Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 344: Choices

"Wow, it's actually a formal hereditary title? Then I am also a lord now? Hehehe!" The third sister, Wen Lisha, was the most excited. She took the official document and read it carefully over and over again. After finally confirming it, she was so happy that she turned around several times on the spot.

Lirath accepted it calmly and bowed to Duke.

Sylvanas put her hands on her waist and pouted: "Duke, you are so mean. You only give us some lands that are still under the control of the orcs."

"There's nothing we can do. The Horde's goal is to conquer the entire planet. No one in the Alliance will have an easy time unless the Horde is defeated. The only thing I have in my hands now is Karazhan. How about I give you a few floors?" Duke looked helpless.

"Hmph! I don't even want that gloomy mage tower even if you give it to me." Sylvanas didn't have any bad intentions, she was just complaining.

"If you don't want your territory, just give it back to me." Duke deliberately provoked Sylvanas.

Sylvanas stuck out her tongue and said, "No! If I really give it back to you, won't I have to work for you for nothing for the next few days? No, I want to show off in front of my men." After saying that, this guy ran away like the wind.

"Wait, I'm going too!" Wen Resha was unwilling to be left behind, so she ran too.

Lirath silently saluted Duke again, then walked out of the tower in small steps.

So, only Alleria and Duke were left.

Alleria suddenly realized something, and her face changed color: "Duke, you... didn't you give most of your fiefdom to us sisters?"

Duke smiled and pointed at the map. "No, to be honest, I don't care about fiefdoms at all. In fact, Llane doesn't mind me being a king. It's just that when we are facing a great enemy, any division or establishment of a country is not a good thing."

Alleria nodded.

The power of each country has been weakened badly. If we still establish new countries to divide the manpower and resources of each country, we will be the sinners of mankind and even the entire alliance.

In fact, Duke complained in his heart: The invasion of the Burning Legion is almost a foregone conclusion. Am I going to just establish a country and seek death?

"But my territory can't be that small." Duke pointed to the lower right corner of the map of the southern continent of the Eastern Kingdom, where the Swamp of Sorrows and the recently renamed Cursed Land, the headquarters of the Horde, were marked. "If we can successfully drive the Horde back to their homeland, but fail to destroy the Dark Portal, then this will raise a question: who will guard the Dark Portal?"

In fact, both of them had the answer in their hearts. It must be the Alliance, and most of them were from Stormwind.

"It's either me or Lothar who will guard this place. Considering the strange magical properties of the Dark Portal, I will be the only one in charge. In exchange, Lion will definitely allow me to connect my territory into one."

Duke drew a big circle with his right index finger, adding the Redridge Mountains, the unconquered Swamp of Sorrows, and the northern part of the Cursed Land to the original circle.

Although Duke's territory is larger than many kings in the seven kingdoms of the Alliance, Alleria knows at a glance that this is a tough job. It means that if there is any disturbance in the Horde, Duke will be the one to take the lead.

At this moment, Alleria looked at Duke and felt almost like she was looking at a saint.

"Duke, you are so great..."

"With great power comes great responsibility. For the happiness of our future generations, we have to take on more responsibility." Duke deliberately used Medivh's moral integrity. At this moment, Duke is a saint! Duke is the savior!

For a moment, Duke was almost moved by himself.

But...

"Eh? Wait! Our descendants? You are so good, no wonder you are a hereditary earl. You have never planned to let the title and territory fall into the hands of others."

sweat!

Great Khan!

Waterfall of sweat!

Super sweaty!

So, it is not good for a woman to be too smart. Duke was so generous in the issue of fiefdom, and one very important factor was that he did not want to let others have the money! Who knows, uh, what if he had a child with Alleria, wouldn't the future lord still be named Du?

Now, it's seen through at a glance.

"No, I really didn't think that much! I'm just thinking about your people!"

Sometimes, explanation is cover-up, cover-up is lying, and lying is conspiracy.

"Good you! Do you want to do something to my sisters? You are itching for trouble, right? You haven't even dealt with a big devil like me, and you are thinking so much."

"Wait! Why did the topic stray so far? I really don't have any feelings for your sisters, I swear..."

Then, I didn't know what was going on.

In order to prove his innocence, Duke kissed her directly.

Alleria seemed a little angry at first, but under the passionate kiss, her eyes gradually became blurred, and then, for some reason, it turned into the second round of the hero fighting the devil.

The battle with Alleria was, after all, a private matter.

Next, Duke began to make intensive arrangements.

If I am not mistaken, that major event in history happened recently.

The time has come to July 16th.

On this day, the entire continent of Lordaeron was still in the midst of war, but King Aiden Perenolde of Alterac suddenly convened an emergency meeting, and all Alterac generals and all nobles of earlhood or above had to attend.

"You summon us, Your Majesty?" The speaker was General Hass, the commander-in-chief of the army of Alterac, who stood at the half-open door of the palace hall.

A group of military commanders stood behind the strong General Hass. They looked through the wide-open palace door and saw that all the upper nobles of Alterac had gathered together, led by the most honorable Duke Barov.

Haas frowned slightly. He saw that the nobles had the same doubts as them.

What on earth was the matter that required the summoning of all the nobles and generals?

If it is to apportion military expenses or recruit militia, there is no need to summon all the important personnel in the military and political circles.

The generals and great nobles had a bad feeling for a moment.

"Come in, my generals." King Aiden spoke loudly. One could sense that His Majesty seemed to be trying to calm his voice, but it seemed a little unsuccessful. "I just received a very authoritative report that the main force of the Horde is indeed marching towards us. And the leader is their strongest warchief, Orgrim Doomhammer. They have obviously chosen to cross the mountains north of Alterac to attack the Kingdom of Lordaeron. In this way, they will be able to cross the defense line built by that little brat Duke and approach the capital of Lordaeron directly from the southeast."

Everyone immediately turned their attention to the huge map hanging on the side of the palace, impressively covering the entire wall.

Aiden's voice sounded again: "Now we have two choices. One is to fight against the 50,000-strong Horde main force that is almost invincible in mountain warfare with less than 5,000 troops. The other is..."