It was a sense of despair that seemed to be falling. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In moments like these, every minute and every second is the key to saving lives. Who would have thought that Duke, who is the key player, would actually get drunk at such a time!?

Quel'Salas?

Even with General Simos, who rushed over, all the Alliance generals were a little confused.

Just drove the tribe out of Hinterland, making the home of the Hammer Dwarves safe. That's what happened to Quel'Salas?

Duke didn't tell too many people about his "divine prejudgment." In the imagination of the generals of Windsor and Simos, the Horde might turn back to Hillsbrad, or go straight to the royal city of Lordaeron, or go north to recruit the filthy trolls into the Horde and then seek an opportunity.

No one expected that the tribe's 'partial division' would actually leave the holy city of Stratholme, not far to the northwest, and planned to attack Quel'Salas straight north.

General Simos shook his head vigorously to dispel the drunkenness in his head: "Lady Aurelia, are you sure the main force of this tribe is going to Quel'Thalas?"

"God, I've seen with my own eyes, it's just a small handful of orcs and trolls left here. The rest of the people had turned north, and at least fifty thousand orcs and trolls had passed through the forests of Hinterland, and they were climbing the mountains and continuing to the northern plains. Aurelia looked at the faces of the Alliance generals with nervous and painful eyes, "You don't know any of this, didn't Duke tell you his prediction?"

For a while, the Alliance, no, to be precise, these generals from the Stormwind Kingdom all had a bit of a strange face.

General Seamus, the head of the Griffin Legion and the deputy commander of the Alliance Army on the Eagle's Nest Mountain, touched his chin and beard: "First of all, the first question, since Master Marcus told you about his prediction, you left the alliance in advance and returned to Quel'Thalas to warn. As far as I know, Quel'Thalas can fight the trolls for thousands of years, and his combat power is not so strong that even 50,000 orcs can't stop him, right?"

Aurelia's face turned white for a moment.

She couldn't help but think back to what had happened to her in Silvermoon City.

That day happened to be the day when the king met with the Silvermoon Council.

Aurelia went straight in.

It stands to reason that she is just a ranger general, and she is not allowed to enter without being summoned. But her roar silenced the doorkeeper.

"A coalition of nearly 100,000 orcs and trolls is on their way to Quel'Thalas, and you told me to wait outside the door?" she overwhelmed the doorman with her fame and pretense.

Guarded by four royal guards, Aurelia broke into the council.

The decoration in the Silver Moon Council Chamber was beautiful, with tall white jade columns and walls alternating between gorgeous gold and warm flame red. Every furnishing and curtain here is a priceless piece of art. Any one that flows out of the human world will lead to the crazy robbery of all the nobles and the auction of unimaginably sky-high prices.

Aurelia had no intention of appreciating it.

She completely ignored the huge red kite-shaped shields of the four guards around her, the long, double-ended arc-bladed knives in their hands, and she didn't have the heart to watch how the members of the Silvermoon Council, one of the High Elf rulers, reacted.

A number of High Elf rulers stood up from their chairs, surprised by her intrusion.

From beginning to end, Aurelia's attention is focused on only one person, Anastrian* Sunstrider, the King of the High Elves.

"What's going on?" Anastrian asked his chief guard.

The head guard had embarrassment on his face, and he could only grit his teeth and shake his head.

The High Elf King was old, even as an elf, his long hair turned white, and his skin was like parchment, like a dry log.

He was already weak, but his blue eyes still showed a hint of majesty, and his voice was equally majestic. Aurelia instinctively wanted to back down from his rage, and then remembered why she was here.

She straightened her back.

"I'm Aurelia Windranger. She proclaimed loudly, though she knew that most of the council members recognized her: "I have supported the heirs of Emperor Soladin by royal decree of His Majesty the Sunstrider, and have fought side by side with the humans in the Hillsbrad Hills, in the Arathi Heights. And then I'll come back here with a very serious message. ”

Aurelia tried her best to attract the attention of the councillors in the most serious tone.

Unfortunately, she still frowned, because she felt the nonchalant attitude of the councillor. She could only bite the bullet and say, "The tribe that humans warned us about is real and incomparably powerful. Most of them are sturdy orcs who are eight feet tall and weigh more than four hundred pounds, but there are still a few other creatures, such as forest trolls. ”

Aurelia's words finally elicited some reactions, mixed with gasps and whispered curses.

Anger is taken for granted.

The arrogant High Elves probably didn't know what an orc was, in fact, even Aurelia herself didn't know before the Battle of Southsea Town.

It doesn't matter, it's important that every member of parliament here knows what a troll is. Many of them, including His Majesty Anastrian, had fought in the centuries-old Troll War four thousand years ago.

But the troll card seems to be a bit counterproductive.

"You said the trolls took refuge with that tribe?" one of the high lords laughed loudly, "That's great, let those trolls follow this tribe you mentioned to fight the humans, I hope they get away." Maybe humanity will help us kill them all. ”

"Hahahaha!" the sound of wanton laughter echoed throughout the council chamber. Many elven councillors laughed and clapped their hands in agreement.

"You don't understand what kind of catastrophe is happening on the continent at this moment!" Aurelia roared angrily, recalling Duke's reasoning, and said directly, "Horde is not a distant issue that we can ignore and laugh at! Their Great Chief has personally led at least fifty thousand elite orcs to the north of Hinterland, five hundred kilometers away. They are planning to conquer the entire world of Azeroth, including us here at Quel'Thalas, not to mention that the orcs have a pact with Zujin. They're coming! within a week!"

Aurelia slapped the round table of the council, and the loud "bang" finally made the members of parliament lose the look of ridicule from their faces.

"Then let them come!" another elven mage lord of Darkhan scoffed, "No one can survive the rune stones that pass through the forest." ”

"But the Warlocks of the Horde ......"

"That's enough! Aurelia Windranger!" Anastrian slapped the table violently, "The runestones are still there! If the enemies you spoke of existed, they were still hundreds of kilometers away. We can't just speculate for you and send the people into a panic. I promise to keep an eye on this, but you're - get me out now!" (To be continued.) )