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Ronin is still too young. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Or rather, Ronin, the youngest member of the Kenrito Council in history, is still too immature, too simple, and too superficial for a politician.

Will the return of Varian, Don Sr., and Gianna make this war invisible?

How could it be so simple!

No qualified politician who has wallowed in the dirty quagmire of politics for a few years will surely have such a naïve idea.

In the final analysis, the war between the tribes and the alliance is still a struggle for living space between the two major military blocs, and it is the inevitable result of the continuous friction, confrontation, and even struggle and hostility that these two behemoths have accumulated over the past ten years since their founding.

Resources, land, wealth, and the right to speak...... In these issues related to the survival and continuation of the race, even the hatred between the races must give way, not to mention the personal honor and disgrace and fate of a few people.

Even if these people are so-called leaders......

It is true that Lao Tang and others have a high status and relatively wide influence among the alliance tribes, but they are of little use.

The disappearance of Varian, Goode, and Gianna is not so much the trigger for the outbreak of the war between the two military blocs, but rather the excuse and fig leaf that the Alliance and the Horde have pulled out for this war that has long been destined to break out.

And at this point, the black dragon brothers and sisters who have lived for an unknown amount of time undoubtedly have to see it much more thoroughly, and their ¥5 wrists are also much smarter......

"News from Theramore? Already reconnected with Gianna Proudmoore and Goode Terror Totem? ”

In the endless sea of high winds and waves, a huge combined fleet is riding the wind and waves and moving forward at high speed. And on a Stormwind Kingdom warship not far from the fleet's flagship, Countess Catlana Presto held a goblet and stared at the man sitting opposite. Unimpressed, he asked rhetorically:

"So what?"

"The war has come to this point, and both sides have already been angry. In particular, the previous raids of the tribes brought us heavy casualties - the fall of Hillsbrad Farm and the siege of Nanhai Town for more than a month. Thousands of civilians and sergeants have died......"

An imperceptible gleam flashed in her charming eyes, and the countess took a sip of the red wine in the wine glass with an indifferent face, and continued unhurriedly:

"At this time, if you go to the bottom of the kidnapping of His Majesty, what is the point of the tribe intervening in it?"

The countess's words silenced Berval Furtagen, and after a long time, he nodded slowly, acquiescing to Countess Catlana's words.

"But, Katrana. According to the Egwene squire, Lady Gianna and the Minotaur Overseer seem to have an important piece of information that they want the Clan Alliance to make a temporary truce and allow the leaders of both sides to sit down for a moment. But after a moment of hesitation, the Archon of Stormwind added:

"It seems that their intelligence is important, and at least they are confident in mediating this war."

Bolval's words made the countess's movements stagnate slightly, and then in an instant, she returned to her calm and breezy appearance.

"Mediation?"

"It's ridiculous!"

Suppressing the unpleasant feeling that was gradually rising in her heart, Katrana Presto took another sip of red wine to hide the subtle gaffe that had been undetectable before. Then he sneered quietly on the surface:

"Are they a little too confident? I don't think the two of them have that prestige or ability! ”

Gently rubbing the faint scar on his neck that was covered by a black silk scarf, a burly and fierce figure came to mind, making the countess's eyes glow coldly.

"Don't talk about that. Bowall. But in the blink of an eye, Countess Catlana changed to another gentle and concerned face, and easily diverted the subject: "You and His Majesty the King are still having trouble? ”

Standing up and strolling behind Duke Boval, the countess stretched out a pair of slender white hands and gently put them on the paladin's shoulders, slowly kneading them and comforting in a soft tone: "Varian is the king after all, as an archon, you should not disobey him too much." This only makes things worse. ”

An imperceptible glow flowed from the countess's delicate fingers to Boval's body, who was unaware. Hearing the countess's reassurance, the Duke of Berval, instead of becoming calm, made an uncharacteristically and indiscreet accusation:

"Disobedience? Look what he's doing every day! The Archon of Stormwind appeared irritable and irritable, "Spend all day drinking and turning a blind eye to the mountains of military and political affairs!" ”

"On such an important occasion as the G-7 summit, he was absent because he was out hunting; The people in the country were boiling over because of the tax increase, but he was busy holding banquets, singing and dancing; Even now when he goes out with the ship, he ignores the military situation on the front line, but hides in his room all day and drinks heavily, drunk like mud! ”

Suddenly the frustration erupted, and Bolval's emotions seemed to have suddenly found an outlet, and he counted the absurdities of Varian Urion behind his back.

