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- Luo Ning is still too young.
In other words, Ronin, the youngest member of the Kirin Tor Council in history, is still too immature, too simple, and too superficial as a politician.
Will the return of Varian, Don and Jaina make this war disappear?
How can it be so simple!
Any qualified politician who has been wallowing in the dirty quagmire of politics for several years will probably not have such naive ideas.
Ultimately, the war between the Horde and the Alliance is still a struggle for living space between the two major military groups. It is the inevitable result of the constant friction, confrontation and even struggle and hostility that have slowly accumulated over the past ten years since the establishment of these two behemoths.
Resources, land, wealth, voice On these issues related to the survival and continuation of the race, even the hatred between races must give way, not to mention the personal honor, disgrace and destiny of a few people.
Even if these people are so-called leaders
It is true that Old Tang and others have a high status and relatively wide influence among the alliance tribes, but it is of no use.
The disappearances of Varian, Goode, and Jaina were not so much the trigger for the war between the two major military groups, but rather the excuse and fig leaf pulled out by the Alliance and the Horde for this war that was already destined to break out. .
And at this point, the Black Dragon brothers and sisters, who have lived for who knows how long, will undoubtedly see much more clearly and be much more skillful
"There's news from Theramore? Have you reconnected with Jaina Proudmoore and Gudur's Grimtotem?"
In the windy and turbulent endless sea, a huge joint fleet is advancing at high speed through the wind and waves. On a Stormwind Kingdom battleship not far from the fleet flagship, Countess Katrana Presto held a goblet and stared at the man sitting opposite. He asked nonchalantly:
"so what?"
"At this point in the war, both sides have already become angry. Especially the previous raid by the tribe brought us heavy casualties - Hillsbrad Farm fell and Nanhai Town was besieged for more than a month. Thousands of civilians and soldiers died"
An imperceptible sparkle flashed through her charming eyes. The Countess took a sip of the red wine in her glass with an indifferent expression, and continued calmly:
"At this time, if we look into the kidnapping of His Majesty the King, what is the significance of whether the tribe was involved or not?"
The countess¡¯s words made Bolvar Fordragon silent. After a long time, he nodded slowly, acquiescing to Countess Katlana¡¯s words.
"However, Katrana. According to the Aegwynn attendant, Ms. Jaina and the tauren warlord seem to have obtained an important piece of information. They hope that the tribal alliance can temporarily truce and let the leaders of both sides sit down and talk for the time being." But after hesitating for a moment, the Archon of Stormwind City added:
"It seems that their intelligence is very important, and they are at least very confident in mediating this war."
Bolvar¡¯s words caused the countess¡¯ movements to stagnate slightly, and then she returned to her calm and calm appearance in an instant.
"Mediation?"
"How ridiculous!"
Suppressing the unpleasant feeling that gradually emerged in her heart, Katrana Presto took another sip of red wine to cover up her previously undetectable gaffe. Then he sarcastically said calmly:
"Are they a little too confident? I don't think they have that kind of prestige and ability!"
Gently rubbing the faint scar on her neck that was covered by a black silk scarf, a burly and fierce figure appeared in her mind, causing a cold light to flash in the countess's eyes.
"Stop talking about that, Bolvar." But in a blink of an eye, Countess Katlana put on another gentle and concerned face, and easily changed the topic: "You and His Majesty the King are still having trouble?"
Standing up and strolling behind Duke Bolvar, the countess stretched out a pair of slender white hands and gently placed them on the paladin's shoulders. While slowly squeezing them, she comforted her in a soft tone: "Varian is the king after all. As a consul, you should not disobey him too much. It will only make things worse."
An imperceptible light flowed from the countess's delicate and slender fingers to Bolvar's body, but the latter did not notice it at all. After hearing the Countess's consolation, Duke Beauval not only did not become calm, but instead spoke out in an uncharacteristically rude manner:
"Disobedient? Look what he does every day!" The Archon of Stormwind City seemed irritable and irritable. "He spends his days drinking and drinking, but turns a blind eye to the mountains of military affairs and political affairs!"
