At the age of 22, Varian is at his most strong. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He longed for a career and for the day when he could be a hero to rival his most admired Uncle Anduin.

It's not that he doesn't like Duke, it's that Duke has always been a mage, not on the same path.

Anduin's words were a good wake-up call for Varian.

He humbly bowed his head and bowed to Anduin.

At this time, Kalia, who had not spoken, spoke, even though she had matured a lot, she still had the voice unique to that soft girl: "Duke, is there anything else Lordaeron can do for the Alliance?"

Duke tapped the table with his left index finger.

If the course of history had not changed beyond recognition, then within three months, Akmund would have fallen to his knees, and the power transmitted by the Burning Legion to Azeroth would have been weakened. At that time, the Lich King Naozu will be deprived of half of his strength. It stands to reason that it would be ideal to wait until then to fight back.

It's just a bit too negative to do so.

First of all, the premise of this is that Akmund has to kneel, in case Akmund in this life is too awesome and really blows up Mount Hyjal, gets the Well of Eternity, and destroys the World Tree. That's really everyone's doomed.

The second is that the alliance has preserved more vitality than in history, at least two-thirds of Lordaeron's elite army has been preserved, which gives the alliance more confidence.

There will be no more Scarlet Crusaders, who are scolded as dogs, and the Silver Dawn, which is a little bitter but praised by millions.

And it would be a waste for Kalia to become the queen if she was simply placed in the palace as a mascot.

Just as Duke was thinking about it, he suddenly received new news.

It was a magical image from a sacrificial mage apprentice: Akmund's massive body swept westward from the fragile continent of Lordaeron.

The land that has been invaded by the Scourge Legion is only the death of all living beings and the withering of all things, at least the earth is still the earth, and the forest is still the forest.

Wherever Akmund passed, it was easily burned by the flames that poured out of his body.

The earth is sinking, and everything that can be burned is reduced to ashes.

Perhaps, that's why they're called the Burning Legion, not the Demon Legion.

In his heart, Duke scolded fiercely: "Damn, since this guy can teleport over, he won't teleport directly to Kalimdor by himself!?"

Scolding and scolding, Duke carefully questioned the officers who had been summoned, and received the news that Akmund had gone to the vicinity of Orson Farm in the Silver Pine Forest in the western part of the Lordaeron continent.

"It is expected that later tomorrow, this huge demon will be able to reach the shores of the South Stream. The herald said.

Duke groaned for a moment and gave the first order: "Inform Dalin, get out of the way, and don't make contact with Akmund." ”

Turning his head, Duke looked at Queen Kalia, who was eager for the task: "Please inform Mograini." Let Abidis and Tulayan re-push the battle line to the area of the Sodoril River, and then let Dasohan and Mograini personally lead the army against Keldaron. ”

"Keldaron?" Illusia shuddered visibly, she would never forget it, after all, she had lived in Keldaron all her childhood.

"It's a pity, Illusia, it's become the biggest stronghold of the Cult of the Damned. The Scourge calls it the Psychic Academy. The Dark Dean Gardin was there to train the Dark Acolytes and Necromancers in an endless stream, and smashing it down was equivalent to cutting off an important source of strength for the Scourge Legion. ”

Anduin snapped his fingers, and he looked a little happy: "Not bad idea." And it happened to be near the front line. But aren't there two great lichs of the Dawn level on the other side......?

Duke shook his head, "You don't know enough about those two great lichs. Anastrian wasn't the kind of guy who would be willing to obey orders and be a dog. Kel'thugad, on the other hand, doesn't like head-to-head duels and won't play until he's dead. But to be on the safe side, I can ask Crassus to help with the attack on Keldaron, and if something happens, I can hold out until I teleport over. ”

Kalia smiled, "Then I'm fine." ”

"What about us?" said Varian, a little excited.

"Call Magni, and let's go on an armed parade to Dalaran. ”

Varian suddenly languished, he was not lacking in wisdom, he immediately understood what it was. Akmund roared at Dalaran, turning Dalaran into ruins.

It is conceivable that Alsace may well evacuate Dalaran.

Now that the Scourge is in full swing, attacking Lordaeron proper, it will provoke Arthas to fight back violently. As long as the commanders with clear minds are clear, they can't eat the Scourges in one bite at this moment, and slowly plotting is the most correct way to do it.

So the counterattack on Dalaran or something, it's more just a political gesture. Just like the other day when Lothar recovered the Arathi Heights and Fort Riptide, which had almost no formed undead legions, it was said that it had recovered a lot of territory, but in fact it was a blank field.

No one but the most determined Riptide Castle would want to stay there any longer.

In fact, over the past week, more than 100,000 Gilneys and Stormgards have responded to Gianna's call to board or prepare to board a ship to their favorite paradise, Theramore, on the other side of the Endless Sea.

After a long day of deliberation, the tasks of each legion were finally decided.

After the meeting, Lothar privately approached Duke and told him a piece of news that was not a surprise to Duke: "If I want to go on an expedition against Akmund this time, I won't be able to go." I'm going to give [Quelzaram] to Tulayan. ”

"Anduin Your Body ......"

Lothar smiled bitterly: "The injury I suffered when I was young, and I didn't realize it until I was sixty years old. My bones and muscles hurt all the time. Lothar took off her coat and went bare-chested, pointing to the various scars on her body, and Duke noticed that several of the scars were from the battle with Orgrim.

Thinking that Lothar was carrying the sick body and going out of the mountain again to lead the army, Duke couldn't help but have a sour nose: "That ......"

"Although as a warrior, dying on the battlefield is the best destination, but if I want to weaken the hope of victory for the Alliance and even the intelligent races around the world, then I would rather give up the Excalibur and let the stronger younger generation gamble on the future of mankind. I have already decided this, don't persuade me. You should also know Tulayan, he's a nice guy. ”

"Definitely. ”

"I'll leave it to you this time. I hope you have good news, and if you fail, don't worry, and me. Even if I had a broken iron sword, I would go to Akmund to fight. ”

Obviously, Lothar said something that seemed to be relaxed, and it was obvious that he was looking at a smiling face freely, and Duke could deeply feel that Lothar was full of helplessness.

Duke's chest tightened, not only in awe, but also in great regret.

Veterans don't die, they just wither......