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“Everyone, feel free to speak your mind.”

As Salorean's voice faded, the ranger leaders and high-level mages standing behind Kael'thas erupted in whispers.

“If you ask me, we should just charge straight in and give them hell. Don't we have secret weapons? Why should we be afraid of those troll bastards?”

Kurtaz nonchalantly crossed his legs, sitting at the end of the long table. The cast on the red-bearded dwarf's leg hadn't even been removed yet, and he was already eager to return to the battlefield.

“Not appropriate. Although we have blood coagulants, our numbers and arrows are a major problem.

As far as I know, the Evil Branch tribe has an army of 150,000, plus about 100,000 Wood Trolls, which makes 250,000 people.

If we fight head-on, although our mage legion can cause large-scale casualties, the dwarf warriors at the front will face four times their own number of enemies. Also, we need at least 300,000 arrows.

Even if the rear continuously sends supplies and armaments, it will take at least half a month.”

An elven quartermaster stood up from his seat and said in a deep voice.

“What about the portal? What if we open a portal here?”

“Impossible. Even with two mage legions, we can't open a stable portal in just a few days. The materials and time involved are simply too much.”

“Then what do we do? We can't really let the commander go into danger alone, can we?”

“Silence!”

Salorean slammed the table hard, and the people in the conference room immediately quieted down.

The legendary warrior's face had an imposing aura. He tapped the table gently, without saying a word.

“Your Highness, what do you think?”

“I think… we should contact the mentor first and see what he says.”

“That's all we can do.”

Salorean gently rubbed his brow. After living for so many years, this was the first time he had encountered such a bizarre commander. Did he really think he was a lone hero breaking through enemy lines from a knight's novel?

…

Kael'thas anxiously rubbed the unchanging communication stone in his hand. This was the third time he had tried to establish a video connection, but El had no response, which made him feel uneasy.

“Could the mentor be in some kind of trouble?”

Everyone in the conference room stared intently at the communication stone in the prince's hand.

These mid- to high-level officers all had their own thoughts, but one thing they highly agreed on was that this commander was too unreliable. As the highest commander of the coalition forces, instead of sitting in the army like Marshal Salorean, he was wandering around. Was that appropriate?

Just as everyone was whispering and discussing where their commander had gone, an elven scout rushed in as if flying.

“Evil Branch… Evil Branch Trolls… Evil Branch Trolls are retreating!”

“What!”

“Explain carefully, what exactly is going on!”

Salorean also stood up and asked anxiously.

“When I was doing my routine reconnaissance just now, I found that the Evil Branch Troll outpost, Sharvasar, was completely empty. I followed their traces all the way until… until…”

“Until what?”

“Until I found their traces on the outermost edge of the Zul'Aman altar!”

“Hiss…”

Everyone gasped. The mobilization of an army of 150,000 people was no small matter.

Just as everyone was still pondering the pros and cons of this matter, a second scout rushed in.

“They're fighting! The Evil Branch and Wood Trolls are fighting! The Evil Branch Trolls took advantage of the Wood Trolls' failure to mobilize their troops in time and have driven straight in, rushing into the interior of the Zul'Aman altar. The two sides have already begun a fierce battle, and the estimated number of casualties has reached hundreds!”

Everyone turned their heads and looked excitedly at Salorean.

“Although I don't know what happened, this may be an excellent opportunity, Marshal. Give the order!”

An excited dwarven officer said.

“That's right, the trolls are biting each other, what are we waiting for!”

Kurtaz jumped up and down excitedly, not looking like an injured person at all.

But Salorean sat down and regained his composure.

“Marshal!”

“Marshal!”

…

“Silence!”

Tapping the table again, Salorean said calmly in the puzzled gazes of everyone.

“Don't you think this matter is strange?”

“Indeed, it's too coincidental. As soon as the commander appeared at the Evil Branch's forward哨站 Silvasar, the main force of the Evil Branch Trolls gathered together and fought with their allies, the Wood Trolls. No matter how you look at it, this matter is inseparable from the commander.”

Fostad, who had been listening all along, finally spoke.

“Are you saying that this matter was planned by the mentor?”

Kael'thas put away the communication stone and said with slight excitement.

“Very likely…”

“Wait! There's news from the mentor!”

Kael'thas excitedly took out the communication stone from his arms again and activated the switch in reverse in the expectant eyes of everyone.

The blurred image gradually became clear, and the figure of a one-eyed troll appeared in the magic image.

