Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 151: Forestn’t

As the most basic territory of Stormwind Kingdom for thousands of years, Elwynn Forest has always been a treasure in the eyes of the nobles. Not only does agricultural activities such as logging and farming, raising pigs and sheep allow the people to live a stable life, but it also brings continuous tax revenue to the nobles' territory.

In addition, Elwynn Forest itself has a large amount of high-grade copper mines and other mineral resources, and Elwynn Forest is almost synonymous with having no worries about food and clothing.

If it weren't for the thousands of years during which every inch of the forest had been transferred out by successive kings, no fool would have expended so much effort to develop the barren Redridge Mountains in the east, the dark Duskwood in the south, or the monster-infested western wilderness.

In the meeting room, everyone's first reaction was that Duke was crazy, and they instinctively wanted to veto Duke.

The second reaction was...it seemed to make some sense.

What has become of Elwynn Forest? What does it have to do with them now?

No!

Not at all!

No matter how much they deny, they cannot change the fact that the Elwynn Forest has completely fallen into the hands of those damned greenskins. The once abundant natural resources have all become materials for those greenskins to raise their offspring.

Every noble gnashed his teeth in hatred at the thought of their beautiful mansions and rich territories falling into the hands of those savage beasts.

One of the nobles asked weakly: "Will setting fire to the forest anger the druids?"

Then, a group of nobles looked at the young noble as if he was an idiot. They were in great trouble, so why would they care about a druid who had gone to hell?

The nobles fell silent.

Lothar was honest enough: "What about the orcs' spellcasters called warlocks?"

"I got absolutely accurate information from my master. Gul'dan, the most powerful warlock of the orcs, cannot go to battle in the short term for some reason. The same goes for the Shadow Council. So, as long as you give me a griffin, I will be safe."

Lothar suddenly realized that in the battle with the orcs, the human side was almost completely suppressed, not only because of the individual combat power, but also because of the lack of understanding of the orc warlocks. The Storm Royal Family Mage Corps was defeated in the duel with the Shadow Council, and the Mage Corps was almost dead in name only.

However, in recent days, there has been no attack from orc warlocks. Fortunately, otherwise the only remaining master Mage in the country would have to protect Llane, and with only three archmages, they would not be a match for the Shadow Council.

Lothar nodded to Lion.

Llane stood up and said, "Okay, I approve of this plan. But I have only one request for you, Count Edmund."

"Your Majesty, please speak." Duke stood up and saluted.

"You must come back alive!" Llane said earnestly, "The fact that Stormwind is on the verge of destruction is not your fault alone, Edmund Duke. For a 15-year-old like you, you have done enough and done well. If the kingdom is destined to be destroyed, I will choose to accept it calmly. But in the future, rebuilding Stormwind on the ruins will require the efforts of young people like you."

"Hiss——" It seemed that every noble took a breath of cold air.

If it was anyone else who was to take on this kind of mission, they would at least issue a military order, saying that if they failed to complete the mission, they would die for their country. But now it was Duke's turn, and Llane was so tolerant that he was even willing to bet on the kingdom's early destruction! ?

How much does Llane value Duke?

Such a divine favor was truly unprecedented. Even when Medivh was alive, Llane had never shown such favor to Medivh.

But when I think about it carefully, it seems normal.

Does Duke still have anything to prove today?

The youngest archmage, the richest businessman in the world, the sea king who controls the lifeline of the kingdom, the hero who killed the demon king Sargeras, the man who saved the lives of the queen and the prince, the king's benefactor. If Duke had not been worried about not having enough rewards in the future and had not been stopped by a group of nobles, he would now be a duke with an honorary title.

Even so, everyone in the aristocratic circle knew that Llane had already greeted the only master Mage. As long as the situation stabilized a little, Duke would inherit Medivh's position in the kingdom and become the chief court mage of Stormwind.

Duke's rise was unstoppable. Before Duke returned from Karazhan, no one was sure. Now many nobles have secretly decided that if Duke's plan to stop the orcs for 10 days succeeds, they will completely tie Duke to their family's chariot.

