At the age of 22, Varian was at his most hot-blooded.
He longed to make a name for himself, and to one day become a hero on par with Uncle Andoine, whom he admired the most.
It wasn't that he didn't like Duque, but that Duque was a mage after all, and they weren't on the same path.
Andoine's words were a good wake-up call for Varian.
He humbly lowered his head and bowed to Andoine.
At this moment, Kalia, who had been silent all this while, spoke. Even though she had matured a lot, she still had the unique voice of a young girl. "Duque, is there anything else that Rotterdam can do for the Alliance?"
Duque tapped the table lightly with his left index finger.
If the unrecognizable course of history hadn't changed, then in less than three months, once Archimonde knelt down, the power that the Burning Legion transmitted to Azeroth would immediately weaken. By then, Lich King Ner 'zhul would lose half of his strength. Logically speaking, waiting until then to counterattack was the most ideal.
But doing so was a little too passive.
First of all, this was on the premise that Archimonde had to kneel. If Archimonde was too powerful in this life, and really destroyed Mount Hyjal, settled the Well of Eternity, and destroyed the World Tree. That would really be the end of everyone.
Secondly, the Alliance had preserved more vitality than in history. At least two-thirds of Rotterdam's elite army was preserved, which gave the Alliance more confidence.
There would no longer be the Scarlet Crusade, which was cursed like a dog, and the slightly bitter Silver Dawn, which was praised by tens of thousands of people.
Moreover, Kalia had become the queen. It would be too much of a waste if she was simply placed in the palace as a mascot.
Just as Duque was thinking about it, he suddenly received a new message.
It was a magical image sent by a mage apprentice who had sacrificed himself. In the image, Archimonde's huge body swept across the fragile Rotterdam Continent all the way to the west.
In the lands invaded by the Calamity Army, only all living things died, and everything withered. At least the land was still the land, and the forest was still the forest.
The places that Archimonde passed through were all easily burned by the flames that flowed out of his body.
The ground was sinking, and everything that could be burned was turned into ashes.
Perhaps this was why they were called the Burning Legion and not the Devil Legion.
In his heart, Duque cursed fiercely, "Damn it, since this guy can teleport here, why can't he teleport directly to Kalimdor?!"
Although he was cursing, Duque still asked the officer who had sent the message in detail. The news he got was that Archimonde had already gone to the vicinity of Orson Farm in the Silver Pine Forest in the west of the Lordaeron Continent.
"It is estimated that the gigantic demon will arrive at the South Stream Coast by late tomorrow," the messenger reported.
Duque pondered for a moment and gave his first order. "Tell Dallin to clear the sea route. Don't come into contact with the Archerons."
Turning his head, Duque looked at Queen Kalia, who looked hopeful and eager for a quest. "Please inform Mograine. Have Abbendis and Turalyon push the frontlines back to the Sodoril River, then have Dathrohanhe and Mograine personally lead the attack on Caer Darrow. "
"Kael Daron?" Illucia trembled. She could never forget that place. After all, she had lived in Kael Daron for her entire childhood.
"Unfortunately, Illucia, that place has become the biggest base for the Church of the Damned. The Scourge Army calls it Scholomance. The Dark Dean, Jaydin, has been continuously training Dark Acolytes and Necromancers there. Destroying that place is equivalent to cutting off an important source of manpower for the Scourge Army. "
Andoine snapped his fingers. He seemed a little happy. "Not a bad idea. Also, that place is near the frontlines. But don't they have two Breaking Dawn Great Liches? Shouldn't we … "
Duque shook his head. "You don't know those two Great Liches well enough. Anastrian isn't the kind of guy who is willing to follow orders and be a dog. Kel 'Thuzad doesn't like to fight head-on. Before all his subordinates die, he won't fight. But just in case, I can ask Krasus to help attack Caer Daron. If anything happens, he can still hold on until I teleport over. "
Kalia smiled. "Then I have no problem."
"What about us?" William was a little excited.
"Call Magni. We'll go to the Dalajan and have an armed patrol."
William immediately became dispirited. He wasn't lacking in intelligence. He immediately understood what this meant. Archimonde had roared in the Dalajan and turned the Dalajan into ruins.
It was conceivable that Arthas would evacuate the Dalajan.
Now that the Scourge Army was powerful, attacking Rotterdam would provoke Arthas to retaliate fiercely. Any commander with a clear mind would know that it was impossible to take down the Scourge Army in one go. The best way was to plan slowly.
Hence, attacking the Dalajan was more of a political gesture. Just like a few days ago, Lothar had recovered the Arathi Highlands and Rapidwater Castle, which had almost no organized Undead army. On the surface, it was said that they had recovered a lot of territory, but in reality, it was just a piece of empty land.
Except for the most determined people in Rapidwater Castle, no one would be willing to continue to stay there.
In fact, in the past week, more than 100,000 Gilnis and Stormgardians had responded to Jaina's call and boarded the ship or were preparing to board the ship to go to the paradise in their hearts — Theramore, which was on the other side of the Endless Ocean.
After a long discussion, they finally decided on the missions of each legion.
After the meeting, Lothar found Duque in private, and told him a piece of news that wasn't surprising to Duque. "If we have to go to battle against Archimonde this time, I won't be able to go. I plan to give [Quel 'Zaram] to Turayan. "
"Andoine, your body …"
Lothar smiled bitterly. "I got injured when I was young. I only realized that it was terrible after I was 60 years old. My bones and muscles hurt all the time. " Lothar took off his coat and pointed at the various scars on his body. Duque noticed that several of the scars were left from the battle with Orgrim.
Thinking about how Lothar had once again led the army to battle despite his illness, Duque couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat. "Then …"
"As a warrior, dying on the battlefield is the best ending. However, if I want to weaken the hope of the Alliance and all the intelligent species in the world to win, then I'd rather give up my divine sword and let the stronger younger generation gamble on the future of humanity. I've already decided on this matter, don't try to persuade me. You should know Turayan well. He's a good guy. "
"Indeed."
"I'll leave it to you this time. I hope you can have good news. If you fail, don't worry, I'll be there. Even if I have to carry a broken sword, I'll go and fight Archimonde. "
Lothar was clearly saying those words in a relaxed manner, but Duque could deeply feel that Lothar was full of helplessness and sensed that he was past his prime.
Duque 'chest tightened. Not only did he feel respect for Lothar, but he also felt extremely regretful.
Veterans don't die, they just wither …
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