“…… Since his kidnapping, Varian has been a different person, unbelievably strange! As a king, even Anduin is now ten or a hundred times more competent than him......"

Standing in the blind spot behind Berval, listening to the complaints of the Stormwind Archon, Countess Katrana Presto, a satisfied and smug sneer hung on her lips.

A few unknown dark magic have made the two most powerful men in Stormwind City like fire and water, and they will no longer be united and support each other...... For Onexia, the Black Dragon Princess, who is incarnated as Countess Catlana Presto, who is secretly lurking in Stormwind to plot a series of conspiracies, there is no better situation.

While kneading his shoulders for Boval, while listening to the men's gushing complaints and counts, the countess, who knew how to please people, acted as a good listener, and it was not until the Duke of Berval's mood gradually calmed down that the woman with long black hair and charming eyes smiled casually and said:

"You're also optimistic about the future of His Royal Highness Prince Anduin, aren't you?" Another black magical aura flowed from the countess's fingertips to Boval's body, but the holy light power contained in the body of His Excellency the Archon did not react, only to see the countess leaning over the ear of the Duke of Boval and whispering: "Maybe we should let our future King His Majesty also see the real battlefield?" ”

"Bolval. We may be able to train our prince well how to be a good king. Instead of letting him grow up to be as decadent and pompous as his father is now......"

A look of struggle suddenly appeared on Berval Vortagen's somewhat dull face, under the influence of magical aura. Countess Katrana let out an inscrutable snort, and with a flick of both hands, she cast several obscure spells one after another, and at the same time once again whispered seductively in the paladin's ear:

"Don't worry about the safety of His Royal Highness the Prince."

Looking at Berval Furtagen, whose expression gradually loosened, the countess's eyes flashed with undisguised essence this time:

"I will be by Prince Anduin's side......"

"Personally guarantee his 'safety'!"

Against the backdrop of the flickering candles in the cabin, a distracted Berval Furtagan nodded slightly.

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Nanhai Town, Port District.

It was past midnight and it was dark. The heavier rainstorm seemed to prophesy the coming storm.

Suddenly, a dazzling light pierced the clouds. The fangs of lightning pierced the hills east of Nanhai Town, and in that momentary light as bright as day, all the weary defenders on the walls saw the nightmarish scene outside the city:

The ground was crowded with green figures, some stocky, some tall, and the orc sergeants were fully armed and holding high tower shields made of fine iron, slowly approaching Nanhai Town with an unstoppable momentum.

The orc warriors of the Thunder King Clan surrounded the walls of the port area to the bare water, and the Alliance soldiers of Nanhai Town faced a sea of murderous and hostile intent.

Thousands of tribal warriors poured through the tidal flats and trenches, wave after wave through the only opening that had been filled with sandbags by the laborers. Immediately after that, the green wave suddenly accelerated, like the raging waves of the endless sea crashing straight on the not-so-tall walls of Nanhai Town.

Lightning rolled on the surface of the sea. The torrential rain fell mercilessly.

A rain of arrows was also aimed at the walls, though most of them were blocked by strong battlements and shields. But there were still a handful of accurate hits on target.

Not far away, King Sarufar, who was standing with his hand in his hand with a battle axe on his back, quietly watched the battle situation in front of him, without the slightest intention of doing it himself. Compared to the fact that it was not too difficult to take this small part of the city, King Sarufar, who was more experienced in battle, was more interested in the strange reaction of the defenders.

The assault on the harbor area of Nanhai Town had begun, but the defenders did not respond in any way, nor did they shoot back.

Dazzling lightning repeatedly tore at the darkness beneath the rain curtain, and the attacking troops stopped, and in front of them was the silent walls of Nanhai Town. The tribal sergeants who came like a tidal wave did not say a word, but the sound of a series of weapons striking was deafening.

