At some point, a group of bards entered the makeshift ballroom, where they sat at the entrance, cheerful ditties playing from their accordions and some unknown instruments.

The banquet hall was full of people, and the councillors at the long table began to talk casually with the people around them, and the hearty laughter and the occasional coquettish laughter of the maids kept ringing.

Mabrai, who sat next to Locke, plunged a huge yellow bear's paw into his plate. The gray-bearded Mabrai grabbed the bear's paw on the plate directly with his hands, and like an ordinary warrior, he chewed the flesh of the bear's paw. The yellow resinous oil and water flowed down Marbre's beard onto the clothes on his chest, and he wiped it casually with a napkin, as if sensing Locke's gaze, and he turned his head to look at Locke with a smile.

"Lord Harvey, you have to move quickly, or this thing won't taste so good when it's cold. Sure, I think you've definitely eaten it, but we're not the same here. Mabrey said with a smile, and he picked up the bear's paw in his left hand, and licked the fingers of his right hand with his mouth, as if he wanted to lick away all the grease on it.

"Nanhai Town can't compare with Iva Harbor, and even as the mayor here, I rarely enjoy bear's paws made of spices," Mabrai said with a smile, taking a big bite of the bear's paw meat, "Look at Lord Harvey, your arrival has also allowed us to enjoy things that we can't normally enjoy." ”

Locke held the wine glass in his hand, he smiled and didn't speak, but pushed the plate of bear paws in front of him to Redpass on the other side.

The commander of the alliance army seemed to have a hard time, and all the plates in front of him were eaten cleanly, which was really reminiscent. The blue lion's robe on his chest was already stained with grease, well, most soldiers do, but as the supreme commander of the alliance forces here, it was a bit incredible.

Redpass took Locke's plate, thanked him and grabbed the bear paw on it, ripping and biting with juice.

"Commander Redpass," Locke was intrigued by what he had done, and he couldn't help but wonder how the Union troops here could have had such a hard time, "It looks like the Union troops aren't doing very well here?" Why is that? ”

Red Pass ate the bear paw silently, and Locke was not in a hurry, anyway, there was time. Locke felt that there must be a story in this, because Marbrey next to him had slowed down the frequency of eating meat.

Soon there was only a single bone left on the plate, and Redpass grabbed the glass next to him and took a long sip of rye wine, burping in satisfaction.

"The Alliance is no longer what it used to be," Redpass said as he turned his head to look at Locke, shrugging his shoulders and looking calm, "Stormwind no longer guarantees the logistical supply of the Alliance garrison here. ”

"I heard that the granary of the west has completely turned into the wilderness of the west, does it have anything to do with this?" Locke asked thoughtfully, "Didn't King Varian do anything?" ”

"Ever since Queen Tiffany fell to the masons' guild, King Varian has been in a state of collapse." Redpass let out a long breath, his expression full of helplessness betrayed the unwillingness in his heart, "Without the command of King Varian, the alliance will be defeated on all fronts. ”

"All the efforts we have made over the years have come back to the way they were..."

"In the Burning Plains, the Blackstone Orcs and Black Iron Dwarves emerged from their rat holes in the Blackstone Mountains, and the Alliance's forces there were almost completely wiped out due to the lack of reinforcements. The mineral-rich land was reoccupied by the orcs, and the limited forces left could only retreat into the camp and react passively to their attacks. ”

"The terrible fighting in the Burning Plains has caused the Blackstone Orcs to invade the Red Ridge Mountain, and that land is gradually being eaten away by the Orcs just like the Burning Plains. The granary of the west has become the term you call since the rebellion of the Masons Guild. There the lords die and flee. Even if a nobleman wanted to do something, he was brutally killed at home by the bandits of Defia....."

"In fact, it is no longer possible for the Stormwind Kingdom to deal with the sabotage of the Defia bandits in the western granary. The nobles of the storm, who have lost the hearts and minds of the people, have been abandoned by the people, the peasants are no longer working in the fields, and everyone is like a madman, eyeing outsiders..."

"Too much, too much." Redpass snorted heavily, grabbed his glass and gulped down the ale, then said to Locke with a wry smile, "I've heard that letters asking for help are all over Countess Presto's desk, but she has ignored all this. ”

"Her constant response to our call for help is that Stormwind has more important things to do. You take matters into your own hands! ”

"Listen to what she has to say!!" Redpass banged on the table in exasperation, "There's more important things to do in Stormwind!" What could be more important to do than to deal with our enemies?! Was it these things that delayed her from climbing into King Varian's bed?! ”

"Do you want me to say, these nobles have shit in their heads?"

