Menethil's Power

Chapter 30 Gul'dan's Ambition
The Farstrider Legion can almost be called the most elite force in Quel'Thalas, mainly responsible for guarding the kingdom's borders.They couldn't stop the Horde's tide of attack, but they did a good job of preserving their strength while trying to kill the enemy.This elite chocobo cavalry has been following the tribal army since the start of the war, using its mobility to harass and raid.After receiving Alleria's summons, Legion Master Halduron Brightwing ordered the attack without hesitation.The elves used their home court advantage to quickly help Turalyon stabilize the situation, and the Horde once again fell into the quagmire of war.

In the tribal camp, Gul'dan, who was meditating, was summoned by the great chief. He didn't have the slightest reservation as an epic warlock, and he arrived almost in a moment.Orgrim had apparently just left the front lines, his black armor still stained with blood.Gul'dan bowed his head respectfully. His plan was nearing completion, so he didn't mind the momentary groveling.

"Haven't you found a way to break that barrier?" Orgrim asked bluntly.

"I'm sorry, Warchief, the elves hold a nearly endless source of mana, and the barrier is flawless, so I can't do anything about it."

Orgrim exhaled a puff of hot air from his thick nostrils, "I'm not surprised by your incompetence, Gul'dan." He said, "In this case, we should not waste time here and let your men clean up Pack your bags and get ready to retreat, we have a new goal."

Gul'dan frowned, his plan was going to be disrupted, he just wanted to say something, but Zul'jin on the side spoke, and the troll leader looked very impatient, "You can't do this, Doomhammer, we The advantage gained cannot be surrendered.”

Orgrim's attitude towards this alien ally is much better than Gul'dan's, "I can understand your feelings, friend, but revenge is a cold dish that tastes better the longer it is left. Our purpose is not just Destroy the elves," he persuaded.

"But I have waited 3000 years, which is long enough." Zul'jin was not convinced, "The trolls will continue to stay here and fight to take back our land. If you don't want to take up our covenant, just Stay and help us."

"Then please go ahead." Doomhammer looked very calm, and he didn't seem to care about the troll's attitude. He looked at Gul'dan, "What about you? Warlock."

"I think it is necessary for me to stay, Warchief. I have made a new discovery, and it only takes a little time to add new strength to the Horde." Gul'dan said humbly.

Orgrim gave him a suspicious look, which was a convincing reason, because the death knight and two-headed ogre that Gul'dan had previously created had shown amazing destructive power on the battlefield. "I hope so," he said, and hurried away under the protection of two Blood Hand Guards.

There were only two people left in the animal skin tent. "Our great chief is a bit headstrong, he never allows others to question his decision." Gul'dan said suddenly.

Zul'jin gave him a wary look, but said nothing. The troll leader knew something about the warlock's past, so he didn't want to have anything to do with him.

"He obviously underestimated your bravery. I think a powerful troll is enough to crush Quel'Thalas without the help of orcs, but only if there is a little strategy." Gul'dan's words seemed to bring enchanted.

Sure enough, the troll was attracted, "What do you suggest?"

"My subordinates captured a few captives, and I used some means to extract information from them. The main leaders of the elf army are two female elves named Windrunner, and their families are in the southwest where there is no barrier protection," Gul'dan whispered, "The most important thing is that these two female elves have the means to lead the army through the barrier."

There was light in Zul'jin's eyes. This information is very important, which means that as long as he rushes to the southwest, he can gain the initiative. Enticing the elves to pursue rashly is enough to give the trolls an overwhelming strategic advantage.

The only problem is that the purveyor of this information is Gul'dan.The cunning warlock clearly saw Zul'jin's doubts, "I guarantee the authenticity of this information with my soul, not to mention what reason do I have to entrap the allies of the tribe?" he said.

Zul'kin nodded subconsciously.
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"It's unbelievable that something so small can cause such a violent explosion," Rillas said, playing with something the size of a baby's fist.As a bomb, this gadget is so crude and ugly, it's just a piece of irregular arcane crystal plus a detonating device bigger than it.Lilas didn't understand someone's brain circuit. It was obviously detonated by the light-dark reaction and caused complete arcane damage, but he chose to name it "Holy Light Bomb 1.0".

Isaacs scoffed at this. This is called tactical information interference, understand?This name can make the enemy misunderstand and take wrong precautions, and it can also prevent imitation.Such a simple tactical idea can't be understood, and the elves' brains really don't have a single muscle.

