Lothar couldn't help but roll his eyes as he watched the kings turn the splendid meeting hall into a noisy market. No one could maintain their gentlemanly demeanor in the face of such a major event.
Lothar had to appease Zeon, "Don't worry, the Horde can't fly. Even if they can, it's impossible for hundreds of thousands of them to fly over and land in your capital. If that's the case, we'll all cut our throats with our swords. "
When Lothar said this, Duque frowned. He suddenly realized a serious problem that he had neglected for a long time — the Alliance did not have a decent air force at all.
This was not a simple problem.
Duque knew very well where the Gryphons were. They were at the Eagle's Nest Mountain in the Hinterlands. The problem was that it belonged to the Wildhammer Dwarves, who were absolutely neutral. In his previous life, without the Horde, the dwarves who were harder than stones didn't even care about their compatriots, the Bronzebeard Dwarves, let alone the humans.
This was also the result of the [Battle of the Three Hammers] between the Bronzebeard, Wildhammer, and Ebon dwarves in the Iron Furnace Castle.
Thinking of this, Duque's temples twitched painfully.
There was no substantial progress in the military meeting. The biggest resolution was to strengthen the Shadowfang Castle on the east side of the South Stream Coast. This fortress belonged to Master Gilnis, Arugal, and was a very good defensive core.
As for the plan to strengthen the entire North and South Stream Coast, it was stalled due to a lack of cement and funds. King Zeon almost hated Duque for this, muttering that Duque had used up all the cement in order to strengthen the defense line in the Hillsbrad Hills.
Lothar patted Duque's shoulder and said, "Don't mind him."
Duque could only smile bitterly.
Perhaps this was the sorrow of the weak. It was not Duque himself, but the current Alliance. Even though Duque had killed more than 200,000 Horde soldiers twice, the Horde was still the stronger side in terms of military strength, both in terms of quantity and quality.
Perhaps the gap in quality was narrowing, but the disadvantage in quantity would take at least two more wars to close.
Until then, the Alliance would be the passive side.
This was a situation that was almost paradoxical.
If he wanted more forces to join the Alliance, he would have to let the Horde Tribes into the Northern Continent.
If they did that, they would waste the current defensive line.
If they maintained the frontlines and allowed the Horde to rest and recuperate in the Southern Continent, the Iron Furnace Fort would fall one day. When that time came, the North and South would face off, and it would be a hundred year war.
Duque had a headache.
After the inconclusive military meeting, Duque returned to Southshore.
Then, he found four long white legs hanging down from the roof of his house.
It wasn't the first time Duque had seen long legs hanging down from that position, but why were there four? Could it be that if he planted a pair of legs in winter, he would be able to harvest two pairs in spring?
Pooh pooh pooh! What kind of damned setting was this?
"Whoosh! Storm warning! Storm warning! In ten seconds, there will be an updraft, and a lot of clothes may be blown away. "Duque pinched his nose and imitated the clumsiest mechanical voice.
Alleria, on the other hand, was the most thin-skinned of them all. She did a beautiful pigeon flip and jumped down. Queen Sylvie, on the other hand, giggled and swung her white legs without a care in the world.
"Hehe, sis, don't believe him. If he really dares to do that, we'll just shoot down all his magic energy balls like apples."
Duque rubbed his forehead. The competitive Queen Sylvie might really do that.
"Alright, I think I know why the boring Windrunner ladies are here." Duque withdrew his gaze.
"Pfft, we've been moldy here for an entire winter for the Alliance." Aurelia put her hands on her waist and said confidently.
Duque waved his hand and immediately used Magician's Hand to bring a stack of letters of complaint.
"Yes, yes, yes. Before the Winter Festival, the goat that George's family used to celebrate disappeared. Later, it was found in the Windrunner's camp."
"…" The two legs on her head forgot to swing.
"My Naga told me that a nimble thief stole a dozen of my merfolk's golden pearls …"
A gust of wind blew. Hmm, why is the spring wind still a little cold?
"Two barrels of dwarven gold wine that King Laing used to celebrate the New Year and sent by Bronzebeard King of Ironforge mysteriously disappeared."
Aurelia looked at the back of a certain future queen who was turning around and trying to escape.
At this moment, a gust of wind blew on Duque's roof, and the two sisters disappeared.
"Cirvanas —" The angry voice of a big sister came from the wind.
Duque scratched his head. "As expected of a Windrunner. She can go wherever she wants."
Of course, Duque didn't really want to settle the score with Cirvanas. He just wanted to tease her a little. Of course, after the incident with Cuel Salas, Aurelia, who had always been noble in front of others as a High Elf, obviously couldn't tolerate her sister's behavior.
A few minutes later, Aurelia brought back the pitiful Queen Sylvanas.
With her ears pulled and tears hanging from the corners of her eyes, Sylvanas bowed with her head lowered was unexpectedly cute.
Duke almost wanted to go over and kiss Queen Sheila.
"Well, Duque, I'll compensate for the loss on behalf of my sister."
For a moment, Duque really wanted to ask Sylvanas to sell herself. That was Cirvanas they were talking about! The unbelievably powerful Sylvanas. Even if she didn't become a Dark Ranger, she was still unbelievably powerful. But that was impossible. First of all, it couldn't pass Duque's own heart. Secondly, the Windrunner family was actually quite rich …
"No, it's just a few hundred thousand gold coins. I don't care. One experiment is gone. "
"Hahaha! That's my good Duque! No wonder I loved you so much! "Aurelia patted Duque's shoulder and spoke like an elder.
But Duque knew that Aurelia was actually feeling guilty. Stealing tributes was definitely a big or small matter.
Of course, Duque knew very well that in front of a great enemy, no human kingdom would fight with the Pharaoh Cuel Salas over such a thing.
Sylvanas stuck out her tongue where Aurelia couldn't see. However, the Windrunner's perception of the outside world didn't just rely on his eyesight. The demon king's hand that was pulling Sylvanas' ear tightened.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch! Sister, I was wrong! "This time, Sylvanas was really terrified.
"Okay! I also know that you've been idle for so long, you need some excitement. "
"We're always ready to fight for the righteous cause of the Alliance." Aurelia was serious, puffing out her chest and sucking in her stomach.
Fight my ass! You're an idiot, okay?
"Now there's a mission that may or may not be dangerous …"
"Me! Me! "The two sisters raised their hands together.
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