King Solas Trollbane of Stormgard spoke, "The Sador Bridge was also under heavy attack. Thanks to King Stormwind Laing's valuable experience, we did not suffer too many losses. "
After saying this, he also played a live video.
The situation here was much better. The Orcs could not pass through the huge straits with strong winds and strong waves, so they could only attack the narrow Sador Bridge.
Unlike the Dwarves, where the Horde could climb mountains, the Orcs only had two bridges that looked wide during normal times, but felt narrow during battles.
Thirty metres wide sounded like a lot. The terrain in the Northern Continent was slightly higher (otherwise, why would it be called the Arathi Highlands). However, they had to withstand the firepower of more than a hundred ballistae and catapults that were deployed along the mountain to the north of the bridge, as well as more than thirty arrow towers and a thousand Javelin Team members who hid in the blockhouses in shifts day and night …
Thirty metres? That was a target, alright?
No matter how brave the Orcs were, they would only be cannon fodder.
If this bridge had not been made by the Dwarves and was extremely sturdy, an ordinary bridge would have collapsed long ago.
Thus, the Stormgard people only sacrificed manpower and resources, not lives. King Solas did not forget to give King Laing a grateful look when he played the video. Without Stormwind's full set of javelin manufacturing blueprints, the warriors of Riptide Stronghold would probably still be fighting the Orcs with useless bows and arrows.
Not only blueprints, but a large number of craftsmen had also come to help Stormgard make the javelins while teaching the craftsmen of Riptide Stronghold.
The alliance had not yet been officially established, but Stormwind was already doing its part as an ally. Moreover, before today's meeting, Duque had already made it clear to King Solas that if Riptide Stronghold needed help, his 7,000 private soldiers could go to the Arathi Highlands at any time.
Of course, Solas Trollbane did not know that according to the situation, he would not have the opportunity to use such reinforcements. And it just so happened that Duque knew this, which was why he had come to offer his help. Solas had been greatly frightened by the Orcs, and now that he had such a loyal ally who promised to help him for free, Solas was so touched that he almost cried and snot flowed out of his nose.
If he knew that Duque turned around and muttered to himself, "It feels so good to be able to increase favorability by making a promise that doesn't need to be fulfilled." He might even want to kill Duque.
Of course, these were all assumptions.
With the Orcs as their enemy, as well as the support of the craftsmen from Duke Stormwind Duke Marcus, Stormgard was definitely a country that responded positively to the alliance.
However, it was relative. Apart from the Rotterdam Kingdom that had just been slapped in the face by the orc slaves, the kings of the few countries that were closer to the north behaved rather indifferently. This was especially so for the representative of the High Elves, Councilor Dalkan of the Silvermoon Parliament. This fellow was actually admiring his newly manicured nails.
Laing and Andoine could not help but frown. Why are these guys still observing at a time like this!?
Andoine was the most direct. He secretly kicked Duque, and whispered, "Don't you still have information to submit?"
Duque rolled his eyes at Lothar, and finally raised his hand. "I, Duke Marcus of Karazhan of Stormwind, have important information to submit."
Those who could attend the meeting, even if they were standing behind the king, were all important ministers of the kingdom. King Terenas nodded. "I agree to submit."
In the history of the alliance, one of the biggest losses was that the leaders of the various countries had initially thought that the Orcs did not know how to build ships.
Now, what Duque submitted was an image that he had personally sent Darnielle and the search team of three ships to retrieve.
The huge mirror showed the scene of a group of Orc labourers working in full swing.
Although the work of these crude fellows was completely unsightly, it could still be clearly seen that it was the keel of a ship.
This time, the one who reacted the most violently was King Kurtiras, Dailin Proudmoore. He stood up from his throne and stared at the image with his bulging eyes. If the Orcs had a large fleet, Kurtiras would have nowhere to escape. It could be said that apart from Duque's fleet, Kurtiras had no other reinforcements!
That was not the end. Duque continued.
"This is the image of Baradin Bay in the northwest of the southern continent. It happens to be separated from Southshore by a sea. As everyone knows, we, Stormwind, have a fleet of more than a hundred warships, more than 10,000 Murlocs, and hundreds of Naga. Even without Kurtiras' fleet, we dare to say that we can defend Southshore. However, there is nothing we can do in other places. "
In the center of the seven thrones and the two representatives' seats, in front of the huge map of the eastern kingdom, Duque let a Hand of Magic float gently on the map.
From the Baradin Bay to the west, around Southshore, to the north of the land …
At this time, it was King Zeon of the Gilneas Kingdom's turn to look bad.
Of course, King Terenas of Lordaeron was also in a bad mood. Because near the finger of Duque's Hand of Magic was the Northstream Coast, which was convenient for landing. What was the coast? Wasn't it Lordaeron's Silverpine Forest?
At this time, Duque said seriously, "Of course, this is just a guess. Maybe … "
The direction of the Hand of Magic changed. This time, it went east from Baradin Bay, all the way under Sador Bridge, to the southeast of the northern continent, and then north along the cape. This time, it went over the steep Arathi Highlands, which was full of elemental creatures, and pointed further north to the east coast of the Hinterlands.
This time, it was King Alterac's turn to look bad, but his reaction was not too intense.
"Is it there? That's even better, let those damned trolls fight the green-skinned monsters, "Eden argued.
"What if those trolls join the tribe?" Duque asked back with a cold smile.
Eden was very, very unhappy with Duque's questioning. "Then at least those dwarves from the Eagle Nest Mountain will be at the front."
As soon as Eden's voice fell, Dwarf Prince Magni was not happy. "Hey! King of Alterac, watch your tone. Those are our dwarven brothers! "
"That's right, brothers who fight and kill each other!" Eden shot a disdainful glance at Mag.
"Bastard! Even after the War of the Three Hammers! But we've made up with the Wildhammer dwarves! I'm warning you, don't insult our Wildhammer brothers again, or I'll not let you off. "Magni waved his hammer angrily.
"Hmph!" Eden snorted coldly and answered with silence. It was a sign that he did not want to pursue the matter further.
Beside Magni, Muradin Bronzebeard, who had been an ambassador for many years, was more tactful. He pulled his brother back.
Duque glanced at King Eden. Although he quickly retracted his gaze, Noxus still saw that moment of disdain — that was the look of disdain when looking at a dead man.
Duque's deduction based on the Orcs' ship building ended here.
If it wasn't for the heavy atmosphere, Laing almost wanted to applaud Duque's wonderful deduction. In any case, Duque had successfully established the common foundation of the entire alliance.
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