"Be careful. A goblin, especially a goblin with an intermediate engineering level, the reliability of his products can be imagined." Isaacs said.

Lilas' movements stopped instantly, and he put the bomb in his hand back into the box as if nothing had happened. "So how do we arrange these more than 600 bombs? Give half of them to the escort team?"

"Trolls are not stupid enough to attack that fortress south," Isaacs shook his head, "therefore the escort team will not encounter a large number of trolls. Give them fifty rounds at most to deal with special circumstances. My idea is that since I have decided to give up Fengxing Village, why not set it up as a huge explosion trap."

Lilas was taken aback. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly spotted a sneaky figure, "Don't touch those bombs, Vereesa." He reprimanded.

The found elf chick stuck out her tongue mischievously, and obediently stood aside.

Lilas looked away worriedly, and continued to talk to Isaacs, "This is unrealistic, and the residents will definitely not accept it."

"Why ask for their consent, Fengxing Village only needs one voice in times of war." Isaacs said bluntly, and he also noticed Vereesa, "It's just in time, I have something for you two." The boy handed Each of them has a ring.

"Flash ring, which stores four flashes, but unfortunately it is a one-time item." Isaacs introduced.This ring is the key to Isaacs' ability to escape from the hands of two hero-level powerhouses. Since it is a one-time item, naturally he will not only carry one.Isaacs had prepared seven in total, so he allocated two for the Windrunner brothers and sisters to defend themselves.

Rillas had become numb to Isaacs' rich man, and Vereesa happily thanked her.The elf girl who took the ring played happily for a while, and suddenly asked, "Can I give this ring to someone else?"

"Of course, you are its owner now." Isaacs maintained a polite smile.

Vereesa left happily. Isaacs suppressed his unhappiness and looked at Lilas, "Let's go back to Fengxing Village." He said.

It is a good idea to arrange Fengxing Village as an explosive trap, but it requires at least four digits of holy light bombs. Isaacs can only retreat and choose a main road in the village. Lilas acquiesced after some inner struggles practice, and even began to take the initiative to help.

"Our defense forces are fully capable of dealing with ordinary attacks. I sincerely hope that this trap will not be used." Isaacs said in a low voice, finishing setting up the last explosion point. "There are more than 70 pieces left, I will keep half of them, and leave the rest to you."

Rillas nodded in understanding. "By the way," he said suddenly, "my family hopes that you will come to Windrunner Manor as a guest."

"Your family?" Isaacs became very interested. The most famous of the Windrunner family is the three sisters, and the others did not appear in the history of Warcraft. "Then what are you waiting for, let's go."

Of course, Fengxing's manor was not in Fengxing Village. Isaacs and Lilas rode chocobos for nearly an hour before arriving at this manor, which was half the size of Fengxing Village.The architectural style of the blood elves is gorgeous and majestic, with a unique flavor.This is the first time that Isaacs has actually seen the residence of the elf nobles, so he has a strange sense of freshness.This attitude obviously aroused the master's resentment, and Isaacs obviously saw that several elves who came to greet him showed disgust.

But the female elf in the lead still maintained a decent smile, and beside her was Vereesa who was smiling sweetly. "Hello, His Royal Highness Prince Isaacs. I am Arturia Morningstar."

Isaacs returned the salute honestly, showing enough respect even when facing a heroic powerhouse in his capacity, "Nice to meet you, ma'am."

"Sister Artoria is the director and training instructor of the Windrunner family." Lilas introduced. "The rangers of the family are all her students."

"You are really great." Isaacs noticed the "flash" on her hand and realized that it was from Vereesa, so his mood suddenly improved, and he said something flattering.

"You're amazing." Arturia's smile remained unchanged, and she made an invitation gesture to Isaacs, and the boy readily accepted, and followed her into the manor.Isaacs maintained a rigid smile along the way, and secretly pulled back a little to walk side by side with Rillas, "Aurelia is also this sister's student?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yes." Rillas replied.

"At that time she was a hero?"

"Well, Sister Artoria's talent is very outstanding, but unfortunately she lost her chance of promotion due to her early injuries."

"Then you and Vereesa still call her sister?" Isaacs was quite surprised.

"Is that weird? She's not related to us and she's still single." Lilas seemed baffled.

Alleria participated in the troll war fought 3000 years ago, so Artoria, who had heroic strength at that time, was at least about [-] years old.A spinster who pretends to be tender, Isaacs defines himself with a dark belly.This kind of existence is the most unfavorable, let alone a heroic powerhouse.

(End of this chapter)