Stratholme God

   Chapter 339 Severely punish humans (2 more)

   McDonald's pointed to the map.

"You will first lead 50,000 people to the Fifth Fortress Group, which is fifty miles (miles) away from the Andorhal fortress. You don't need to do anything, and you will soon be chased by the main force of the Scourge." MacDonald After a pause: "When you see that the number of opponents fills all your horizons, you retreat with the Silver Hand and all the remaining soldiers."

"and then?"

"You will be very embarrassed and struggling to fight. Maybe you can retreat one or a few bunker groups, but no matter how much you struggle, how hard you fight with your companions, you will end up in the bunker group closest to the Andorhal fortress, which is Here... intercepted!"

   Alsace, like all the participants, shrank his pupils at the same time.

   This is all like a prophet!

   "Why here?" Kaizi couldn't help but ask first.

   "According to Marysia's confession, only true despair can lead to the final fall of the soul, otherwise it is incomplete. Then according to this approach, that is to let you cut off hope at the last moment of obtaining the hope of redemption..."

  Mariahia who was sealed hundreds of miles away: Woohoo (I don't have one, don't talk nonsense)!

  McDonald's voice became more and more dark and gloomy, as if describing an inevitable future.

"If you are captured, Terenas will most likely not kill you on the spot. He wants you to watch the fall of Andorhal Fortress, watch your sister and I be captured, and kill the people you value the most in front of you. Die, or even let you go back to the Alliance, make you suffer unjustifiable grievances, and ultimately make you die in despair, or voluntarily throw yourself into the Lich King's embrace."

   Hearing this, not to mention Alsace himself, even the participants felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet to the sky.

   How vicious must this be to come up with such a vicious scheme!

   In the entire conference room, the atmosphere was dead silent, as if the freezing cold of the severe winter had turned into snowflakes, filling everyone's heart.

   "Then... what's the point of Arthas taking such a big risk?" As expected, it was Kalia who asked.

   McDonald didn't make a sound. He walked to the military sand table and pushed ten cannon models from all over the Andorhal territory to the Andorhal fortress.

   A model representing a hundred artillery pieces!

  Alsace showed a warm winter smile on his face: "It's worth it!"

The    military meeting was over, and most of the people retreated to prepare.

Only Kaizi came out, he hesitated for a while, but still said: "I want to go back to Quel'Thalas. The Scourge might attack my homeland across the sea. You know, I can't ignore Silvermoon City being burned again. "

   McDonald's heart skipped a beat, he didn't know if he should persuade Kai Zi.

  In history, Silvermoon City rushed to the streets first, and Kaizi escaped before he had time to rush back.

  Kaizi goes back like this, I'm afraid that there will be more bad luck than good luck.

When   's words came to his lips, McDonald was stunned to find that he had not persuaded Kaizi. The dignified elf prince has no reason not to go to the national disaster together.

With a long sigh, he said, "I have 200,000 soldiers in the northern fortress of Stratholme, and half of them are recruits. If there is any chance, you can ask me for help. This time, the Alliance will not accept Quel'Thalas again casually. To come in, Quel'Thalas must show considerable sincerity."

   Kaelthas had a capital embarrassment on his face.

  Retire from the group for a while, the whole family crematorium.

   This is not really a threat.

   "I, I will communicate well with the father."

   For some reason, Alleria and the others felt a pain in their hearts when they heard Kael'thas' weak words. They couldn't do anything, they could only watch the prince walk out with his shoulders drooping.

   They seem to see the future of their home country...

   Seriously, they are quite tangled.

  If possible, the Stratholme army directly destroys the Scourge, which is naturally the best.

   Just blocking it, making Terenas like a mouse pulling a turtle and unable to start?

   This is not good.

   The furious Scourge might divert their targets just like Orgrim's army last time. Either take Quel'Thalas on your back, or go south across the sea to attack Ironforge and Stormwind.

   Either way, the result is not good.

   They thought about it a lot, but they didn't think about it. Before Arthas played here, Quel'Thalas over there sent stern diplomatic words the next day.

   McDonald threw the emissary's credentials into the fireplace with a wry smile.

  The time will go back to yesterday, and Kaizi will return to Silvermoon City.

  As an elf prince and archmage, Kaizi can directly use teleportation to return to his home country.

   As soon as he returned, he asked to see his father and king.

  The Sun King met him at the Silvermoon Council.

   Kaizi made a generous statement, describing the horror and brutality of the Scourge.

   "Your Majesty! The Scourge is the mortal enemy of all living beings in the world! They have no mercy and wantonly kill. We must prepare for war immediately..."

   Before he finished speaking, the facial features of the Sun King's aged face seemed to be huddled together: "War? With whom?"

   In fact, Kaizi already felt bad when he said this, and he forced himself to remain calm: "Of course it's with the Scourge Legion."

  Suddenly, Senator Darkan pushed out a tray supported by arcane energy. This tray was suspended one meter above the ground, and a weapon that Kaizi was no stranger to was placed on it.

   That is, the [Magic Grenade Revolver] used by the Griffin Knights of the Trident Legion.

   "Your Highness, do you recognize this thing? Or, do you recognize the emblem on it?"

   Kaizi reluctantly said: "I recognize, this is the emblem of the [Trident] mercenary regiment under the Duke of Stratholme."

   "Do you remember when these so-called saviours passed through Eversong Forest?"

"Remember!"

   "Hehe, then why don't you sense the power in those bullets?"

   Kael'thas was speechless.

   He had already sensed it.

   As long as you are a high elf mage, you will not be unfamiliar with this magic power fluctuation - this is the magic power of unpurified sun well water!

The Sun King was furious, and he flipped the tray containing the [Magic Grenade Revolver] with a raised hand. The huge revolver on it, together with the disassembled cannonball, smashed the magic shield around Arthas. above.

   Kael'thas endured silently.

   It was as if his father had thrown a glass of cold water on his face.

"The thief! The despicable human thief!" The Sun King was furious, his white hair stood upright, and his roar echoed throughout the council hall: "Save us? Bah! Maybe they killed those gods. The green-skinned orcs brought it here!"

  Darkhan echoed: "Your Majesty, no doubt, it must be the Duke of Stratholme! That hypocrite deflected all the elves. In order to steal our precious Sunwell water!"

   "Yes! Punish humans!"

   "Must be severely punished!"

   The rest of the councillors roared.

   (end of this chapter)