Stormwind God

Duke fell into a strange sleepy state.

On the surface, he was waiting for the departure of the Red Dragon, but he was still trapped in the emerald dream.

At this point, the Red Dragon did not find it, Nesario did not find it, nor did Windresa lurking behind Duke.

Almost at the same time, a large crowd was busy in a military camp in Dalaran.

It was a huge stone gate.

The gates are all constructed in purple crystal pillars in the style of Dalaran. Of course, they are not as exaggerated as the dark gates, but they are also one of the best portals in the world.

The blue-purple portal with psychedelic colors has not been fully opened yet, and when people looked at it, they saw that the opposite side was completely black.

Nearly a hundred Dalaran Masters were nervously examining every magic circle.

The Earth Mage is testing the output of magic.

Morning Star Master is examining the integrity of the Magic Array.

A member of Kirin Tor and a member of the Silvermoon Parliament are standing high and directing everything.

"It seems that the world hasn't transmitted on such a large scale for nearly a thousand years, has it?" Members of the Silvermoon Council whispered to themselves.

Thousands of people are also busy in the square next to it.

They are not ordinary soldiers. Almost every heavily armed person has a knight's emblem on his chest. He is also a knight's apprentice. The knight's servants were nervously conducting a final equipment check for them. Weapons, equipment, and small amounts of water and dry food.

Behind the team are a large number of professionals-hunters, thieves, priests, and mages.

In front of these knights, there are a few paladins wearing bright silver armor and slightly sacred light. They have a name that resounds through the Alliance and the Horde-Knight of the Silver Hand.

It can be found carefully that most of their weapons are enchanted with Dragon Slaying against the Dragons.

Even if half of Dalaran Mages are assembled for teleportation, it is impossible to have the teleportation ability of the Dark Portal, and it is impossible to transport 100,000 troops in one go.

1000 people, up to 1200 people, this is already the limit.

Here, the most elite troops of Lordaeron were assembled.

Here, almost everyone has the power of a single horse to bring down five orc warriors.

They are the elite of the elite.

They are the glory of Lordaeron.

There is an observatory behind the square. On this terrace, you can clearly see everything happening below. Terenas, Lord of Lordaeron, stood with his head held high. He held the king's scepter and said to Anthony Das, "My military adviser told me that even facing three ancient dragons at the same time. This team can Fight with it. "

Antonidas seemed to be thinking about it, and after a few seconds he replied, "Your consultant gave you a fairly conservative estimate."

There was a proud pride on Terenas's face: "Lordantrum has failed, but Lordaeron will find a greater glory."

The four kings, Dailin, Jean, Ryan, and Solas, standing near Terenas frowned. They were sensitive to the fact that Terenas used the word 'Lordantrum'.

Not only human kings, but Kael'thas and Kurdran Wildhammer who watched the ceremony together also had a disgusting feeling.

Since the events of Stormwind Kingdom and Lordaeron a few days ago, the kings have become more vigilant.

Everyone knows that Lordaeron is not kind. After the failure to marry Ilucia, the two countries fought with each other. When Lothar did not hesitate to resign as commander in chief, Terenas finally relented. Cut the fellow's title, reduced to knight, let the Pavan family publicly apologize, and at the same time pushed the sin on the messenger.

It is said that the gift is actually 100,000 gold coins, not 1,000. Say what the guy ’s math is taught by a physical education teacher or something.

Anyway, a bunch of children don't even believe and have no sincerity to apologize.

As a result, even if Lordaeron and Stormwind had not completely torn their faces, the seeds of contradiction had been planted.

If it weren't for the Horde already occupying the entire southern continent and the Arathi Highlands, the bridgehead on the northern continent, perhaps the Alliance had begun to split.

Everyone knew that Lordaeron was distorted. It may be said that Lordaeron had been a distorted great power in the morning, but it had not been revealed before.

Now Lordaeron has refused to form coalition forces on the grounds that the raid task is not suitable for too many countries. In fact, Lordaeron's lineup is not necessarily able to come out of the world.

Therefore, the next few kings were extremely entangled. They hoped that Lordaeron's raid would break the current passive beating of the alliance, but they did not want Lordaeron to succeed.

After all, once the last big red dragon brand is lost, the tribe is likely to collapse. They can't imagine what Lordaeron would look like after completing this important turning point.

Of course, if Duke is here this time, he would use such a word to describe-Lordaeron is going to broadcast a horse horse honeycomb.

Terenas turned and opened his arms towards the kings: "Did you see? Lordaeron's sophistication is so powerful! Did you see it? This is the demeanor of the winning champion."

The kings saw a nearly crazy twist on Terenas' face.

However, no king snored, except Ryan.

Ryan Wrynn strode forward, this seemingly ordinary movement full of cold chill. Mograine, standing next to Terenas, couldn't help narrowing his eyes.

"Admiral Menethil, I just want to tell you one thing. Never look down on those who you think are just chess pieces ..." Say, Ryan walked away without looking back, and left alongside Ryan And also Anduin Losa.

Within the league, the title is ambiguous.

The kind point can be called directly by his name and add ‘His Majesty’. For example, Duke prefers to call Terenas for Her Majesty ’s.

If it's official, call the other's rank. In this regard, all kings are generals. Ryan is right to call Terenas like this. It's just that the relationship is cold.

But Lane is Lane. Even if he is a dying king, he will never stick his face to the cold ass, and he will not find it himself.

Ryan's public lifting of the table in the political realm made Terenas look very bad.

Immediately, Terenas sneered: "Regardless of him, this is a battle of justice. The victory must be us. If you are ready, please master me to start."

Antonidas doesn't like Terenas either.

Political shame is also here. As one of the countries that has received enough benefits, Antonidas must fully support this operation.

On the surface this time was pure Lordaeron's force. In fact, after Dalaran received the benefits, many mages who had acquiesced to signing freelance contracts were transferred to Lordaeron before the war. (To be continued.)