At the very front of the group was a man and a woman.
The woman was an Elven Ranger, her pride and wildness comparable to the stars in the sky. Her impressive battle record gave her a graceful bearing. Including the dragonriders flying in the sky, she had killed close to four digits, which was enough to make her the archer army of the entire Alliance.
The man was an excessively young Wizard. The star emblem on his left chest told everyone that he was a rare young Morning Star Wizard. However, the most eye-catching thing about him was his composure and carefreeness. It was as if he could annihilate thousands of troops just by talking and laughing merrily. Every single soldier was deeply attracted by his unparalleled demeanor.
Moreover, the brilliance of wisdom in his eyes revealed his commander's temperament without a doubt.
Laing sighed softly, "Lothar did well in Silverpine Forest."
General Seamus replied, "Yes! Commander Lothar was born to be a commander. "
While Duque was busy with the battle of the Arathi Highlands, Lothar had indeed done well there. He made use of the Horde's eagerness to expand their living space, pretending that the defensive line had collapsed. After sacrificing nearly a hundred kilometers of defensive line in the south of Silverpine Forest, he organized all the cavalry to wrap the Orcs in a dumpling. Then, with the help of the FFF's flamethrower unit, they surrounded and killed fifty thousand Orc warriors in one fell swoop.
This completely changed the power ratio between the Alliance and the Horde in Silverpine Forest.
After this battle, the Horde basically lost the ability to break into Tirisfal Woodlands. However, with Grom Hellscream choosing to defend to the death, the Alliance's attack on the Horde's camp felt like a mouse trying to pull a turtle.
It was already a blessing for a country to have a commander.
Who would have thought that the two most dazzling commanders in the entire Alliance were actually from Stormwind?
Even Laing, who had watched Duque's rise step by step, felt a sense of happiness, as if a pie had fallen from the sky and smashed into his stomach just as he was about to starve to death.
After a series of battles, not only were the citizens saved, but Stormwind's elite soldiers were also trained.
Soldiers who had never experienced real battle, no matter how well they were trained, were still rookies who could easily die in battle. Looking at the eight nations of the Alliance, none of them were as fortunate as Stormwind City. With the 50,000 elite soldiers that had been withdrawn from Stormwind City as the backbone, they had successfully trained a total of 120,000 power soldiers through two defensive battles.
This was just a rough figure. In reality, according to Duque's guidance, there were disguised killings of prisoners of war in Stormwind's territory.
It was also not entirely correct to accuse Stormwind of murdering the captives, as it was nominally a gladiatorial competition. However, it was usually ten fully armed militiamen with four weeks of military training against one Orc.
The militia could kill the Beastmen at will, but the Beastmen were not allowed to kill the militia. The death of any militia would result in the beheading of 20 Orc captives.
Stormwind used this method to quickly and effectively train all the adult men.
Although the Church of Holy Light had also complained about such behavior, the Rotterdam Kingdom also had gladiatorial arenas. Killing captives in such a way was really inexcusable.
Moreover, among the hundreds of thousands of refugees in Stormwind, who did not have a blood feud with the Orcs?
If Stormwind was really desperate and did not hesitate to go all out, they could immediately summon 300,000 soldiers. Would the Orcs be afraid of that? Of course, Laing would never send the last man in Stormwind to the battlefield unless it was absolutely necessary. Because it would definitely be a nightmare for the grand plan to restore the country.
Fortunately, King Laing had Duque.
He was the most meticulous commander who would use the smallest price in exchange for the greatest results.
"Duque …" Seeing Duque approach, Laing was the first to get off his horse and open his arms to welcome Duque.
"Uh." Duque was a little flattered. In his and everyone else's impression, only Andoine and Medivh, the king's childhood friends, could receive such treatment from Laing.
Even Duke Bolvar, the heir of the Fordragon Family who had been loyal to the Royal Family for a thousand years, did not have such treatment.
It was obvious that Duke Marcus would be an unshakable name in the core ministers of Stormwind from now on.
"Duque, you've worked hard." Laing's eyes were filled with undisguised … tears.
They were filled with pity, lament, and more than anything else, he was touched.
Everyone knew that once the tribe was defeated, the one who would benefit the most would definitely be Stormwind. It would go from a perished country that existed only on paper to a powerful country that could shake the world.
The people were still there, the army was strong, and the navy was strong. What it lacked was the rich land that it used to have.
Finally, when Laing finished hugging, Duque broke free from the suffocating bear hug.
"No, it's all worth it for Stormwind."
"There's no need to be humble. We all know about your great achievements in the Arathi Highlands." General Seamus flattered Duque bluntly. "Thirty-five thousand Orc soldiers and twelve thousand laborers were killed in battle, and twenty-three thousand were seriously injured. You're really fierce in this battle. "
Duque was a little embarrassed as he rubbed the tip of his nose with his index finger. "No, I didn't do anything. The key was that I found a record of Princess Myzrael from an ancient book in Karazhan. Then, I first broke her shackles, then defeated her, and then imprisoned her … Well, even I feel like I had nothing better to do."
Duque spoke so casually about defeating the fierce attack of hundreds of thousands of Orcs, but it made the people around him feel a sense of respect.
Patting Duque on the shoulder, Laing got straight to the point. "Alright, I'll leave my fifty thousand elites to you. You saved them in the past. Even if I have absolute confidence in you, but I'll say this first: every man in Stormwind will be one less man. I don't want you to lose them by accident."
Duque assured him. "Don't worry. I'll bring fifty thousand people, and at least an additional hundred thousand elites for the Alliance. "
Almost at the same time, in the Hinterlands.
"There, my king! Look! "
Kudran Wildhammer, the king of the Wildhammer dwarves, a dwarf king with a beard that looked like orange flames. As the most famous griffin knight in the Wildhammer tribe, he had the best partner, and that was his griffin, Scarlet.
A dwarf named Farland was pointing in the direction of his hand.
Kudran's sharp eyes caught something. He kicked Scarlet with his heel. His griffin let out a soft neigh in response, tightened its wings, and began to dive down.
Soon, he could vaguely see a large group of things passing through the forest below.
Trolls?
No, definitely not.
Ever since the War of the Three Hammers 230 years ago, the Wildhammer dwarves left Khaz Modan and went north to the Hinterlands to rest and recuperate in the Eagle's Nest Mountain. They had many conflicts with the trolls here.
The Wildhammer dwarves could recognize the trolls even if they were ashes.
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