An entire squad of Darkspear Troll Javelinmen and another team of Blood Elf Ranger were more aggressive, throwing javelins and arrows at any moving target in the fortifications as a long-range suppression.

The shrill sound of horns, followed by the roar of battle of the orcs resounded again with the blessing of the shaman's bloodthirsty magic, and hundreds of orc warriors leaped onto the ladder and brandished axes and hammers as they quickly climbed the walls.

Behind them, more orc warriors charged forward, some trudging through the muddy mudflats, others huddled on the crossings and boardwalks leading to the port area, where the strongest orc sergeants were huddled and a handful of burly and mighty minotaur warriors were assigned. In the light of lightning, the insignia of the blood-dripping dragon head of the Dragon Wrestling Legion on each helmet and shield was very glaring.

When the first orc warrior to climb the walls raised his battle flag aloft, the defenders' response finally appeared.

A thick rain of arrows, boulders, beams and rough logs torn from houses, and boiling oil slammed down from the walls. This sudden and ferocious counterattack caused many casualties among the besieging troops. The first wave of the Horde's assault was quickly repulsed, but soon after, another wave of orc warriors rallied to attack.

In this way, the besieging tribal warriors went further and captured a few inches of land each time, and were quickly recaptured by the alliance soldiers who desperately resisted and recaptured the position.

King Sarufar frowned slightly as he looked at the scorching battle situation, and simply gestured to the herald on the side.

When the trumpets sounded again, a group of heavily armed Minotaur warriors rushed out, holding their huge shields like roofs to shield them from attacks from above the walls, and in the layers of shields they were improvised battering rams from the trunks of two large trees. A group of taciturn Forsaken archers appeared behind the ranks, silently firing their crossbows to suppress the defenders on the walls.

The Minotaur troops of the Guardian Battering Hammer rushed to the gate, and with the wave of many strong arms, the battering ram slammed into the gate again and again. If anyone is injured by a boulder dropped by the defenders, someone will immediately come to their aid. Again and again, the huge city-breaking hammer slammed into the city gates.

Nanhai Town's gates, which were not yet impregnable, had begun to show small cracks, and had begun to bend under the impact of battering rams. The defenders of the city had almost run out of fuel and began to pour boiling water instead. However, this did not seem to stop the Horde from taking the port area.

The defenders of the Alliance side on the city wall have been forced back to the edge of the wall by the continuous orc warriors, and can only hold on.

In just half an hour's effort, the defenders of Nanhai Town, who were at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, were already on the verge of collapse!

It seemed that in ten minutes, perhaps twenty minutes, the port area of Nanhai Town would fall into the hands of the Horde. If it weren't for the fact that Nanhai Town was still there to attract reinforcements from the alliance side, it didn't seem to be a difficult task to take the entire city down in one fell swoop.

Pity......

Thinking of this, King Sarufar, who was originally quite satisfied with the progress of the offensive, suddenly became distracted.

Everything seemed to be going well, but soon a skeletal horse galloped in, and the news from the Death Knight Aske* Fallen who served as a liaison officer made Sarufar frown.

"You mean that the Highland Knights of Arathi broke through the blockade of General Krakuk? Krakuk was seriously injured and had already led the team back to Talenmir? Pulling away the pale beard of his chin, King Sarufar's face was gloomy, and he asked suspiciously, "Garin Tolbairn, that little doll still has this ability?" ”

"Someone else is doing it." In front of a battlefield veteran like King Sarufar, Aske*the Fallen, who has always been respectful only in front of Her Majesty, has a rare respectful posture: "We didn't expect the 'Ember Bringer' Mograine to appear among the Highland Knights. ”

"Chief Thrall wants you to end the battle here as soon as possible and lead your troops back to intercept the alliance reinforcements from the Arathi side."

"Alessandro Mograini?" Gently rubbing the strangely shaped battle axe that he held in his hand from his back, which always exuded the power of nature, Sarufar smiled thoughtfully and muttered to himself:

"The old opponent~" (To be continued.) )

ps: ps: Tomorrow the unit will organize a tour, and it may stop for one or two days ~ 4000 words will be presented today

PS2: I've found an opponent for the Ember Bringer with enough weight and force, both in terms of people and weapons.

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