It turns out that except for the drunken Furstad? Hammer and Itreig, the rest of the guests were still very calm, and they waited at least until the main meal was served to the table before they began to act.

The logistics of Silver Dawn are much better now than they were before. After the reconquest of Andorhar, the road to the south was opened. Support from the hills of Hillsbrad to the south was brought in in a steady stream, with a particularly high variety of fish brought by the fishermen of Southsea Town. There are stingy catfish, slippery mackerel, and paintfin fish from the waters around Nanhai Town, as well as silverhead salmon, cod, and spotted yellowtail from the estuary of the lower Sodoril River, and if you're lucky, you can also eat rare and delicious blackmouth fish and firescale eel.

Today's guests from afar are very lucky, there is a bucket of fire-scaled eels in the supplies just sent by Nanhai Town. The cooks took out all their skills, frying, cooking, frying, steaming, stewing, and stewing, and made a table of good dishes. Compared with these fresh and delicious fish, the wild boar ham, bacon, hard jerky and hard bread that have been marinated and smoked for long-term storage, as well as air-dried bananas, sun-dried porcini mushrooms, forest mushrooms, etc., seem a little tasteless, and no one cares about it, and the fork does not stick out in that way.

The dwarves and orcs were gobbling it up, and the Forsaken were satisfied—the owner had a fresh sashimi for them. This was a great relief to the hosts, who have always loved to entertain their true friends with "salt and bread" for the enthusiastic Lordaeron remnants.

The guests had eaten for an hour to fill their hunger, and contentedly removed their faces from the top of their plates. Aside from the lack of alcohol, there is nothing to be picky about this meal!

"Well, it's time to say something other than food." Tirio leaned back in his chair and watched as the attendants removed the leftovers and messy cups and plates from the table. Once everything was cleaned up, one of the attendants spread the parchment map of the Psychic Academy on the table.

"Look, this is where we're going to attack next, right under this castle!" He clicked on the map and said.

Everyone focused their attention, even the misty-eyed Itreg and Furstad? Brute Hammer was no exception, and the two guys looked like they could get drunk at any moment, but they miraculously kept their balance.

"What is there to say, just go in, we dwarves take the lead!" Brute Hammer clapped his chest and shouted.

"No, the orcs should come first, we have never had the habit of watching our allies charge, but we watched the show from the sidelines!" Itreig argued with his tongue wide as he turned his head and glared at the attaché behind him, "Lok-Tar, Ogar!"

“Lok-Tar，Ogar!” The orcs leapt from their seats, raised their arms and shouted.

"Well, well, we won't say who will fight it," Tirio sighed helplessly, adding his hand, "Let's talk about how to attack this hellish place first!" ”

"What's there to talk about? In the eyes of the dwarves, all attacks are nothing more than three steps - break through the gates, rush in, and finish off all the enemies! The hammer slammed the table and shouted happily, Brian on the side? Copperbeard covered his face awkwardly, looking like "I don't know him".

"Shhhh It's too simple! Itreg looked at the dwarven leader with disdain, and sneered, "You think it's like catching a mouse from a hole, going down with a bucket of water, and drowning them all?" ”

Hearing this, Diego's eyes, which had been silent, suddenly lit up, and a whimsical idea suddenly appeared in his mind, and he kept stumbling like a rabbit with an arrow.

On eloquence, Furstad? Brute Hammer was clearly no match for Itreig, and he got up in a rage and tried to pick up his chair and it, but before he could lift it, he mixed garlic under his feet and fell himself! Brian, who was on the side, hurriedly put his arms around his waist and dragged him away from the red-eyed old orc.

"Alright, alright, that's all for today's meeting, let's go back to our rooms first!" Tirio? Ferding looked at the two drunkards with tears and laughter, and immediately ended the banquet.

Dragged and supported by their entourage, the two drunkards finally left the hall, but Brian? Brass was stopped by Diego.

"Brian, wait a minute, we need to talk privately!"

The dwarf gave him a puzzled look, but stopped. However, he was not the only one who was stopped, Diego also stopped the representative of the Forsaken, Norman Sr.

In addition to that, Diego also let Dezco pull Nazaire, who had been grinding and walking behind the orcs? Blood spear.

"How about it, shall we have a drink? I knew you must have hidden something! The orc rubbed his hands impatiently and said excitedly.

Diego gave him an angry look and walked straight to Tirio, who was sulking with his head down at the end of the table.

"My lord, I have an idea!" He said in a low voice.

The High Lord looked up in amazement, looking at Diego with a serious face, he glanced into the hall, and was surprised to find that an orc, a dwarf, and a forsaken remained. It just so happened that a representative of each of the forces remained.

"Okay, let's talk about it." He nodded, then beckoned everyone to sit next to him.

Looking at Diego's serious look, everyone realized that what they were going to say next was very important, and even the dullest of the Blood Spears knew that they weren't going to drink something.

"That's right," Diego sorted out his words a little, then put his thoughts out of it, "Itreguer's remark reminded me that why don't we drown these rats with water?" We can dig a channel and pour water into the Psychic Academy, knowing that this underground labyrinth should be well below the level of Lake Daron Mill! ”

Everyone was completely shocked by the wonder of his brain, and they didn't react for a long time. Everyone was desperately trying to keep up with Diego's train of thought. This is not that they are unheard, in fact, in Diego's previous life, there were more than one examples of water attacks, such as the famous Wang Ben diverting water to irrigate the beam, Guan Yu flooding the Seventh Army, which has always been talked about. But in Azeroth, there are so few such things that many people have never even heard of them.

"This is this, this is really ......" Blood Spear opened his mouth wide like a hippopotamus, and he didn't think about what to say for a long time, his barren vocabulary couldn't express the shock in his heart.

Compared to the orcs, the dwarf Brian had a much more professional approach, he went through the terrain of Keldaron Island in his head, and then roughly calculated how much earth and rocks would need to be dug up for this plan.

"It's a pretty great idea, and it's not impossible for the dwarves to dig a canal through the mountains, but I don't think the living dead will drown," Brian said, frowning, turning his head to look at Old Norman, "Do the Forsaken need to breathe (1)?" ”

"No, we don't!" Old Newman replied honestly, and with that, he glanced at Diego, as if sorry for presenting evidence against the plan. The Forsaken's rotten cheeks struggled to express the expression of guilt, but Diego sensed his apology and nodded to him, indicating that he didn't mind.

"We can perform sanctification rituals, make holy water, and add it to the canal, I don't believe that the undead can swim in holy water!" Diego proposed, and he had made many assumptions in his head since the idea came to him, and had anticipated almost every aspect.

"How much holy water does it have to make? I'm afraid the pastors can't do it, right? Tirio said.

"Then let the paladins come, and I can help too," Diego said categorically, "tired is tired, it's better than dead!" This kind of ghost place, if you fight hard, it may not be enough to die two legions. ”

"My energy is beyond your imagination." He thought to himself.

Tirio didn't say anything more, but nodded silently. It would be great if this plan could be realized, Silver Dawn could no longer afford to suffer large casualties.

"I need to enter the psychic academy for a field survey, the channel route, the depth of the channel digging, and the longitudinal slope must be determined after seeing the site!" Brian said matter-of-factly. For a good dwarf, digging a ditch and digging a hole is a rigorous job.

"I'll go with you!" Diego said solemnly, as the initiator of this plan, he is responsible for these things.

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Note (1): Whether it is the undead scourge or the Forsaken, these living dead do not need to breathe, the Forsaken players in the game will be drowned just for the sake of game balance, in fact, many Forsaken have their entire lungs rotten, what do they use to breathe?