"He was absent from such an important occasion as the Seven-Nation Summit because he was out hunting; while the people at home were angry about the tax increase, he was busy holding banquets and singing and dancing; even when he went on an expedition on the ship, he was not concerned about the frontline. Jun Qing ignored him, and instead hid in his room and drank all day long, until he was extremely drunk! "
Full of dissatisfaction suddenly broke out, Bolvar's emotions seemed to have suddenly found an outlet, and he criticized Varian Wrynn's ridiculous behavior behind his back.
"Ever since he was kidnapped, Varian seems to have changed into a different person, so strange that it's hard to believe! As a king, even Anduin is now ten or a hundred times more qualified than him"
Standing in the blind spot behind Bolvar, listening to the complaints of the Archon of Stormwind City, Countess Katrana Presto had a satisfied and proud sneer on her lips.
A few unknown dark magics have made the two most powerful men in Stormwind City at odds with each other. They can no longer unite and support each other as they used to For the incarnation of Countess Katlana Prestor, there is something secretly lurking For Onyxia, the black dragon princess who masterminded a series of conspiracies in Stormwind City, there is no better situation than this.
While rubbing Bolvar's shoulders, she listened to the man's endless complaints and scoldings. The countess, who knew how to please people, acted as a good listener until Duke Bolvar's mood gradually calmed down. A woman with long black hair and charming eyes smiled casually and said:
"You are also very optimistic about the future of His Royal Highness Prince Anduin, right?" Another black magic aura flowed from the countess's fingertips to Bolvar's body, but the power of the Holy Light contained in the body of the Archon showed no response. The countess leaned slightly and whispered in Duke Bolvar's ear: "Maybe we should let our future king see a real battlefield?"
"Bovar. Maybe we can train our prince to be an excellent king. Instead of letting him grow up to be as decadent and exaggerated as his father is now"
Bolvar Fordagon¡¯s originally dull face suddenly showed a trace of struggle under the influence of the magical aura. Countess Katrana let out an inaudible cold snort, and used her hands to cast several obscure spells. At the same time, she once again whispered seductively into the Paladin's ears:
"There is no need to worry about the safety of His Highness the Prince."
Looking at Bolvar Fordragon, whose expression gradually relaxed, the countess¡¯s eyes shone with unabashed brilliance this time:
"I will stay with Prince Anduin"
"Personally guarantee his 'safety'!"
Against the backdrop of the flickering candlelight in the cabin, Bolvar Fordgen, who looked absent-minded, nodded slightly.
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Nanhai Town, port area.
It was past midnight and the sky was pitch black. The increasingly violent rain seemed to predict the coming storm.
Suddenly, a blinding light pierced the clouds. The fangs of lightning pierced the hills east of Nanhai Town. At that moment, the light was as bright as day. All the exhausted defenders on the city wall saw a nightmare-like scene outside the city:
The ground was crowded with green figures, some stocky and some tall. The orc sergeants were fully armed and holding high tower shields made of fine iron, slowly approaching Nanhai Town with unstoppable momentum.
The orc warriors of the Thunder King clan surrounded the city walls of the port area watertight. The alliance soldiers in Nanhai Town faced a sea full of murderous intent and hostility.
Thousands of tribal warriors kept pouring across the trenches on the beach, wave after wave passing through the only opening that was filled with sandbags by the hard workers. Then the green wave suddenly accelerated, like the raging waves of the endless sea hitting the not-so-high city wall of Nanhai Town.
Lightning flashes across the sea. The heavy rain fell mercilessly.
And the dense rain of arrows like heavy rain also aimed at the city wall, although most of them were blocked by strong battlements and shields. But there are still a few that hit the target accurately.
Not far away, King Saurfang stood with a battle ax on his back and arms folded, quietly watching the battle in front of him, with no intention of taking action himself. King Saurfang, who was experienced in battle formations, was more interested in the strange reactions of the defenders than in capturing this small area of ??the city, which was not too difficult.
The attack on the port area of ??Nanhai Town has been launched, but the defenders did not respond at all, nor did they fire a single arrow in return.
Dazzling lightning tore through the darkness under the rain again and again. The attacking troops stopped. In front of them was the high wall of silence in Nanhai Town. The tribal soldiers who came like a tidal wave did not say a word, the sound of a series of weapons hitting was deafening.
