels, as long as they could defeat the demons and overthrow the tyrant Azshara's rule.

As a matter of sincerity, the armed and private armies of the great nobles scattered throughout the empire have begun to gather in Suramar and Black Rook Hold.

I roughly counted, and the number of noble retainers and troops who came to aid is very impressive. Not only can they make up for the battle damage of Black Rook Castle, but they can also gather another vanguard group for the high lord. "

The news of the great magister boosted the morale of Commander Star Eyes. He finally smiled and said:

"This means that the great nobles who have been secretly communicating with Lord Ravencrest have made up their minds. Those troops are still in the second place. The main reason is that the nobles trapped in the capital can become our eyes and best responders. Once With a plan on our side, the attack on the Well of Eternity can be launched quickly.

I'm curious though, what made those arrogant and foolishly loyal to Queen Azshara change their minds? "

"Of course our victory!"

Elisande said with a weird smile:

"This victory gives them hope, and, as far as I know, those nobles who are loyal to Queen Azshara are having a very difficult time in Zin-Azshara.

Their foolish loyalty has not been rewarded and rewarded. In order to open the portal to welcome the mysterious god of darkness, the Lord of Demons, the Queen asked her nobles to work around the clock like lowly servants.

Some nobles were even exhausted to death beside the Well of Eternity.

It seems that Azshara is really crazy.

I can't imagine how the once wise His Majesty would do such a stupid thing.

She claims to form an alliance with the devil in order to create a perfect paradise world for the high elves, but if she continues to act like this, those foolish loyalists will not be able to wait for the promised perfect paradise, and will turn into a pile of bones and be buried with Azshara's dark fantasy.

In this case, if it was me, I would also secretly resist, not to mention that after Suramar's victory, they already have a clear second choice. "

"How many Highborne are there in Zin-Azshari now?"

Ms. Lanyue asked in a low voice.

Elisande thought for a while and replied:

"According to Lord Dath'Remar's personal letter, before the demons started attacking, the Queen ordered all the Highborne elves from the whole country to be transferred to the capital. It is conservatively estimated that there are at least 300,000 people there."

"very good."

A cold light flashed in Lanyue's eyes, she said:

"That means we can solve these 'troubles' once and for all, and now there is one last question left, Elisande, in your plan, what do you plan to use to blow up the Well of Eternity?

After all, it is not something that can be solved by any arcane bomb. "

——

In the barracks in Suramar City, the soldiers who had withdrawn from the front line were resting, and a group of commanders who survived the battlefield in the noisy center of the camp were also relaxing in their own way.

Originally, the headquarters of the city defense army was taken over by this group of uncles, but the cowardly chief of the city defense army did not dare to argue with these murderous bastards at all.

He even had to buy a lot of fine wine out of his own pocket to serve these heroes and warriors.

But no one has any dissatisfaction with this. After all, they fought against the demons outside the city. Without them, Suramar City would also fall into a terrible desperate situation.

"Yo, Commander Jarod, why are you here?"

As a young man walked into the headquarters of the city defense army, the captain and the generals who were drinking immediately got up noisily, welcoming the arrival of this great hero who saved everyone at the last moment.

The young Garrod was still a little uncomfortable with the cheers.

Everyone in front of him was applauding, and many people patted him on the shoulder as if they were familiar with him, but in fact this was only the first time they met, and some big men who had looked down on him before offered to shake hands and offer wine glasses.

He was drawn into the table where the generals were.

Someone was urging him to tell his story, and everyone was curious about how Jarod Shadowsong, an unknown young man, persuaded the mysterious dragons to come to support the battlefield.

Garald couldn't shirk it, so he could only start telling the story after he was sent into the dragon's territory by Lord Cenarius.

Although the young man was very modest and put all the credit on the friendly demigods and dragon kings, his story still aroused the exclamation of those around him.

After all, even the arrogant elves are still in awe of those guardian dragons soaring in the sky, not to mention that at the last moment of the war, almost all of their lives were saved by demigods and giant dragons.

People, always learn to be grateful.

Of course, Garald is no longer an ordinary soldier. Before Lord Ravencrest fell into a coma, the last order given by the general was to promote Garald Shadowsong to his combat staff, and He was given full responsibility for foreign affairs between the Rebels and their allies.

For a commoner like Garrod, who was born at the bottom of the elf society, this is almost a step up to the sky.

But what happened to Illidan before did not happen to Jarod.

Although some people secretly said that the young man was just lucky, but most of the commanders and soldiers who survived the battlefield did not respond with envy or ridicule to Jarod's good luck.

The reason is very simple, if you have the ability, you can bring a group of demigods and giant dragons to the rescue when everyone needs it?

This is definitely not something that anyone can do casually, it is a real skill! And people with real skills will naturally be looked at differently by others.

And people who can reach the level of high-ranking commanders may be mediocre, but they are definitely not stupid.

The demons are only repelled, and they will come back again. The next time they fight, they will have to rely on Jarod Shadowsong's magical diplomatic talent to pull reinforcements to fight.

Under such circumstances, who would want to offend a person who can save himself from a desperate situation?

"Great, right?

This feeling of being surrounded and flattered by other people, look at these big shots who are usually unwilling to look at you so flatteringly calling you brothers and sisters.

He even patted his chest and said that he would find you a marriage.

Hehe, how does it feel to be in the circle of big shots?