Compared to other nobles, King Llane has a fatal flaw - the royal bloodline is too thin. Not only is he not a direct descendant of Emperor Thoradin, but Llane also has no brothers or sisters. Similarly, the only heir is Prince Varian. The queen did not give birth to more children with Llane.

But it was different from other nobles. Isn't she just a daughter of a noble? As long as she married Duke, even if she lost the territory, her family could still live comfortably. If she could get the territory back in the future, it would be even better.

Unconsciously, the nobles all set their sights on Duke.

Duke didn't know what the nobles were thinking. After thanking Llane for his concern, he prepared to set off.

But after stepping out of Stormwind Fortress, he unexpectedly found a group of old friends waiting for him.

"Teacher Norton, I'm glad to see that you have a good aura."

Yes, it was old man Norton who came, and Daniel and Anya followed him. Duke noticed that these two former magic apprentices were now wearing formal robes of the Royal Mage Corps.

"Huh? You got promoted!?" This time, Duke was really surprised.

Daniel smiled innocently: "Anya once said, 'Either rise in war or perish in war.' I was promoted to a first-class Adept Mage last week. Anya was promoted two months earlier than me and is now a third-class Adept Mage."

Anya, with her freckled face, gave Duke a fairly standard lady's greeting, her expression still a little stiff: "Teacher Norton said that we should be able to help you."

Old man Norton came over and took Duke's hand kindly: "Duke, don't refuse. My old bones are almost falling apart. I have to thank God for surviving this battle. There is no future for the two of them to follow me. I don't want to save my reputation today. If you don't accept them, I will kneel here for everyone to see."

"No, no, no." Duke knew that the old man was serious. Daniel and Anya, who were born in the common people, had already been labeled as Duke's. If he, Duke, didn't want them, these two people would really have nowhere to go.

Duke turned around and faced the two men. "Okay, enough empty talk. You two will follow me from now on. I want to ask you, do you want to be my followers? Or retainers?"

Daniel rubbed his head and asked, "Is there any difference?"

Anya kicked Daniel lightly: "Of course he is a follower."

As for followers, it has nothing to do with nationality, faith, or even ethnicity or race. The only person they are loyal to is Duke, the mage.

This is not the case with retainers. After all, retainers are just direct subordinates of a noble. Even though the nobles of this era have a tongue twister saying that the subordinates of their subordinates are not their own subordinates, which means that the king cannot control the retainers of the nobles. But with the king as the righteousness, if the retainers turn against the nobles, they can still claim to be loyal to the king.

In terms of relationship, followers are closer and more in line with the interests of the two young mages.

Although Duke knew that the two had limited qualifications, he still accepted them as his followers. The establishment of this master-servant relationship was also a perfect ending to their fate of coming out of the North County Monastery together.

"Okay, now I'm going to give you a task..."

After arranging matters in Stormwind City, Duke did not go out that night and had a good sleep.

When Lothar asked him why he was so sure that the orcs would not come tonight, Duke replied: "Because the current Warchief of the Horde is Blackhand."

Lothar was completely puzzled by this.

Duke shook his index finger, looking very satisfied.

This is the benefit of time travelers. Only time travelers can clearly understand how different the styles of using troops are between Blackhand and the next Warchief, Orgrim Doomhammer.

Blackhand was indeed an outstanding orc leader, and his excellence was reflected in his ferocity and personal bravery.

Blackhand, who drank the blood of the devil, has the common weakness of most green-skinned orcs - irritable and not very rational. He has no second thoughts except to fight head-on.

But Orgrim was different. He didn't drink the blood of the demon, which made his mind quite clear. This gave Orgrim a natural advantage in the use of troops, and he was more wise and rational. The same was true of Orgrim in history. As one of the most intelligent orcs, Orgrim once beat the entire Alliance. If he hadn't encountered someone who betrayed his teammates, perhaps the Horde would not have been defeated in the first Dark Portal incident.

Duke's conclusion that the Horde could not send troops tonight was based on his understanding of Blackhand.

At this moment, in the tribal camp.

Blackhand's giant hand, which had become a little carbonized and extremely hard due to the chaotic power of nature, punched Orgrim in the face.

Even though Orgrim had already tensed his muscles and prepared himself for a heavy blow, his resolute face was still severely deformed for a short period of time.

