"The Titan is on it! I saw a living Titan! Oh my God... I always feel like I'm hallucinating if I've drunk too much!"

Magni slammed the wine glass on the table, his eyes widened like brass bells, and he shot out a lightning-fast shot... Bah!

Hu Feng calmly took a sip of a glass of spirits for a few seconds, put down the wine glass, and looked at Magni lightly, "It's your turn again." ”

"No! it's cheating! You're a Titan god! Our Creator! You can't use your powers to insult a dwarf's drinking!" Magni's cheeks flushed, and he couldn't stand on his feet.

"The troublesome thing of creating things was done by my people, and it has nothing to do with me, so your reason is not valid. Come on, keep drinking. ”

Magni eventually slipped under the table and slept like a dead pig. His daughter, Princess Moira, dragged her father out of the country with a helpless look.

"Wait, you're Moella, the princess of the bronze-bearded dwarves, right?" Hu Feng's voice came.

Moira hurriedly dropped Magni and saluted the Titan's avatar. "Yes, salute you, Divine Venerable!"

Hu Feng looked at Princess Moira with interest, "If you fall in love with someone you shouldn't love in the future, remember my words, don't make your father sad, and you don't need to be extreme, you just need to communicate, and it will always be unraveled." ”

Princess Moira was shocked, she didn't know why the Titan gods had made such a prophecy to her, could she fall in love with a troll?

Thinking wildly, Princess Moira still bowed respectfully to Hu Feng. "I remember, Father, thank you for your guidance. ”

After the private covenant was signed, the kingdom of Stormwind, dwarves and gnomes began to prepare nervously for war.

In the western wilderness, in the golden sand area of the sea, a Night Elf-style dock city is rapidly being built. At the same time, a large number of Arcane golems are carrying giant stones and roaming around the territory of the Stormwind Kingdom, and the Stormwind Stonemasons Guild is holding the blueprints to direct the golems to where they should go.

Wide and smooth roads were also rapidly paved within the area of the unformed fortress group, and the road to Stormwind was the first to be paved. A steady stream of munitions and supplies began to be transported into Stormwind by the Suramar Demon Swordsmen. Stormwind's closest town to Stormwind has been transformed into a semi-militarized staging hub, where countless trebuchets, cannons, and dwarven steam tanks briefly assemble and then disperse among the various fortresses.

Groups of newly recruited soldiers practiced in makeshift barracks throughout the Elwyn Forest, while veterans were pulling out various defensive points after receiving targeted training. The entire territory of the Stormwind Kingdom is full of moving torrents of white armor and a sea of flags with golden lion's heads on a blue background.

The soldiers have been informed: the gods have sent a warning that an alien race called the Orcs is coming to this world, and they will burn down human cities, kill all human civilians, and raze human kingdoms.

But no one is afraid, humans are strange creatures, and in the face of the fear of the unknown, even if the hidden enemy is a weak little squirrel, they will be wary and nervous. But after learning what the enemy was, where they came from, and what they were capable of, humans were not afraid, even if the enemy was very strong.

They were gathered under the banner of the golden lion's head, and each of them was in high spirits, eager to kill all the orcs who wanted to invade their homeland at once.

Stormwind City is also condensed into a rope at this moment, of course, this does not show how knowledgeable those nobles are, except for a few enlightened nobles led by the Grand Duke of Boval, most of the other nobles initially raised strong opposition and dissatisfaction with this kind of nationwide construction and army mobilization. Many of their territories were affected to varying degrees, and protests filled the King's Hall of Storm Fortress for a while.

Then the Night Elf oracle spoke again, telling the nobles to be honest and obey King Lane's orders.

Damn! Who did he think he was! Amazing with the Night Elves standing behind him!

So the nobles were even more energetic.

"Your Majesty! We resolutely oppose this kind of behavior that costs the people and money! Please ask Your Majesty to immediately stop the useless construction and the transfer of soldiers in various places!"

"Yes, Your Majesty, I also think that you should not allow some of the Night Elves' presence to influence your will!"

But as they spoke, they noticed that there was something strange about King Lane, who was looking at them with a look of remembrance and farewell, and who had not argued with them as he had done before.

"And... Do you want to explain anything?" the king finally spoke, but why did it sound so awkward?

It soon became clear to them why it was so awkward, as a group of royal guards rushed in, and after a moment of confusion, the nobles were all arrested. At the same time, all the nobles and forces who had opposed King Lane's actions in the past were kicked open and brought to prison.

At first, there were many people who wanted to shout grievances and quibble, but under the magical questioning of several high-level elf mages, they all rushed to say their truest thoughts and dirty things they had done. These elven mages have mastered some psychic magic taught by the Faceless One, and it is not possible to corrupt the mind with such a profound thing, but it is still a trivial matter to interrogate some of the nobles who are not strong-willed and force them to tell the truth.

The Stormwind Kingdom can be called the busiest period since the founding of the country at this moment, and major events are happening all the time, both military and internal.

After an internal purge, the old aristocracy basically collapsed. Ryan was quickly replaced by a new group of nobles who were obedient and loyal to the Storm Winds. The Grand Duke of Berval has no longer been suppressed by the old nobles in the past, and has now become the chief steward of the interior affairs of King Lane. He and Lothar have a clear division of labor.

Standing on the white walls of Stormwind, King Ryan watched the bands of soldiers in the Valley of Heroes below go in and out, and said to Lothar beside him, "The Alliance's war machine is in full swing, no one can resist the Alliance that is ready, no matter how strong those orcs are, we will defeat them and drive them away." ”

Lothar nodded vigorously, and behind the two of them was a large banner with a golden lion's head on a blue background that hunted in the wind.

Hu Feng, who was sitting on the side and sipping the thunder ale, suddenly paused at this moment, shook his head and showed a smile.

"Prepare yourself, you two, Medivan's soul has completely fallen silent, and Sargeras controls Medivan to the Dark Swamp. ”

"Orcs, coming. ”