Azeroth Shadow Trail

  Chapter 1821 47. Core skills training of the strongest commander training plan: on how to shake people to the maximum

   Elisande told Stareye and Ms. Blue Moon about the "big plan" he got after thinking hard in the Tower of Darkness. Stareye Commander's eyes widened as she expected.

This is normal.

   For a high-level elf aristocrat who was born in the elf empire and grew up enjoying the magic of the Well of Eternity, the idea that the existence of the Well of Eternity is the foundation of the empire has long been carved into his brain.

   It is impossible for any normal upper elves to have such a "rebellious" idea.

   Therefore, after hearing the plan of the Great Magister, Commander Star Eyes abruptly stood up and exclaimed:

   "No! That won't work! Without the Well of Eternity, what would we have? We can't do this, we"

   "We must sever the connection with the Well of Eternity, Lord Star Eye!"

  Ms. Lanyue, who had been silent for a while, suddenly said indifferently:

   "Elysander was right.

Her strategy is amazing but it is indeed executable. I believe that a good arcanian like her can't go wrong with the Well of Eternity. She said that the portal is connected to the Well of Eternity. That must be the case .

   In such a situation, sacrificing the Well of Eternity in order to defeat the demon is no big deal. "

   Having said this, Ms. Lan Yue glanced at Elisande who was quite surprised, and she whispered:

   "And without the Well of Eternity, we still have the Well of Night, don't we? This magic well was designed by Queen Azshara herself. Although its specifications are far inferior to the Well of Eternity, it is sufficient to meet the short-term needs of elves.

   More importantly, if we blow up the Well of Eternity, then the elven empire will inevitably disintegrate. In the next era, perhaps we should refrain from the abuse of magic to avoid repeating the same mistakes.

  Magic

   It's wonderful and alluring, but in the face of survival, magic and magic are not necessary. "

   "Well said."

  The Great Magister's eyes gleamed.

She was ready to be refuted, but she didn't expect that Aria Lanyue, who had been dealing with her in the past, was suddenly enlightened, and she actually supported her plan and said what she wanted by the way. Something to say but hard to say.

  Once the Well of Eternity is blown up, the city of Suramar, which sits on the Nightwell, will inevitably become the center of the elf civilization in the next era, and the Great Magister who rules the Nightwell also hopes to become the next Queen Azshara.

   Of course, such an arrogant idea can only be enjoyed in Elisande's mind, and it is far from being implemented.

   But that didn't stop Ms. Elisande from looking at the stubborn Aria Bluemoon tonight. It turns out that this very rustic, traditional and boring old maid is not a hopeless fool.

  Perhaps in a future Elisander dynasty, she can give Lady Blue Moon a position to serve her.

   "The plan itself is like this. If it is determined to be adopted, then we only need to discuss some details."

   Elisande rubbed his delicate chin and said to the two in front of him:

   "Of course, this requires the approval of Lord Ravencrest, after all, he is the absolute leader of the resistance army. In addition, I have some good news to tell the two of you, please pass it on to the high lord.

   Just a few hours ago, I received some encrypted magical communications from elsewhere, from some of the Highborne high-ranking nobles who were trapped in Zin Azsari.

   This includes bigwigs like Dath'Remar Sunstrider.

   They jointly sent a document to Suramar, and they were willing to cooperate with the rebels to do everything, as long as they could defeat the demon and overthrow the tyrant Azshara.

   As a matter of sincerity, the armed and private armies of the great nobles scattered throughout the empire have begun to gather towards Suramar and Black Rook Castle.

  I made a rough count, and the number of noble vassals and troops who came to aid was very considerable. Not only could they make up for the battle losses at Black Rook Castle, but they could also make up another vanguard group for the great lord. "

The news of the    Great Magister boosted the morale of the Star Eye Commander. He finally smiled and said:

"This means that the great nobles who have been secretly communicating with Lord Ravencase have made up their minds. Those troops are second, mainly the nobles trapped in the capital can be our eyes and the best responders. Once With a plan on our side, the attack on the Well of Eternity can begin quickly.

   But I'm curious, what made those arrogant and foolishly loyal to Queen Azshara to change their minds? "

   "Of course our victory!"

   Elisande said with a weird smile:

   "This victory gives them hope, and as far as I know, those nobles who are loyal to Queen Azshara have a very difficult time in Sin Azshara.

   Their foolish loyalty has not been rewarded and rewarded. In order to open the portal to welcome the arrival of the mysterious **** of darkness, the Lord of Demons, the Queen asked her nobles to work day and night like lowly servants.

   Even nobles were exhausted to death by the Well of Eternity.

   It seems that Azshara is really crazy.

  I can't imagine how the once wise His Majesty could do such a stupid thing.

   She claims to have formed an alliance with the devil in order to create a perfect paradise for the upper elves, but if she continues to act like this, those foolish loyalists can't wait for the promised perfect paradise to be buried with corpses for Azshara's dark fantasy.

   In this case, if it were me, I would also secretly resist, not to mention that after Suramar’s victory, they already had a clear second choice. "

   "How many Highborne are there in Zin Asari now?"

   Ms. Lan Yue asked in a low voice.

   Elisander thought for a while and replied:

   "According to the personal letter of Her Excellency Das Reema, before the demons started to attack, the queen ordered all the high elves in the whole country to be transferred to the capital. A conservative estimate is that there are at least 300,000 people there."

"very good."

   A cold light flashed in Lan Yue's eyes, she said:

   "That means we can solve these 'troubles' all at once, and now there's one last question left, Elisande, in your plan, what are you going to use to blow up the Well of Eternity?

