Varian had a good father, he was born noble, and there were so many legends around him. This is both fortunate and unfortunate.

Because, under the aura of those legends, everything he did seemed bleak.

Kill the evil god Haka - Even if Haka is almost the lowest in the Divine Domain, Haka is still a god. If in the previous 2,800 years of peace, this great feat could have been boasted for dozens of lifetimes, and would have been praised by countless bards for thousands of generations.

Unfortunately, Varian's exploits were completely overshadowed by Duke.

Because at the same time, there were also Ragnaros's doppelganger, the demigod dragon Nefarion, the demigod lich Kel'thugad, and the true ancient evil god Cthun.

This is a shared glory, and it is also the sorrow of the same era as many great people, because in the history books, it will only be recorded that Duke Marcus, the strongest man in the Alliance, led a group of strong men to complete this great kill.

Perhaps, historians and the upper nobility will remember the names of each participant, but unfortunately the common people will remember only the first few names - Duke, Saar, Magni......

If you are a mediocre person, under this kind of blow, you may be depressed and mediocre for the rest of your life.

Varian is not, he is eager to prove himself.

Desired, but not extreme.

Fortunately, Duke was a generation older than him, and he did not directly assign him any rules and regulations, and forcibly stuffed him with unwanted jobs and training, otherwise in his youth, it was likely that in his youth it would have been distorted and degraded by the excessive paranoia of Alsace.

At this moment, Varian's eyes were full of enthusiasm for his work.

"Brower, I need a known map of the Outlands, as well as reports of all the generals sent to the Outlands. ”

Varian had expected to wait for a colorful map, but he didn't expect Brower to bring the great star sorcerer Solan Liane.

Solan Lian came over, opened her hands, and suddenly a three-dimensional map appeared in mid-air. The elf's characteristic slender fingers nimbly flipped over the ground, marking the three-dimensional maps marked with different colors in different colors.

Solan Lian's clear throat opened:

"The Outlands, formerly known as the planet Draenor. 17 years ago, because the owner of Marcus threw the third-generation tribal chief Naozu out of Karazan. At the same time, a large explosion was triggered, as the core of the explosion was located in Draenor. The result is that the whole of Draenor becomes fragmented. ”

"The Outlands are now divided into seven regions, namely the [Hellfire Peninsula] in the east, the [Void Storm] in the northeast, the [Blade's Edge Mountain] in the northwest, the [Zangar Swamp] in the west, the [Nagrand] in the southwest, the [Terokkar Forest] in the south, and the [Shadowmoon Valley] in the southeast, where Illidan's main force is located. ”

"The Dark Gate is in a very stable state right now, and the gate in the direction of Draeno is located at the easternmost point of the Eastern Hellfire Peninsula. The first Outland expeditionary force sent out that year established a fortified outpost in the easterner part of the Hellfire Peninsula. Recently, Master Marcus upgraded it to a more sturdy first-class castle [Fort of Glory], with Lord Danas Tolbairn as the supreme commander. ”

"Here it is. Solan Lian pointed a finger, and the three-dimensional image of the Void Storm in the northeast corner suddenly raised: "The Blood Elf Division led by Prince Kael'thas is supporting the Draenei to defend the Storm Fortress. According to the intelligence, because of the activation of a huge mechanical guard [Ethereal Mecha] with a height of more than ten floors, it was able to withstand the siege of tens of thousands of evil orcs with a small number of troops. ”

Speaking of this, Solan Lian stopped: "Is there anything you want to ask?"

Varian frowned: "In seven years, the alliance has only expanded such a small area of control in the outer regions?"

"It's very difficult to resupply. On the Hellfire Peninsula, there is almost no grass. The vast reddish-brown plains were full of mutated creatures, and in areas that were not protected by the Holy Light Magic Array, the advance army did not even dare to drink unfiltered water at will. Fortunately, when it came, it brought enough supplies for 30,000 people for two years at a time. relied on measures such as material restrictions to survive the years of missing contact. ”

Solanlian pointed to the middle of the Hellfire Peninsula again: "There is an evil orc fortress [Hellfire Fortress] that has been polluted by evil energy and lost their minds, according to incomplete statistics, more than 200,000 evil orcs have gathered here, and its real leader is the abyssal lord of the Burning Legion, Mathridon. Not only him, but there is also a humanoid super-giant mechanical creation [Magic Mecha] on the plain that is incomprehensible to our current civilization. It is estimated to be nearly twenty stories tall. ”

Looking at the shape and data of the magic mecha projected by Solan Lian, Varian's brows tightened even tighter, becoming a narrow 'Chuan' character.

Browl couldn't help but sigh: "Except for the dwarven cannon, I guess there is nothing that can kill this thing." ”

Varian: "Isn't this going to attack Glory?"

"It roams in fixed areas, attacking all creatures in its sight. This area is right between the Dark Gate and the Glory Castle, and it is causing a lot of trouble for our supplies. At least 60% of the horses are lost for each resupply. ”

"Horses?"

"Because of the lack of water in this place, coupled with the long-term ravages of magical mechs, the soil is very bad, and the dwarven steam tanks often get stuck and cannot move. So we used the most primitive horses for transportation, and the horses were also depleted because of the lack of necessary water and forage. ”

Varian is not a king who has never fought and can only command blindly. Trained at Stormwind's most orthodox military academy, a slave gladiator, and a man who personally commanded the war against Zulghrab's Troll Empire, Varian is far better than he was at the same time in history.

As soon as he heard it, he understood why he couldn't move forward.

If you want to kill a strong enemy, you must have a strong military force or a single combat effectiveness beyond the mortal world, if the alliance strong group can't leave, you can only pile up military strength, but the supply is bad, from the dark gate to the glory castle more than 200 kilometers away, it's just fatal.

Varian didn't think that a hungry soldier could defeat an army of vicious orcs.

"Whew! I understand the general situation. Varian let out a long breath, "When the other kings come, I'll discuss this with them......"

Just then, the door suddenly opened, and Duke entered with a presence that Varian was still surprised by.

Looking at the other party's pair of cicada wings and sharp four claws, Varian was a little confused: "Uncle Duke, she's ...... Sartura?"

This female insect man, who exudes the aura of a strong man and wears purple long-sleeved clothes and pants, speaks an awkward lingua franca: "I...... Be...... Shatura. ”