It was a sense of despair, as if the sky was falling.
At a time like this, every minute and second was crucial to their survival. Who would have thought that Duque, who was the key, would actually die from drunkenness at this time?!
Cuel Salas?
Even General Seamus, who had just rushed over, was a little confused.
They had just driven the Horde out of the Hinterlands and made the Wildhammer Dwarves' homeland safe. Did they just say that something had happened to Cuel Salas?
Duque did not tell too many people about his' Divine Foresight '. In the imaginations of generals like Windsor and Seamus, perhaps the Horde would turn back to Hillsbrad? Or go directly to Lordaeron? Or go to the north and recruit those dirty trolls into the Horde, then look for opportunities.
No one had thought that this' side division 'of the Horde would give up on the Holy City of Stratholme, which was not far to the northwest, and plan to go straight north to attack Cuel Salas.
General Seamus shook his head hard, trying to get rid of the drunkenness in his brain. "Lady Aurelia, are you sure that the main force of the Horde is going to Cuel Salas?"
"My God, I confirmed it with my own eyes. Only a small number of orcs and trolls stayed here. The rest have all turned north. At least 50,000 orcs and trolls have passed through the Hinterlands Forest. They are crossing the mountains and continuing to the Northern Plains. " Aurelia looked at the faces of the Alliance generals with a nervous and pained expression. "You still don't know this? Didn't Duque tell you about his foresight? "
For a moment, the Alliance, no, to be precise, the generals from Stormwind all had strange expressions on their faces.
General Seamus, the commander of the Gryphon Legion and the deputy commander-in-chief of the Alliance who was going to Eagle Nest Mountain, stroked his beard. "First question. Since Lord Marcus told you about his foresight, and you left the Alliance early to warn Cuel Salas. Why didn't Cuel Salas fight himself? As far as I know, Cuel Salas could fight the trolls for thousands of years. It shouldn't be that he can't even stop 50,000 orcs, right? "
Aurelia's face instantly turned pale.
She simply did not want to recall what had happened to her in Silvermoon City.
That day happened to be the day of the meeting between the king and the Silvermoon Council.
Aurelia barged in.
Logically speaking, as a mere Ranger General, she was not allowed to enter without being summoned. But her roar silenced the guard at the gate.
"Nearly a hundred thousand Orcs and Trolls are on their way to Cuel Salas, and you want me to wait outside the door?" She used her reputation and aura to overwhelm the guard.
Under the 'protection' of four royal guards, Aurelia barged into the meeting room.
The decorations in the Silvermoon Council Hall were very beautiful. Between the gorgeous gold and the warm fiery red, there were tall white jade pillars and walls. Every decoration and curtain here was a priceless work of art. If any one of them leaked out to the human world, it would cause all the nobles to fight over it, and it would be auctioned off at an unimaginable price.
Aurelia was not in the mood to appreciate it.
She completely ignored the huge red kite shields of the four guards beside her, ignored the long double-headed scimitars in their hands, and did not have the mood to see how the Silvermoon Council, one of the rulers of the High Elves, reacted.
Many of the rulers of the High Elves stood up from their chairs, surprised by her intrusion.
From beginning to end, Aurelia's attention was only focused on one person: Anastrian Sunstrider, the king of the High Elves.
"What's going on?" Anastrian asked his chief guard.
The chief guard looked embarrassed. He could only grit his teeth and shake his head.
The High Elf King was already old, very old even for an elf. His long hair had turned white, and his skin was like parchment, like a piece of withered wood.
He already looked very weak, but his blue eyes still revealed a trace of majesty, and his voice was also full of majesty. Aurelia instinctively wanted to retreat under his anger, but then she remembered why she was here.
She straightened her back.
"I am Aurelia Windrunner," she announced loudly, even though she knew that most of the council members recognized her. She announced loudly, even though she knew that most of the council members recognized her. "I followed the orders of His Majesty the Sunstrider and supported the son of Emperor Saladin. I fought alongside the humans in the Hillsbrad Hills and the Arathi Highlands in many battles. Then I came back here with a very serious message. "
Aurelia tried to use the most serious tone to attract the attention of the council members.
Unfortunately, she still frowned because she felt that the council members did not care. She could only bite the bullet and continue, "The tribe that the humans warned us about is real and extremely powerful. Most of them are strong orcs that are eight feet tall and weigh more than 400 pounds, but there are some other creatures, such as the forest trolls. "
Aurelia's words finally caused some reaction, mixed with gasps and curses.
Anger was natural.
Perhaps no one among the arrogant High Elves knew what the orcs were. In fact, even Aurelia did not know before the battle in Southshore.
That was not important. What was important was that every council member present knew what the trolls were. Many of them, including His Majesty Anastrian, had participated in the Troll War that lasted for hundreds of years four thousand years ago.
However, the troll card seemed to have the opposite effect.
"You said that the trolls have joined that tribe?" A great lord laughed loudly, "That's great. Let the trolls follow this tribe you mentioned to fight the humans. I hope they will go far away. Maybe the humans will help us kill them all. "
"Hahahaha!" Wanton laughter echoed in the council hall. Many of the elven council members laughed and clapped in agreement.
"You don't understand what kind of disaster is happening on the continent at this moment!" Aurelia roared angrily. She recalled Duque's deduction and said directly, "The tribe is not a distant problem that we can ignore and laugh at! Their chief has personally led at least 50,000 elite orcs to the north of the Hinterlands, 500 kilometers away. They are planning to conquer the entire World of Azeroth! That includes us here in Cuel Salas! Moreover, the orcs have an agreement with the Ancestral Gold. They will come! Within a week! "
Aurelia slammed the round table of the council. The violent bangs finally made the council members stop laughing.
"Then let them come!" Another elven mage lord from Darkhan mocked. "No one can survive after passing through the forest's runestones."
"But the warlocks of the tribe …"
"Enough! Aurelia Windrunner! "Anastrian slammed the table hard." The runestones are still there! If the enemies you speak of really exist, they are still hundreds of kilometers away. We cannot let your people fall into panic just because of your deduction. I promise to pay attention to this matter, but you — get out now! "
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