“This is… a troll? Is… is Kima? How can you… No, you're not Kima, who exactly are you?”

“Don't waste time, my apprentice. The situation is urgent now, so I'll make it short.”

Kael'thas, who had been looking gloomy, finally breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the familiar voice.

“Yes! Mentor!”

“I am now controlling the Evil Branch Overseer and the High Priest. You may have already noticed the war on the front line. That's right, all this commotion was caused by me…”

“Wow…”

“Really? Commander, are you serious?”

“Amazing! It's really amazing, it's simply a miracle! How did you do it!”

“As expected of Master El!”

…

Listening to the countless praises in the magic image, El helplessly rubbed his temples. These elves were too exaggerated. Look at these Wildhammer allies, aren't they all very calm?

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“Make it quiet over there!”

“Sorry, Mentor.”

Kael'thas smiled awkwardly, then turned around and sternly reprimanded the group of mid- to high-level officers behind him.

“Mentor, please continue.”

“Time is limited, so I'll make it short. My current identity is Hex's confidant, and I instigated this chaos.

The Evil Branch and Wood Trolls have completely broken up. This war has no failure and no surrender, only the death of the other side.

And you now have only one task, which is to take advantage of the Evil Branch and Wood Trolls' preoccupation and detour to Sharvasar, cooperate with the Rushk regiment stationed in Eagle's Nest Mountain, and be sure to clean out the empty Wood Troll lair for me! Can you do it?”

“Yes! Commander! Guarantee the completion of the task!”

Salorean straightened his body and gave a solemn military salute. The blood of the legendary warrior began to boil.

“Good soldier!”

‘This brat…’

Salorean smiled wryly. How many years had it been since he had heard that title? But it really made people's blood boil.

Everyone listened to the conversation between the two in stunned silence, watching the two playing the game of soldier and general like singing a duet, and all fell silent.

“What are you still dawdling for! Quartermaster! Take your transport soldiers and arrange the supplies for me. If the soldiers go hungry, I'll twist your head off! Did you hear me!”

“And you Kurtaz! Take your Gryphon Knights and set off immediately! You are the eyes of the entire coalition army, don't let me down!”

“Where is that bastard Saldo Brightwing? Scout! Tell Saldo Brightwing the situation just now word for word, he will make a decision.”

“Orderly…”

“Who is Rushk's adjutant, step out…”

…

The originally polite Salorean was inexplicably irritable… or excited? But it had to be said that the originally noisy crowd, under Salorean's command, began to operate in an orderly manner like a precise machine.

“Pass my order, the entire army sets off, target… Silivasar!”

…

“Yes, I know, understood, Commander, guarantee the completion of the task!”

Rushk looked at the communication stone in his hand that had faded its light, feeling a little dazed for a moment. After a while, the middle-aged man screamed strangely and almost jumped up.

“Adjutant! Where's my adjutant! Damn it, I forgot that the adjutant isn't here, who is the highest-ranking officer here!”

Rushk roared, and a magister immediately walked out of the team.

“Pass my order, all the mages of the Eclipse Legion pack their bags, and the entire army will attack in 15 minutes, target… Silivasar!”

…

Arathi, Stromgarde.

It has to be said that although Arathi and the Hinterlands are only “separated by a wall”, the two places are very different. The Hinterlands was already snowing at this time, and the weather had become exceptionally cold.

But Arathi was not cold because of the plain climate, but rather had a slightly cool taste.

King Thoras Trollbane was playing chess with the Queen.

Just as the Queen took the most critical step, preparing to checkmate, Thoras stood up with a smile, then walked out of the room, leaving the Queen alone sulking.

With a complicated mood, he took out the communication stone from his arms. Thoras, who was in his 50s, actually felt a little nervous.

Slightly trembling, he handed the communication stone in his hand to his most trusted court mage. Under the mage's reverse input, a blurred magic image appeared in front of him.

“Long time no see, Your Majesty.”

“Who… who are you?”

“I am El'Salona, the situation is a bit urgent now, so I'll make it short.”

…

Thoras slumped lifelessly on his throne. It wasn't until a long time later that he came back to his senses.

“Father, grandfather, ancestors, I can finally… finally… finally restore the entire Arathi Highlands and let the Stromgarde royal flag be planted all over this great land.”

At this moment, the King of Stromgarde was in tears.

PS: 10,000 words are delivered, I'm really too sleepy, I'll continue to update after I get up