And a whole group of Darkspear Troll Javeliners and another group of Blood Elf Rangers were throwing javelins and shooting arrows at any moving target in the fortifications, acting as long-range suppression.
The piercing horn sounded, and then the battle roar of the orcs sounded again with the blessing of the shaman's bloodthirsty technique. Hundreds of orc warriors jumped onto the ladders that had been set up, wielding axes and warhammers and quickly rushed towards the city wall. Climb.
Behind them, more orc warriors charged forward with full of fighting spirit. Some were trudging on the muddy tidal flats, while others were crowded at the intersections and plank roads leading to the port area. The tallest and strongest orc sergeants were all Crowded there, a small number of burly and powerful tauren warriors were also assigned there. Under the light of lightning, the emblem with the bloody dragon head of the Dragon Wrestling Legion on each helmet and shield looked very dazzling.
When the first orc warrior to climb the city wall raised the battle flag high, the defenders' response finally appeared.
A dense rain of arrows, boulders, thick beams removed from houses, and boiling oil suddenly fell from the city wall. This sudden and ferocious counterattack caused heavy casualties to the siege troops. The first wave of the Horde's attack was quickly repulsed, but soon after another wave of orc warriors gathered to attack again.
So again and again, the tribal warriors who attacked the city took a few more inches of land each time, but were soon defeated by the alliance soldiers who desperately resisted and regained their position.
King Saurfang frowned slightly as he looked at the anxious battle situation, and gestured neatly to the messenger on the side.
When the horn sounded again, a group of tauren warriors with helmets and armor rushed out. They held up their giant shields like roofs to block the attacks from above the city wall. Under the protection of the layers of shields, there were two A battering ram improvised from the trunk of a large tree. A group of taciturn Forsaken archers appeared behind the team, silently inspiring their crossbows to suppress the defenders on the city wall.
The tauren troops guarding the battering ram rushed to the door. Under the waving of many pairs of strong arms, the battering ram crashed into the city gate again and again. If anyone was injured by the boulders dropped by the defenders, support was immediately provided. Time and time again, the huge battering ram hit the city gate hard.
The gate of Nanhai Town, which was not even strong at first, has begun to show small cracks and has begun to bend under the impact of the battering ram. The city's defenders had nearly exhausted their fuel supplies and began pouring boiling water instead. But this doesn't seem to stop the tribe's determination to take over the port area.
The Alliance defenders on the city wall have been forced back to the edge of the city wall by the endless orc warriors and can only struggle to hold on.
In just half an hour, the Nanhai garrison, which was at an absolute numerical disadvantage, was already on the verge of collapse!
It seems that in just ten minutes, maybe twenty minutes, the port area of ??Nanhai Town will fall under the control of the tribe. If Nanhai Town had not been left to attract reinforcements from the Alliance, it would not be difficult to bring down the entire city in one fell swoop.
pity¡¡
Thinking of this, King Saurfang, who was originally satisfied with the progress of the offensive, suddenly became less interested.
Everything seemed to be going smoothly, but soon a skeletal war horse galloped over, and the news brought by the death knight Ask*Fallen, who acted as the liaison officer, made Saurfang frown successfully.
"Are you saying that the highland knights of Arathi broke through General Krakuk's blockade? Krakuk was seriously injured and has led his team back to Tarren Mir?" He tightened his pale beard on his chin and raised his eyebrows. With a gloomy face, he asked doubtfully: "That little kid Garin Trollbane still has this ability?"
"There was someone else who took action." In front of a battlefield veteran like King Saurfang, the Fallen Asker, who was always respectful only in front of Her Majesty the Queen, rarely maintained a respectful posture: "We didn't expect that before. 'Ashbringer' Mograine also appeared among the Highland Knights."
"Chief Thrall hopes that you will end the fighting here as soon as possible and lead your team back to intercept the alliance reinforcements from Arathi."
"Alexandro Mograine?" Saurfang said thoughtfully, gently stroking the strange-shaped battle ax that he held in his hand from his back, always exuding the power of nature. Smiling slightly, he murmured:
"We are old rivals~" (To be continued)
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