Stormwind God

Looking at the splendid Chamber of Commerce being noisy by a group of kings into a vegetable market, Lothar could not help rolling his eyes. No one can maintain a gentleman's manner in the face of such an event as the destruction of the country.

Lothar had to appease Jean: "Don't worry, the tribe can't fly. Even if the tribe can fly, it's unlikely that hundreds of thousands of tribes will fly from the sky and land in your capital. If that's the case, we all use Sword wipe your neck. "

When Lothar was talking about this, Duke frowned, and he suddenly realized that a serious problem he had overlooked for a long time now has no decent air force at all.

This is not a simple question.

Duke knew very well where the griffins were. It was in the Eagle's Nest in the Hinterlands. The problem was that they belonged to the now absolutely neutral Wildhammer dwarves. There were no tribes to death in previous lives. Those dwarves whose heads were harder than stones did not shake their fellow copperbeard dwarves, let alone humans.

This is also the result of the Battle of the Three Hammers of the Bronze Beard, Wild Hammer, and Black Iron.

Thinking of this, Duke's temples twitched.

There was also no substantial progress on the military parliament. The biggest resolution made on the military parliament was to strengthen the Shadowfang Castle on the east side of the Nanliu coast. This fortress, affiliated with Gilneas Aruru's Arch, is a good defensive core.

As for the plan to strengthen the entire north and south stream coasts, it was stranded because of insufficient cement and funding. In this regard, King Gene almost hated Duke, and murmured in his mouth that Duke ran out of cement in order to strengthen the Hillsbrad Hill line.

Lothar patted Duke's shoulder and said "don't mind."

Duke could only smile bitterly.

Perhaps this is the sorrow of the weak. Not about Duke itself, but about the current alliance. Even if Duke has killed more than 200,000 troops of the tribe twice, the tribe is still a strong side in terms of strength, both in quantity and quality.

Perhaps the gap in quality is narrowing, but the disadvantage in quantity is at least two more wars to get closer.

Until then, the league will be a passive defender.

This becomes a near paradoxical situation.

If more forces want to join the alliance, the tribe must be released into the northern continent to die.

Doing so will waste the current defense.

If the front is not maintained, then the tribe will be allowed to cultivate and rest on the southern continent, and then Ironforge will eventually fall. At that time, it will be a north-south confrontation and a century-long war.

Duke had a headache.

After the military meeting with no major results, Duke returned to Nanhai Town again.

Then he found four long white flowers hanging from the roof of his house.

Long legs or something hang down at that position. Duke didn't run into it for the first time, but four for the hair? Is it possible to plant two pairs of long legs in winter and two pairs in spring?

Huh! What a ghost setting!

"Wow! Storm warning, storm warning! After ten seconds, there will be an updraft here, and a lot of clothes may be blown away." Duke pinched his nose, imitating the worst mechanical sound.

On the contrary, Aurelia was the thinnest. She turned a beautiful pigeon, turned and jumped down. Instead, the Queen Queen giggled, and she still wobbled with two white calves without any worries.

"Hee hee, sister, don't believe him, he dare to do this, we'll shoot him all magical energy **** as apples."

Duke rubbed his eyebrows, and the victorious Queen of Queens really did.

"Well, I probably know why the boring windrunner ladies are here." Duke looked back.

"Cut, we've been moldy here all winter for the Alliance." Aurelia put her arms on her back, looking straightforward.

Duke swayed left and right, and suddenly the mage's hand brought a whole stack of complaint letters.

"Yes, yes, before the Winter Veil, the sheep that the Georges had used to celebrate were gone, but later found in Windrunner's camp."

"..." The big white legs on his head forgot to shake.

"My Naga told me that a quick thief had stolen a dozen of my mermaid gold pearls ..."

A gust of wind came. Well, why is the spring breeze still a bit cold?

"Two barrels of dwarven gin, used by King Lane to celebrate the New Year, sent by King Bronzebeard of Ironforge, are missing."

Alleria turned her gaze on the back of a future queen who turned to escape.

Speaking of which, a gust of wind rose on Duke's roof, and both sisters disappeared.

There was an angry cry from the head of "Sylvanas" in the wind.

Duke scratched his head: "It really is a windrunner, go wherever you want."

Of course, Duke didn't really want to calculate the ledger with Sylvanas, but just wanted to tease her slightly. Of course, after coming out of Quel'Thalas, Aurelia, who has always set the example of the nobility of the high elves in front of others, is obviously unable to tolerate the escape of her sister.

A few minutes later, Aurelia captured the poor Queen Nozomi.

With her ears pierced, tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, Queen Queen bowed her head unexpectedly with a strong contrast.

Duke almost wanted to kiss the Queen.

"Uh, Duke, that, I will compensate for my sister's loss."

For a moment, Duke really wanted to say that Queen Greek should be let go. That's Sylvanas! Strong Queen Queen of Heaven. Even if he doesn't become a dark ranger, he is too strong. But this is impossible. First of all, Duke's own heart can't get through. Secondly, the Windrunner family is actually quite rich ...

"No, tens of thousands of gold coins, I don't pay attention to it. An experiment is gone."

"Ha ha ha! This is my good Duke! It is worthy of my sister to hurt you so much!" Aurelia patted Duke's shoulder, an elder tone.

Duke knew, in fact, that Aurelia was fainting. Stealing tribute is something big or small.

Of course, Duke is very clear: At present, no enemy human kingdom will be more authentic to Quel'Thalas who walks with the dharma for this kind of thing.

Sylvanas spit out her tongue where Aurelia couldn't see, but Windrunner's perception of external things did not depend only on sight. The devil's hand holding Sylvanas' ear could not help but use a little more strength.

"It hurts! Sister, I know I'm wrong!" This time, Queen Greek really counseled.

"Okay! I also know you need some excitement for so long."

"We are always ready to fight for the righteous cause of the alliance." Aurelia was serious and closed her chest.

Fight for a ghost, are you like ****?

"There is a task that is likely to be okay and very high-risk now ..."

"I! I!" The two sisters raised their hands together. (To be continued.)

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