Varian had a good father, he was born noble, and there were so many legendary figures around him to take care of him. This was both a blessing and a curse.
That was because, under the halo of those legendary figures, everything he did seemed to pale in comparison.
Killing the evil god Hakkar — even if Hakkar was the weakest existence in the divine realm, Hakkar was still a god. If this was the previous 2800 years of peace, this feat could be boasted for dozens of lifetimes, and it would be sung by countless bards for thousands of generations.
Unfortunately, Varian's achievements were completely overshadowed by Duque.
That was because Ragnaros's clone, the demigod Dragon Nefarian, the demigod Lich Kel 'Thuzad, and the real ancient evil god C' Thun were also killed at the same time.
This was a shared glory, but it was also the sorrow of being in the same era as other great people. Because, in the history books, only the strongest person in the Alliance, Duke Marcus, would be recorded as leading a group of strong people to complete this great kill.
Perhaps historians and the upper nobles would remember the names of every participant, but it was a pity that ordinary people would only remember the first few names — Duque, Thrall, Magni …
If he was a mediocre person, he might be depressed under such a blow and be mediocre for the rest of his life.
Varian wasn't. He was eager to prove himself.
He was eager, but not extreme.
Fortunately, in terms of seniority, Duque was a generation older than him. Duque didn't directly set any rules and regulations for him, and didn't force him to do any work or training that he was unwilling to do. Otherwise, in his youth, it was very likely that he would become distorted and degenerate like Arthas.
At this moment, Varian's eyes were filled with enthusiasm for work.
"Broll, I need the known maps of the Outland, as well as the reports of all the general-levels that were sent to the Outland."
Varian thought that he would get a colored map, but he didn't expect Broll to bring the Great Astrologer Solarian.
Solarian came over and opened her hands. Suddenly, a three-dimensional map appeared in mid-air. Her slender fingers, which were unique to elves, flew nimbly, marking the three-dimensional map with different colors.
Solarian's clear voice spoke.
"The Outland used to be the planet Draenor. Seventeen years ago, Master Marcus threw the third-generation Great Chieftain, Ner 'zhul, out of Karazhan in a state of self-destruction. At the same time, it caused a big explosion because the core of the explosion was located in Draenor. The result is that Draenor is in tatters. "
"Right now, the Outland is divided into seven regions: [Hellfire Peninsula] in the east, [Nether Storm] in the northeast, [Blade Peak] in the northwest, [Zangarmarsh] in the west, [Nagrand] in the southwest, [Terroka Forest] in the south, and [Moon Shadow Valley] in the southeast where Illidan's main force is located."
"The Door of Darkness is currently in a very stable state. The door in the direction of Draenor is located at the easternmost side of the Hellfire Peninsula. The first group of expeditionary forces that were sent out back then had established a sturdy outpost on the eastern side of the Hellfire Peninsula. Recently, Master Marcus upgraded it to a firmer level-1 castle [Glory Castle], with Sir Danath Trollbane as the supreme commander. "
"Here." Solarian pointed, and the three-dimensional image of the Nether Storm in the northeast suddenly protruded, "Prince Kael 'thas is leading the Blood Elves to support the Draenei in defending the Storm Fortress. According to the intelligence, because they activated a huge robot guard [Ethereal Mech] that is more than ten stories tall, they were able to withstand the siege of tens of thousands of Fel Orcs with a small number of troops. "
At this point, Solarian stopped, "Is there anything you want to ask?"
William frowned, "In seven years, the Alliance has only expanded their control area in the Outland?"
"Supplies are very difficult. On the Hellfire Peninsula, almost no grass grows. On the vast reddish-brown plains, there are mutated creatures everywhere. In areas without the protection of the Holy Light Magic Circle, the advance troops don't even dare to casually drink unfiltered water. Fortunately, when we went there, we brought enough supplies for 30,000 people to use for two years. Relying on measures such as limiting supplies, we managed to survive the period when we lost contact. "
Solarian then pointed to the middle of the Hellfire Peninsula, "There is the Fel Orc fortress [Hellfire Fortress] here, which has lost its mind after being contaminated by evil energy. According to incomplete statistics, there are more than 200,000 Fel Orcs gathered here, and their real leader is the Burning Legion's Abyssal Lord Magtheridon. Not only him, there is also a humanoid giant mechanical creation [Fel Mech] on the plains that is difficult for our current civilization to understand. According to calculations, it is nearly twenty stories tall. "
Looking at the appearance and data of the Fel Mech projected by Solarian, William's brows furrowed even tighter, forming a narrow 'Chuan' character.
Broll couldn't help but sigh, "Other than the Dwarves' cannons, I reckon there is nothing that can kill this thing."
William asked, "Won't this thing attack Glory Castle?"
"It will wander in a fixed area and attack all creatures in its line of sight. This area happens to be between the Dark Portal and Glory Castle, and it brings a lot of trouble to our supplies. Every time we resupply, we will lose at least 60% of our horses. "
"Horses?"
Solarian emphasized, "Because there is a lack of water in this place, coupled with the fact that it has been ravaged by the Fel Mech for a long time, the quality of the soil is very bad. The Dwarves' steam tanks often get stuck and are unable to move. So we use the most primitive horses for transportation, and because of the lack of necessary water and fodder, the losses to the horses are also huge. "
William wasn't a king who had never fought a war and could only command blindly. He had been trained in the most orthodox military academy in Stormwind, worked as a slave gladiator, and personally commanded the war against the Troll Empire in Zul 'Gurub. William was much stronger than he was at the same time in history.
He understood why they couldn't advance after hearing that.
In order to defeat a strong enemy, they had to have a strong military force or extraordinary individual combat power. If the Alliance's powerhouses couldn't leave, they could only accumulate military power. Unfortunately, the supplies were terrible, and the distance between the Dark Portal and Glory Castle was more than 200 kilometers.
William didn't think that the starving soldiers would be able to defeat the ferocious Fel Orc army.
"Phew! I understand the general situation now. " William let out a long breath. "When the other kings arrive, I will discuss this matter with them …"
At this moment, the door suddenly opened, and Duque came in with an existence that surprised William.
Looking at the other party's pair of cicada wings and four sharp claws, William was a little dumbfounded. "Uncle Duque, is she … Sartura?"
This female Insect Person, who exuded the aura of a powerhouse and was wearing a purple long-sleeved shirt, spoke awkwardly in the common language. "I … am … Sartura."
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