Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 254: Me

Seeing the magnificent meeting hall turned into a noisy market by a group of kings, Lothar couldn't help but roll his eyes. In the face of such a major event as the destruction of a country and the demise of a family, no one could remain a gentleman.

Lothar had to comfort Genn: "Don't worry, the Horde can't fly. Even if the Horde can fly, it is impossible for hundreds of thousands of tribesmen to fly from the sky and land in your capital. If that happens, we will all kill ourselves with swords."

When Lothar said this, Duke frowned, and he suddenly realized a serious problem that he had ignored for a long time - the Alliance now has no decent air force at all.

This is not a simple question.

Duke knew exactly where the griffins were, in Aerie Mountain in the Hinterlands, but the problem was that it belonged to the now absolutely neutral Wildhammer dwarves. In the past, without the Horde, those dwarves with heads harder than stone would not even bother with their fellow Bronzebeard dwarves, let alone humans.

This is also the evil consequence left by the "War of Three Hammers" between the three major dwarf races of Bronzebeard, Wildhammer and Dark Iron in Ironforge.

Thinking of this, Duke's temple twitched with pain.

There was no substantial progress in the military meeting. The biggest decision made at the meeting was to strengthen Shadowfang Keep east of the South Coast. This fortress, which belonged to the Gilnean Archmage Arugal, was a good defensive core.

As for the plan to strengthen the entire North and South coasts, it was stranded due to lack of sufficient cement and funds. For this, King Genn almost hated Duke, muttering that Duke had used up all the cement in order to strengthen the defense line of Hillsbrad Foothills.

Lothar patted Duke's shoulder and said, "Don't mind."

Duke could only smile bitterly.

Perhaps, this is the sorrow of the weak. It's not about Duke himself, but about the current alliance. Even though Duke has killed more than 200,000 tribe troops twice, the Horde is still the stronger side in terms of military strength, both in quantity and quality.

Perhaps the gap in quality is narrowing, but the disadvantage in quantity will take at least two more wars to close.

Before that, the alliance will be the passive defensive party.

This becomes a situation that is almost paradoxical.

If they want more forces to join the alliance, they must allow the Horde to enter the northern continent and commit suicide.

If we do this, the current defense line will be wasted.

If the battle line remains unchanged and the Horde is allowed to recuperate in the southern continent, Ironforge will eventually fall. At that time, the North and the South will confront each other and the war will last for a hundred years.

Duke had a headache.

After the military meeting ended without any significant results, Duke returned to Southshore again.

Then he noticed four long white legs hanging from the roof of his house.

It was not the first time Duke had seen long legs hanging down from that spot, but why were there four of them? Could it be that if you planted a pair of long legs in winter, you would get two pairs in spring?

Bah! What the hell is this setting?

"Wow! Storm warning, storm warning! In ten seconds, an updraft will appear here, and a lot of clothes may be blown away." Duke pinched his nose and imitated the crudest mechanical sound.

The one with the thinnest face was Alleria. She did a beautiful pigeon flip and jumped down. On the contrary, Sylvanas on top of her giggled and continued to swing her two white legs without any scruples.

"Hehe, sister, don't believe him. If he really dares to do this, we can just shoot down all his magical energy balls as if they were apples."

Duke rubbed his brows. The competitive Sylvanas might really do this.

"Well, I kind of know why the bored Windrunner ladies are here." Duke looked away.

"Tsk, we've been getting moldy here for the entire winter for the Alliance." Alleria put her hands on her hips, looking righteous.

Duke waved his hands left and right, and suddenly the wizard brought a whole stack of complaint letters.

"Yes, yes, before the Feast of Winter Veil, the sheep that George's family had used to celebrate disappeared and were later found in the Windrunner camp."

"..."The two big white legs above his head forgot to move.

"My Naga told me that a nimble thief stole a dozen golden pearls from my murloc..."

A gust of wind blew. Hmm, why is the spring breeze still a little cold?

"Two barrels of dwarven gin sent by King Bronzebeard of Ironforge to King Llane to celebrate the New Year have mysteriously disappeared."

Alleria cast her gaze towards the back of a future queen who turned around and tried to escape.

As he said this, a gust of wind blew off Duke's roof and the two sisters disappeared.

"Sylvanas--" An angry voice of a big sister came from the wind.

Duke scratched his head and said, "As expected of a Windrunner, you can go wherever you want."

Duke certainly didn't really want to settle accounts with Sylvanas, he just wanted to tease her a little. Of course, after leaving Quel'Thalas, Alleria, who had always set an example of the nobility of the high elves in front of others, obviously couldn't tolerate her sister's unruly behavior.

A few minutes later, Alleria brought the poor Queen back.

Sylvanas, with her ears pulled, tears hanging from the corners of her eyes and her head bowed, unexpectedly had a strong contrast in cuteness.

Duke almost wanted to kiss Sylvanas.

"Uh, Duke, I will compensate my sister for the loss."

For a moment, Duke really wanted to ask Queen Sylvanas to sell herself. That was Sylvanas! Queen Sylvanas was extremely powerful. Even if she didn't become a dark ranger, she was still extremely powerful. But this was impossible. First of all, Duke himself couldn't get over it. Secondly, the Windrunner family was actually quite rich...

"No, it's just a few hundred thousand gold coins, I don't care. It's all gone in one experiment."

"Hahaha! This is my good Duke! You're worthy of my love for you!" Alleria patted Duke's shoulder in the tone of an elder.

Duke knew that Alleria was also feeling weak. Stealing tributes was definitely a big or small matter.

Of course Duke knew very well: with a powerful enemy at hand, no human kingdom would take such a thing seriously with Quel'Thalas, where wizards roamed everywhere.

Sylvanas stuck out her tongue where Alleria couldn't see, but Windrunner's perception of external things was not based solely on vision, and the Great Demon King couldn't help but use a little more strength in the hand that was grabbing Sylvanas' ear.

"It hurts, it hurts! Sister, I know I was wrong!" This time, Sylvanas was really scared.

"Alright! I know you guys need some excitement after being idle for so long."

"We are always ready to fight for the just cause of the Alliance." Alleria said seriously, with her chest puffed out and her stomach in.

"There is a mission that may be safe, but may also be extremely dangerous..."

"Me! Me!" The two sisters raised their hands together.