As the most basic territory of the Stormwind Kingdom, the Elven Forest had always been a treasure in the eyes of the nobles. Not only did agricultural activities such as logging and rearing pigs and sheep allow the people to live a stable and stable life, but it also brought continuous tax revenue to the nobles' territories.
In addition, the Elven Forest itself had a large number of high-grade copper and other mineral resources. The Elven Forest was almost synonymous with not having to worry about food and clothing.
If it wasn't for the thousands of years that every inch of the forest had been transferred by successive kings, no fool would spend so much effort to develop the barren Red Ridge Mountains in the east, the dark Twilight Forest in the south, or the monster-infested Western Wilderness.
In the meeting hall, everyone's first reaction was that Duque had gone crazy. They instinctively wanted to deny Duque.
Their second reaction was that … it seemed to make sense.
What happened to the Elven Forest, did it have anything to do with them now?
No!
Not at all!
No matter how much they denied it, they couldn't change the fact that the Elven Forest had fallen into the hands of those damned green skins. The rich natural resources of the past had all become resources for the green skins to raise their descendants.
Thinking of their beautiful mansions and rich territories falling into the hands of those barbaric beasts, every noble gritted their teeth in hatred.
One of the nobles asked weakly, "Won't we anger the druids by setting fire to the forest?"
Then, a group of nobles looked at the small noble as if he was an idiot. They were facing a disaster here, and he still cared about the Druids who had died somewhere?
The nobles immediately fell silent.
Noxus was the kind one to ask, "What about the Orcs' spellcasters called Warlocks?"
"I received absolutely accurate information from my master. At the moment, the strongest Orc Warlock, Gul 'dan, will not be able to fight for some reason in the short term. The same goes for the Shadow Council. So, as long as you give me a Griffin, I'll be safe. "
Noxus suddenly realized that in the battle with the Orcs, the human side was almost suppressed in all aspects. It wasn't just the factor of individual combat power, but also the lack of understanding of the Orc Warlocks. The Storm Royal Family's Mages were defeated in the battle with the Shadow Council, and the Mages were almost dead in name.
However, in recent days, there had been no Orc Warlocks attacking. Fortunately, this was the case. Otherwise, the only remaining Morning Star Wizard in the country would have to protect Laing. With just three Sky Wizards, they would not be a match for the Shadow Council.
Lothar nodded at Laing.
Laing stood up. "Alright, I approve of this plan. But I have only one request for you, Earl Marcus. "
"Your Majesty, please speak." Duque stood up and bowed.
"You must come back alive!" Laing said earnestly, "Stormwind is on the verge of destruction, and it's not just you, Duke Marcus. For a 15-year-old like you, you've done enough, that's good enough. If the kingdom's fate is to be destroyed, I will calmly accept it. But in the future, when we rebuild Stormwind from the ruins, we still need young people like you to contribute. "
"Hiss …" Almost every noble sucked in a cold breath.
If it had been anyone else, they would have at least given a military order, saying that if they did not complete the mission, they would die for the country. Now that it was Duque, Laing was actually so lenient that he did not even hesitate to bet on the kingdom's early destruction?!
How much did Laing value Duque?
Such royal favor was unheard of. Even when Medivh was still alive, Laing had never pampered a Medivh so much.
But thinking about it, it was normal.
At this point, did Du Ke still need to prove himself?
The youngest Sky Wizard, the richest merchant in the world, the Sea King who held the kingdom's lifeline, the hero who killed the Demon King Sargeras, saved the queen and the prince, and was the king's great benefactor. If not for the fear of not being rewarded in the future and being blocked by the nobles, Duque would have been a duke by now.
Even so, everyone in the noble circle knew that Laing had already greeted the only Morning Star Wizard. As long as the situation stabilized, Duque would inherit Medivh's position in the kingdom and become the chief court wizard of Stormwind.
Duque's rise was unstoppable. Before Duque returned from Karazhan, no one was confident. Now, many nobles had secretly decided that if Duque's plan to stop the Orcs for ten days was successful, they would completely tie Duque to their family's war chariot.
Compared to other nobles, King Laing had a fatal shortcoming — the royal bloodline was too thin. It was not only because he was not a direct descendant of Thoradin The Great, but also because Laing did not have any siblings. Similarly, the only heir was Prince Varian. The queen did not have a child with Laing.
But other nobles were different. Wasn't it just a noble daughter? As long as they had a marriage alliance with Duque, even if they lost their territory, their family would still be able to live comfortably. If they could win back their territory in the future, that would be even better.
Unknowingly, the nobles had begun to have ideas about Duque.
Duque did not know what the nobles were thinking. After thanking Laing for his concern, he prepared to set off.
But after stepping out of Stormwind Fortress, he was surprised to find a group of old friends waiting for him.
"Mentor Norton, I'm so happy to see you. Your aura is not bad."
Yes, it was old man Norton. Darnielle and Itana were also beside him. Duque noticed that these two former magic apprentices were now wearing the formal robes of the royal Wizard Guild.
"Eh? You've advanced?! "This time, Duque was really surprised.
Darnielle smiled foolishly, "Itana once said, 'If you don't rise in war, you will perish in the flames of war.' I just advanced to a level-one earth mage last week. Itana advanced two months before me, and is now a level-three earth mage. "
The freckled Itana gave Duque a standard ladylike bow, her face still a little stiff, "Mentor Norton said that we should be able to help you."
Old man Norton came over and took Duque's hand affectionately. "Don't refuse, Duque. This old man's old bones are about to fall apart. I'll thank the heavens if they can survive this battle. They have no future with me. Today, I'll throw away my old face. If you don't accept them, I'll kneel here for everyone to see. "
"Don't, don't, don't." Duque knew that the old man was serious. Darnielle and Itana, who were born as commoners, had long been labeled as Duque's. If Duque didn't want them, these two really had nowhere to go.
Duque turned to face the two. "Okay, enough with the pleasantries. You two will follow me from now on. I want to ask you, do you want to become my followers? Or are you my henchmen? "
Darnielle scratched his head. "Is there a difference?"
Itana kicked Darnielle lightly. "Of course I want to be a follower."
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