Lanloth was distressed, since he played the role of the Silver Hand on the day of its formation, almost every day a rookie paladin visited and sought knowledge of the Light. But how does he know any kind of light? The reason why he was able to use this power was all due to the fact that Cauray gave his life to create Adruin.

Therefore, in order to prevent his tall and majestic image from collapsing, he hid in Tibet almost every day during this time. What's even more infuriating is that Lothar trumpets his deeds with the Holy Light on the pretext of boosting morale, and it spreads through word of mouth, so that the eyes of the entire South Sea Town have changed their taste when they look at him.

He even heard that Marcus's wife next door came to him for blessings because she wanted to have a son......

Not mentioning the name that made Lanlos think about it, this ridiculous thing reached his ears, and he didn't even dare to return to the temporary stronghold assigned to the elves in the camp.

Thanks to the recent more frequent battle reports, otherwise, he would have run back to Dalaran in a long time ago. Anyway, in his memory, the war had little effect on the kingdom surrounded by violet.

"What are you doing?" Aurelia's fury, the pensive Lanros finally came back to his senses, and his slightly dazed eyes swept over everyone's faces.

"What are you looking at me for?"

Lothar reluctantly pointed to the sand table in the middle: "Do you have any opinion on the proposal we just made?"

"Uh, give it to Ole ......" looked at the other party with a confused expression, and Lanlos subconsciously wanted to shake the pot, but after seeing the angry gaze of the Windranger, he stopped his mouth in time and carefully looked at the sand table.

On a simple map of the eastern continent, red flags symbolizing the power of the orcs are almost all planted in the south. In the past few months, not only have humans been doing their best to expand their forces, but the tribes have not been idle.

They captured Kazmodan with incredible speed, and both gnomes and dwarves had to retreat to the main city, relying on the complex composition of Nomorigen and Ironforge to put up a final resistance.

And in the northern land, a bunch of blue flags are clustered at the northern end of the Sador Bridge, proving the Alliance's determination to defend the territory to the death.

But with such a simple and crude strategy, Lanlos could see it, how could the tribe ignore it?

"The Horde's offensive has exceeded our expectations, and according to the Scout's intelligence, it will be difficult for His Majesty Solas's troops to stop the Horde without destroying the Sadol Bridge. Realizing that this guy was in a fugue, Lothar was very considerate and explained the general situation to him.

"You don't want to send all the Alliance's troops over, do you?" asked Lanros without thinking.

Thankfully, Lothar shook his head: "I have such thoughts, but the orcs are not mindless and reckless, and as you can see from their siege of Nomorigen and Ironforge, I think it is more likely that they will avoid the Sador Bridge." ”

"According to the scout's information, there are obvious traces of the gathering of large tribal forces in Kazmodan. Greymane was the first to raise the question.

"Who said the assembly was for war?" Ranlos muttered to himself as if he were muttering to himself, looking at Kazmodan who was covered with red flags.

This would have sounded inexplicable to most people, but Lothar, who had fought with him, pondered carefully: "You mean, they occupy the mines of Kazmodan?"

"The tribe's industrial technology is not as backward as you think. Lanlos was sure of this, especially with the support of the Burning Legion, "They spent so much manpower to mine minerals, and it was definitely not for the sake of building an additional Sadol bridge." ”

"So......" Prodmore's eyes lit up.

"I know what Your Excellency is thinking. Lanlos held the edge of the sand table with one hand, and a smile appeared on his face, "Although I have not seen it with my own eyes, I have heard that Kul Tiras has a strong ability to fight at sea. ”

Beneath the unpretentious praise, there is something else hidden: "But believe me, this alone is not enough. ”

"Are you questioning me?" the admiral's eyes narrowed.

"Nope. Lanlos shook his head, "It's just that I have a better idea than to leave you alone. ”

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Orgrim looked out at the endless blue sea, and despite the infinite tolerance and tranquility of this calm ocean, his brows were still tightly knit together.

At his feet and behind him were huge steel warships, their pitch-black shells and barbs lining their hulls that made them look like countless beasts lurking on the surface of the sea.

Hundreds of fleets of steel roamed the rough seas, each with its capacity stretched to the limit, and thousands of orcs huddled in their cabins or stood on decks, roaring excitedly into the sky, even the sound of the waves was completely drowned out.

However, it was precisely because of the size and severe overload of the steel battleships that the speed of the fleet was really slow.

During the time when the Alliance was conducting reconnaissance of the Horde, the Horde was not idle. Orgrim knew that most of the human forces were stationed at the Sador Bridge, so he led the tribe to the surface.

Although he had already spotted the Alliance's reconnaissance ships around the fleet the previous day, Fort Riptide had taken up a large portion of the Alliance's forces. It will take a long time for this force to rush back to the Hillsbrad Hills from the Sadol Bridge.

But behind Orgrim was the entire tribe.

The only thing that unstruck him was the goblin who called the overlord of the seas. If it is true as those goblins say, then there is a good chance that that navy will intercept itself somewhere in the sea, and even pose a great threat to its own fleet.

However......

Orgrim looked at the shoreline slowly emerging on the horizon, and his doubts lingered for a long time.

The expected raid didn't happen?

Orgrim discovers that what should make him happy can't make him happy. In any way, there is no reason for the Alliance to give up the opportunity to fight the Horde with all its might on the sea with absolute superiority.

"Grand Chief, can I let them step down?" said Orgrim as he pondered as Zuluhid, who also saw the coastline beside him.

Hearing this, Orgrim looked at the sky behind him, and a few small red dots were constantly rising and falling in the air, always keeping a sufficiently hidden distance from the fleet.

Yes, that's the Red Dragon.

After hearing from the goblins about Kurtilas's amazing naval prowess, Orgrim asked Zuluhid to provide the escort troops. However, the domestication of the red dragon was not completed, and these were adult red dragons that Necrus forced with the life of the red dragon queen as a threat.

Their strength is indeed very strong, but because their minds have matured, it is almost impossible to be domesticated by the Dragonroar Clan. Because of this, Zuluhid has always been worried that they will seize this opportunity to affect their own domestication of the red dragon.

Although it was deeply hidden, Orgrim still heard the complaint in the other party's words, and his cold eyes crossed his face like a blade: "Don't worry, Zuluhid, we haven't landed yet." ”

"But......" Chief Dragonroar was about to say something, but was mercilessly interrupted by the Hammer of Destruction.

"Don't make excuses!Zuluhid, if those red dragons are not willing to pledge allegiance to the Horde, then destroy them as soon as possible!"

"Yes, Great Chief. The old orc didn't say anything more, just buried the uneasiness on his face deep in the shadows.

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