"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! " The mighty Sea King, Sky Wizard, and Alliance Deputy Commander Duke Marcus was in a small wooden hut, nursing his wounds.
"Sir, you have no self-respect. There is no need for you to accommodate that wild woman from Cuel Salas. As a powerful wizard who deserves the most perfect protection, as an important minister of Stormwind, as one of the most important figures in the Alliance, you should consider finding a suitable noble lady to marry. Instead of running to those wild women who jump around in the forest all day and getting beaten up. "
Gavinrad was using holy light to treat Duque's wounds.
Duque grimaced, but did not refute Gavinrad's words. This did not mean that Duque approved of it. It was just that it was useless to say anything.
Gavinrad Misfortune, as the most capable of fighting among the new generation of Stormwind City nobles, was forced by Lothar to attend Archbishop Faol's ceremony and became one of the Seven Holy Knights. Unfortunately, among the Seven Holy Knights, Gavinrad's strength was only above the weakest Windsor, and even below Bolvar, whom Duque had forced in.
As one of the Five Holy Knights in history, Gavinrad also had the least presence. In the later Battle of Andorhal, Gavinrad died at the hands of Arthas, who had turned into a Death Knight.
It was not that Gavinrad was weak. In terms of strength, if the strongest Uther was defined as the maximum value of 100, then Gavinrad would be around 82. It was probably at an excellent level. The main reason was that the other Holy Knights were too arrogant.
His natural strength was not off the charts, coupled with a large amount of aristocratic thinking and a lack of devotion to the Holy Light, his performance in history was not outstanding enough.
As a guard, his performance was enough to make Duque feel at ease.
Even though he knew that Gavinrad was doing it for Duque's own good, sometimes some words were very harsh, such as:
"Sir Marcus, if you need to vent, I would suggest that you …" Gavinrad glanced at Vanessa, and then said in a deadpan manner: "Find a maid, such as Vanessa, that would be good. After all, she is one of us, and … "
Vanessa's embarrassment turned into anger. She used Shadow Steps to flash behind Gavin Rad and used Backstab.
However, Paladins were like cockroaches that couldn't be killed. Moreover, Vanessa's training was far from perfect. To everyone's surprise, Gavin Rad turned around and punched Vanessa and her dagger away with a fist that was glowing with holy light.
"Oh, it's fine if Vanessa doesn't want to. However, my first teacher back then was my maid. Even today, when I wasn't married, she was still my lover. My lord, you should understand that marriage between nobles is very prudent. "
On the other side, little Vanessa roared, "Asshole, I won't let you off!"
"Hey, Vanessa is my maid."
"Of course, sir. I'll try my best not to hurt her." As he spoke, Gavin Rad sent Vanessa flying with another punch.
"Alright, alright. I know which family I'm going to marry. Don't talk about this anymore."
"Understood, my lord."
Apart from thinking like a noble, Gavin Rad was also an excellent Paladin. However, that was all. Duque would send Windsor to help him control the Marcus family's private army, but he would not let Gavin Rad go.
In the following days, the relationship between Duque and Aurelia … How should it be said, it should be normalized. Things would go as they should. They would not be overly intimate, nor would there be any so-called estrangement. The two got along naturally. The only problem was that Aurelia still often treated Duque as a child.
Lothar also teased Duque from time to time, saying that he had occupied the two most beautiful Elven Rangers, but could not eat either of them.
Time entered November 11th.
Lothar found that there was nothing that could make him laugh.
The griffin sentries stationed near the wetlands, near the mountains around Iron Stove Castle, had returned, almost as corpses. In order to ambush them, the Horde had sent out a large number of search teams.
Proudmoore's ship had also returned.
And Duque's Naga scouts.
They all brought the same bad news.
The Horde had seized more than 90% of the land of the Dwarf Kingdom of Khaz Modan, and began to use the dwarven mines to build their own ships. Unlike the wooden transport ships before, the ships were large and rough iron ships. They were very clumsy, but they could carry thousands of Orcs in their cabins.
These ships would quickly carry the Horde across the water. Their target was obviously Southshore, or to be precise, the west coast of Southshore. Because these days, there had been countless Horde scouting boats trying to pass through the Naga and Murlocs to investigate the movement on the west coast.
Southshore, on the other hand, did not have a single Horde scouting boat. It was completely like an abandoned target.
It seemed that if the Horde successfully landed on the west coast of Hillsbrad, they would be at the midpoint between here and Gilneas, not far from the territories of Gilneas, Dalajan and Alterac.
Then the Horde would have the initiative, and the Orcs could attack in any direction.
If the Alliance could move quickly, they could wait for the horde to arrive and fight them head-on.
"Gather the army." Lothar roared, "Abandon everything we don't need. If we are alive, we can send people back later! Now, we just need to maintain speed. Let's go! Let's go! "
When his other adjutants were about to go out of the headquarters to gather their own troops, Lothar turned around and looked at Duque. The kings stood next to him, "Sorry, your Southshore defense line seems to be useless. The Horde has changed a great chief, and it feels much smarter. "
Lothar comforted the young Duque. Not only Lothar, but many others also gave Duque a comforting look. Everyone knew that Duque had spent an unimaginable amount of effort to build the Southshore defense line.
As the representative of the elves, Aurelia also attended the meeting. She almost wanted to go up and comfort Duque.
At this moment, Duque suddenly spoke.
"General Lothar, do you want the few elites of the Alliance to fight against the Horde in the open wilderness?"
Lothar looked a little unhappy, "What else can we do? We can't control where the Horde will land. We can't set up a long defense line along the entire Hillsbrad coastline at this time. If the Horde lands on the west coast, they will directly bypass your defense line in the direction of the sea in Southshore, and all the Alliance troops will be surrounded and annihilated in Southshore. "
Lothar was half explaining and half commanding to Duke as a senior tactician.
At this time, he and Aurelia both saw the corner of Duque's mouth raised.
"Then let the Horde come to Southshore themselves to die." Duque snapped his fingers, and Windsor immediately understood. He walked out of the command post and waved two red flags high.
Then the next moment, countless forts suddenly appeared on the hills in the distance where there was only green …
Lothar and the others were stunned.
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