The angry Redpass in front of him made Locke laugh helplessly, this blow is widespread, and Locke is also a nobleman after all.

"Ah, Lord Harvey, I'm sure Commander Redpass isn't targeting you." Mabray put down the bear paw in his hand, and said with a smile, "As the mayor of Nanhai Town, I know that the soldiers under Commander Redpass have not received any military pay and military supplies for more than two years. ”

"You should be able to understand Commander Redpass's feelings, there is little hope for the war here until your army has entered."

"Lord Mabray, thank you very much for your support of us," Redpass said as he crossed Locke to Mabray over there, "If it weren't for you, our Alliance's garrison here would have been evacuated long ago." ”

"Ah, that's as it should be. Without your presence, Nanhai Town would not have survived on this land, and it is estimated that it would have been a pile of ruins like other towns destroyed by the Syndicate. It's a pity that our Nanhai Town is only a town after all, and we can't support too many of your soldiers. Just like our militia, they need to bring everything for themselves, because they are protecting their homes and property in the fields. ”

Locke, who was sandwiched between the two chatting, couldn't feel like it was a taste when he listened to their chat. It seems that the conversation between the two is like proving something to themselves, or saying something to themselves.

Do they want to keep this Union army on their own? Or does Nanhai want its own support? Become a seaport city?

But for me, it's not a problem. The only thing that may be a little problematic is that Redpass commands the forces of the Alliance. His army can't be incorporated into his own management system, and Locke still hasn't figured out how the Alliance's army operates.

Is Stormwind representing the Alliance? Command dwarves, gnomes, and other armies of the human kingdom in the service of the Alliance. Or is it that when it comes to the inside, everyone plays their own game, and when it comes to dealing with orcs, the alliance is twisted into a rope again?

Locke figured he would soon face this problem.

In order to cope with this problem, Locke has not expanded the Lordaeron Avengers, but has instead stuffed people into the Crusaders.

Now that the alliance is dominated by Stormwind, the alliance led by Varian is in essence a blurring of the concept of these nations by Lordaeron and even the other human kingdoms that have joined. All those who join are actually in the service of this alliance, and Varian is currently playing such a role as the co-master of the human kingdom.

In the long run, the concept of alliance will penetrate the hearts of all kingdoms, and the people of other kingdoms will gradually fade the existence of their own kingdom and choose to serve the alliance.

Well, it is foreseeable that the alliance of the future will inevitably become a superpower, like the Soviet one. As long as the tribe lasts, the alliance will grow closer. No, the Horde is not the worst enemy yet, there are too many enemies on this planet, and the Horde may still be a potential ally in the future.

Therefore, whether to be led by others or by oneself is a question worth pondering.

Locke ignored Mabray and Redpass for a moment, and pondered the implications.

Gianna made it clear to herself as she left that she was preparing a summit of the Alliance and the Horde, in which the leaders of both sides would participate. I will be a representative of Lordaeron at this conference.

Is this time to do something? Leading the Alliance? Or let Varian avoid a crisis?

Some of his previous plans were reversed by Locke, and he felt that he had to think about it.

The luncheon was soon over, and while it was still early, Locke summoned all those who were eligible to attend the meeting. Mabray and his parliamentarians, as well as the Coalition's commander, Redpass, attended the meeting.

"The Syndicate is no match for us on the frontal battlefield, and their infiltration, sabotaging our rear supply lines, and creating panic among the population is the most troublesome for us."

For the first time, the Legion Commander of the Eighth Legion, who always liked to stay in the corner gloomily and watch the others talk, stood up with a stick and pointed on the map hanging on the wall of the town hall, "I think we need to change our tactics, our future enemies will not all be as stupid as our undead enemies in the past, they are just a bunch of crude recruits compared to humans." ”

"We can study the Syndicate's tactics and see that the Clito and the Dasalia have all their private armies in Talummir to defend against our attack. Their number, counting all the grooms, servants, farmers and children in the fields, numbered about 13,000 to 15,000 who could take up arms. As a rebel family, they will not beg for mercy, because it is useless to beg for mercy, and their combat effectiveness is generally not too high. But they relied on Tarummere City to defend, which will cost us a certain amount of damage in attack. ”

"Secondly, his syndicate allies, who broke into pieces and penetrated our lines, assassinated our officers and lords behind our lines, brutally killed the populace, and wanted to create terror and demoralize us. In order to defend against this attack, we had to send a large number of teams to clear the zone of control behind us, but the results were not satisfactory. ”

"This not only weakened the combat effectiveness of our front-line regiments, but also made the front-line troops shrink on the way to Tarummir, because logistics could not be effectively guaranteed."

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