Would you like to share it with me? "

When Garald drank a few glasses of wine, gradually adjusted to the atmosphere, and began to discuss war matters with other high-ranking commanders, the lingering teasing voice reappeared in Brother Shadowsong's ear.

Let him sit up straight immediately, and then relax again.

In the noisy hall, Garrod raised his glass to cover up his actions, and said in his heart:

"It's actually pretty good, if they really know me and respect me. Mr. Laike, I know why they're being so polite to me. You don't have to worry about me being indulging in this illusory sense of accomplishment.

To be honest, rather than wasting time here, I am more worried about whether the soldiers returning to the city will sleep soundly tonight, as well as our 'allies'.

The demigods have retreated to the forest, leaving only one representative of the dragon, and I am very worried about this, maybe they are just here to help and not willing to join the rebel army for long.

What I am more worried about is that if the soldiers pin their hopes on allies but the hidden powers do not participate in the next war with the demons, what should we use to defeat the demons? "

"Well, this mentality is not bad."

Bu Laike gave a chuckle, and he said:

"But are you expecting me to give you an answer? Garrod, I've helped you so much, do I have to feed the last bite of rice into your mouth?

Although I am your brother-in-law, you still have to find a way to do some things yourself. Didn't the sober Ravencrest give you the title of 'Diplomat' before you fell into a coma?

Can't you guess what the high lord wants you to do? "

"I know."

Garrod pursed his lips, and clinked glasses with the Huntress Commander who was persuading him to drink in a friendly manner. While drinking, he said to the pirate worriedly:

"But to be honest, I don't have much confidence.

The demigods were recruited by Brother Stormrage. I didn't participate in it, and I don't know what kind of agreement the demigods reached with the druids.

My process of persuading the dragon took your advice.

But I can feel that those powerful creatures don't really care about the survival of the Elven Empire. They come to the battlefield just to fulfill their mission.

Their dispatch actually has nothing to do with my persuasion.

If let me do it again.

I mean, if it's a long-term alliance, I'm really not sure at all, I'm not a professional diplomat, and what the Blue Dragon King said to me was mean but reasonable.

Lord Malygos said that the elves had caused the disaster and that the elves were to blame. "

"So you're troubled?"

Bu Laike snorted and said:

"You can't think of a reason to convince them to ally with you. You are worried that you will live up to Ravencrest's expectations, just like Illidan who almost made himself a madman."

"I think so, but what I'm more afraid of is that my failure will directly lead to the collapse of the rebel army, and many people will die because of my failure."

Garrod said in a low tone:

"Frankly, it puts a lot of pressure on me, and I feel like I'm taking on a burden that shouldn't be on a normal person like me."

"Don't panic, young man."

The pirate was silent for a few seconds, and said in a hypocritical tone:

"It's a big deal, it's useless to panic.

But I think you can think about this issue from another angle, you see, if you don’t do this, someone else will have to do it, but you have succeeded once after all, you have experience, although that experience is not enough to help you Cope with down trouble.

But I ask you, would you wish to entrust yourself and the hopes of the Rebels to a stranger you do not know well and who has never dealt with dragons and demigods?

Would you trust your hope of survival to a Highborne noble diplomat who served Queen Azshara? "

Brother Yingge fell silent.

Bu Laike also laughed and said:

"Look, you don't want to, no one wants to.

This is the survival instinct of life, just like you are sitting in a carriage rushing towards a cliff, even if you know the driver in front of you is professional, but at the last moment you still want to hold the reins in your hands .

Fighting hard when you are desperate is an explanation to yourself.

This kind of stubborn action may not be able to keep you alive, but at least at the moment of death, you can tell yourself that you have worked hard.

I don't have much time to give you psychological counseling, Jarod, but I, an evil god who has experienced some things, can teach you some rough life lessons.

I call this thing Dark Wisdom.

Where I come from, countless people would give anything just to listen to my wisdom.

Now, since your sister is doing some really exciting things with me, I'm going to teach you it for free. Oh, don't think about it, bad boy, I'm just training her to fight demons. "

Bo Laike's mocking malicious explanation made Garrod, who was about to get up, sit back on the chair again.

He coughed a few times and said to Brother Yingge:

"If you want to convince others, you have to convince yourself first.

You have to have a set of rhetoric that is logically correct. Don't use too much emotional language to describe the bright future. Just briefly tell the objects you need to persuade, what benefits they can get if they help you.

This is the first step.

If you can't win them by profit alone, you have to tell them what kind of loss they will have if they don't help you.

This is the second step.

If you can't persuade them to walk with you by telling the facts and reasoning, you have to make some gestures.

For example, tell the dragons that if they sit back and watch the rebels fall, you will lead the soldiers of Suramar to surrender to Queen Azshara and turn the Nightwell into a second demon portal."

"Will they believe it?"

Garrod asked in surprise.

Bu Laike snorted and said:

"Look what a stupid question it is. It doesn't matter if they believe it or not? The question is whether they dare to bet on how crazy mortals are when they are desperate.

Haven't you, a good boy, blackmailed others since you were a child? "

"Oh."

Jarod nodded, keeping this evil suggestion in mind, and asked urgently:

"Any other suggestions, Mr. Bo Laike."

"Ok?"

The pirate snorted, dissatisfied with the title.

Garrod immediately changed his words and said:

"Help me, brother-in-law, I want to learn your dark wisdom."

"That's pretty much it, so listen up. The key to a perfect fraud is that."

(end of this chapter)