Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 345: No other choice

What is the second option?

When the first choice came out, did everyone present realize what the so-called second choice was?

Almost every noble and general's face suddenly turned as pale as death, without any blood.

Rape?

How is this possible! ?

It's not that no one has ever raped someone, the Bloodsail Pirates did it too, but it was later proven that they were blackmailed. Not only did Duke, the deputy commander of the Alliance, testify to this, but the Bloodsail Fleet also sent more than 100,000 orcs to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish, washing away their shame.

Now, his own king actually hinted that Alterac should surrender, or even worse, join the Horde?

How is this possible! ?

General Haas stood up straight, his thick gray beard fluttering with his heavy breathing. "We are part of the Nine Nations of the Alliance. We have sworn to fight against the evil tribes together with the other nations."

"Alliance? What can the Alliance do?" King Aiden waved his arms anxiously. "I sent fifteen urgent letters to Lothar for help. Every time, Lothar told me that 'the Alliance Front in Silverpine Forest cannot withdraw more troops. I hope Alterac will coordinate with Deputy Commander Edmund.'"

When Aiden said this, every general and noble pricked up their ears.

"Well, I asked for help from that kid who didn't even have all the hair on his mouth in the most humble tone. Guess how he dealt with me? Ten thousand Stormwind Kingdom soldiers and ten thousand Lordaeron soldiers? Damn it! They were all farmers three weeks ago, and it will take at least a week for them to arrive in Alterac. Asshole! The main force of the Horde is already under our noses!"

Duke Barov's brows twitched.

General Haas seemed to want to defend Duke: "Your Majesty, you know that the mountain roads in Alterac have always been very bad. From receiving the news to sending reinforcements, Sir Edmund has done his best..."

"Shut up! Haas!" Aiden asked loudly, "It's the brat's job to detect the enemy's movements! If he can't do it, it's dereliction of duty! Where are they now when Alterac needs the Alliance? I tell you, they are not here! Seven days!? Will they come to collect our bodies after seven days?"

Faced with the threat of death, the nobles of Alterac trembled.

"We can hold our ground, thanks to Alterac's terrain."

"Hold on?" The king sneered. His next move made their fear even worse.

With a wave of his hand, a frozen, long-dead orc 'specimen' was pushed in from the side door by the guards in a cart.

Aiden used vivid examples to illustrate what all the noble orcs looked like.

"Oh my god! They're as tall as trolls, but twice as strong!"

"Damn it, look at his muscular build and his sharp fangs, will he eat people?"

When three guards brought in a huge war hammer with great effort and threw it to the ground, crushing the floor tiles with a loud bang, all the nobles turned pale, their eyes bulged out, staring at the cracks spreading on the floor tiles.

The king's voice rang out again.

"See? My vassals! It takes three men to lift their warhammers, but these guys smash our soldiers' shields effortlessly like they're waving children's toys! No one can stop them! Seven days!? What a joke! Seven days is enough for them to kill us all three times! They have destroyed Stormwind City, half of Quel'Thalas, and razed the entire Arathi Highlands. If we don't do something, the next place they will destroy is Alterac!"

One noble trembled and asked, "Is it true that the Stormwind soldiers in our territory can't do anything?"

"When Llane's long-dead Stormwind Kingdom needed help, Alterac gave them food and even gave them refuge on its own land. What did that Llane do to us? For the sake of the Holy Light, they actually reclaimed and settled on the land we lent them for refuge!"

When Aiden said this, the nobles all looked unhappy.

If it was just about rescuing refugees, it would be fine. As long as the food supply was blocked, the people of Stormwind could be forced to be cannon fodder.

Now what?

After rescuing the refugees, they acted like they had taken over the land and refused to leave. They reclaimed fields and built cities, and made their camps stronger than Broken Ridge Castle on the Alterac Mountains. Isn't this the rhythm of rescuing people turning into rescuing bandits, and the owner is being driven out?

"We joined the Alliance in order to gain the power to protect our kingdom in this situation, but now the Horde is right under our noses. Where is our precious Alliance? They have abandoned us. Don't you understand?" He knew his voice was close to hysteria and tried to calm down: "Now is the time for each kingdom to think about itself. I must consider the interests of Alterac first. Other kings would do the same."

King Aiden's words made so much sense that for a moment the generals and nobles were speechless.

Alterac was the smallest of the seven human kingdoms, with no more than 10,000 soldiers. After losing several regiments, there were only 5,000 soldiers and less than 100,000 citizens left in the entire Alterac. It was impossible for it to be a match for the main force of the Horde, which was as fierce as wolves and tigers.

"My generals, my vassals, the situation has changed." Aiden reminded everyone, and he also noticed that he was sweating - almost everyone below noticed this: "We don't have many options. For example, Alterac is no longer a part of the Alliance from now on. Believe me, this path is almost the only option for us. For example, a non-aggression treaty, we will not interfere with their march in the mountains, and they guarantee that the Kingdom of Alterac will be unscathed."

Everyone below was shocked, and a violent commotion spread rapidly.

Most of the generals looked disgusted, angry or sad, while the nobles had mixed expressions.

"Your Majesty! You are forcing us to become slaves of those cruel, bloodthirsty beasts who only know how to massacre the city."

"Sign a contract with those beasts? Your Majesty, are you sure they won't get hungry and eat us first?"

Aiden was keenly aware of the change in his vassal's thinking.

"I am fortunate that the Horde's Warchief, Orgrim Doomhammer, is a great leader who speaks the Common Tongue and is extremely wise. I have obtained his promise not to attack us in exchange for us not blocking their path forward. Please note that we have no choice. Everyone, please sign the following contract agreeing to our next actions, and let us, the people of Alterac, face our own destiny together."