Orgrim's huge body weighing hundreds of pounds was knocked out of the tent by Blackhand's punch.

"You coward!! The Horde doesn't need cowards like you!" Blackhand roared.

"The other side has very powerful spellcasters! Where is Gul'dan when we need spellcaster support the most!? Where are the warlocks of the Shadow Council?" Orgrim roared back unwillingly.

Although orcs are brave and not very rational, they still have rules.

The mysteries remain mysteries, and the warriors remain warriors.

Since ancient times, the shamans in the Horde have been responsible for dealing with the opponent's spellcasters. After the shaman profession withered, it was replaced by the warlock.

The chief was speechless for a moment, then said: "Gul'dan has more important things to do, such as repairing the Dark Portal!"

This is a strong argument, and a good one.

If the Dark Portal is repaired, the Horde will have an endless supply of reinforcements. Although the Horde warriors left in that destroyed world are not the most elite, they are numerous.

Orgrim shook his head and stood up stubbornly: "Blackhand! Tomorrow! Give me another 20,000 elite Blackrock Clan soldiers! If you still can't defeat them, you will see my head."

"Okay!" Blackhand was ready to act recklessly.

Mirror Lake is located in the south of Stormwind City. If you go to Stormwind City from Goldshire, southeast of Stormwind City, you will easily see this huge lake on the left side of the road.

Now, Mirror Lake has also become one of the lifelines of the orc army.

It was the height of summer, and the scorching heat scorched the earth, causing the same discomfort to both the attackers and defenders. When there were no combat missions, most orcs were happy to take shelter under the shade of trees. In order to prevent those damned fishmen and naga who followed human orders from running down the river to the Mirror Lake, the orcs had to mobilize thousands of hard laborers to build a temporary dam, so that this would become the most ideal place for the orc army to get water.

Mingjing Lake is located at the foot of a low mountain. In order to prevent humans from poisoning it, it is only necessary to deploy enough patrol troops near the springs on the mountain.

Moreover, looking from the mountain, you can clearly see everything happening on the outer walls of Stormwind, the human city located at the mouth of the valley.

However, early in the morning of this day, an atmospheric circulation appeared on this small mountain that almost surrounded the entire mountain.

The constantly rotating circulation formed a storm, forming an air wall nearly 100 meters high on the highest peak of the hill. The patrolling orcs tried to pass through this invisible atmospheric wall to see what was going on inside. However, all the orcs who tried to do so were instantly torn apart by the violent wind.

The next moment, in response to the morning light, balls of flames began to spread majestically from the top of the mountain to the vast land along with the rising light of the sun.

At first, every orc thought it was an illusion, but soon, as the hot flames fell on the rough and messy roofs of the Horde's barracks, the fire spread easily.

"Fire! Fire!"

The sleepy orcs just woke up from their sleep and found that almost the entire camp was engulfed in fire.

The orcs were not unprepared for human fire attacks.

Many orc officers ordered the stupid orcs to put out the fire with sand. Some also ordered orcs to rush to Mingjing Lake to fetch water to put out the fire. However, the flames in the sky became more and more dense, and the increasing number of fires made the orcs' efforts to put out the fire useless.

Most of them ran into the open space with their weapons in their hands, not knowing what to do.

"Look at the mountain!" Finally, an orc discovered something wrong on the mountain.

A tall and majestic figure stood at the top of the mountain. Behind him, the cloak fluttering in the wind looked like a flying battle flag, attracting the attention of all the orcs.

The figure bathed in the morning light was extremely dazzling, as if he was the sun shining brightly, as if he was the son of light that dispelled all darkness on earth. Against the backdrop of the morning light, every fine line and every mysterious character on the silver magic circle hanging in the void beside him was stained with a layer of brilliant gold.

Countless fireballs shot out from these magic arrays, drawing red arcs in the sky that symbolized death and destruction, and fell to the earth in an extremely shocking manner.

In just a dozen breaths, the endless flames turned the entire earth into a sea of fire!

Orgrim rushed out of the tent, looked at the mysterious and terrifying figure, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth:

"Edmund Duke!"