   That, after all, is not something that can be solved by any random arcane bomb. "

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  In the military camp in Suramar City, the soldiers who were withdrawn from the front line were resting, and a group of commanders who were lucky enough to survive the battlefield in the center of the noisy camp were also relaxing in their own way.

   The original headquarters of the city defense army was tyrannically occupied by these uncles, but the cowardly chief of the city defense army did not dare to argue with these murderous bastards.

   He even had to buy a lot of fine wine out of his own pocket to serve these heroes and warriors.

   But no one is dissatisfied with this. After all, they fought the demons outside the city. Without them, the city of Suramar would be in a terrible desperate situation.

   "Yo, Commander Jarod, why are you here?"

  As a young man walked into the headquarters of the city defense army, the captain and generals who were drinking suddenly stood up noisily, welcoming the arrival of the great hero who saved everyone at the last moment.

   Young Garrod was a little uncomfortable with the cheers.

   Everyone in front of him was applauding, and many people patted him on the shoulder and seemed to be familiar, but in fact this was just the first time they met, and the big man who used to look down on him took the initiative to shake hands and deliver wine glasses.

   He was pulled to the table where the generals were.

   Someone was urging him to tell his story, and everyone was curious about how Jarod Shadowsong, a little-known young man, persuaded the mysterious dragons to come to support the battlefield.

  Jarrod couldn't do anything but began to tell the story after he was sent to the Dragon Territory by Lord Cenarius.

   Although the young man humbly put all the credit on the friendly demigods and dragon kings, his story still caused exclamations from the people around him.

   After all, even the arrogant elves are still in awe of the guardian dragons soaring in the sky, not to mention that at the last moment of the war, their lives were almost all saved by demigods and giant dragons.

  People, always learn to be grateful.

Of course, Garrod is no longer an ordinary soldier. Before Lord Ravencrest fell into a coma, the last order given by the general of the army was to promote Garrod Shadowsong to his combat staff, and He was given full responsibility for foreign affairs between the Resistance and its allies.

   For a commoner like Garrod, who came from the bottom of the elf society, this is almost a step to the sky.

   But what happened to Illidan before did not happen to Jarod.

  Although some people secretly said that this young man was just lucky, but most of the commanders and soldiers who survived the battlefield did not repay Jarod's good luck with jealousy or ridicule.

  The reason is very simple. If you have the ability, you can also pull a group of demigods and giant dragons to the rescue when everyone needs it?

   This is definitely not something that anyone can do casually, this is a real skill! And people who have real skills will naturally be looked upon differently by others.

   A person who can achieve the level of a high-ranking commander may be mediocre, but he is definitely not stupid.

  The demons will come back just after being repelled. The next time they fight, they will have to rely on the magical diplomatic talent of Jarod Shadowsong to draw reinforcements to fight.

   In this case, who would want to offend someone who can save himself from a desperate situation?

   "Great, right?

   This feeling of being surrounded and touted by other people, look at these big people who are unwilling to look at you directly on weekdays so flatteringly call you brothers.

   even patted his chest and said he wanted to find you a marriage.

   Hehe, how does it feel to be in the circle of big people?

  Would you like to share it with me? "

   When Jarod had a few glasses of wine and gradually got used to the atmosphere and began to discuss war affairs with other high-ranking commanders, the lingering mocking voice reappeared in the ears of Shadowsong's younger brother.

   made him sit up straight, then relaxed again.

  In the noisy hall, Garrod raised his glass to cover up his actions, and said in his heart:

   "It's actually pretty good, if they really know me and respect me. Mr. Black, I know why they're being so polite to me, you don't have to worry about me basking in this illusory sense of accomplishment.

  To be honest, rather than wasting time here, I'm more worried about whether the soldiers returning to the city will sleep soundly tonight, and our 'allies'.

  The demigods returned to the forest, and the dragon left only one representative. I am very worried about this. Maybe they just came to help and not willing to join the rebel army for a long time.

  I am more worried that if the soldiers pin their hopes on their allies but do not participate in the next war with the demons, these hidden forces, what are we going to do to defeat the demons? "

   "Well, this mentality is not bad."

   Black chuckled and said:

   "But are you expecting me to give you an answer? Garrod, I've already helped you so much, do I still have to feed the last bite of food into your mouth?

  Although I am your brother-in-law, you still have to find a way to do some things yourself. Didn't the sober Ravencase give you the title of 'diplomat' before he fell into a coma?

  Can't you guess what the high lord wants you to do? "

"I know."

  Jarrod pursed his lips, and very friendly toasted the commander of the huntress who persuaded him to drink. While drinking, he said to the pirates worriedly:

   "But to be honest, I don't have much confidence.

  The demigods were found by Brothers Stormrage. I didn't participate in it, and I don't know what kind of agreement the demigods and Druids reached, while the dragon.

   I used your advice to convince the dragon.

   But I can feel that those powerful creatures don't really care about the survival of the elf empire, they come to the battlefield just to fulfill their mission.

   Their dispatch has nothing to do with my persuasion.

  If you let me do it again.

   I mean, if it's a long-term alliance, I really have no confidence at all, I'm not a professional diplomat, and what the Blue Dragon King said to me is mean but reasonable.

   Lord Malygos said that this disaster was caused by the elves, and the elves should be responsible for it. "

   "So you're distressed?"

   Black snorted and said:

   "You can't think of a reason to convince them to ally with you. You are worried that you will fail Ravencrest's expectations, just like Illidan who almost made himself crazy."

   "I think so, but I am more afraid that my failure will directly lead to the collapse of the rebel army, and many people will die because of my failure."

   Garoder said in a low voice:

   "Frankly, it was stressful for me, and I felt like I was taking on a pressure that a normal person like me should not be taking on."

   "Don't panic, young man."

  The pirate was silent for a few seconds, then hypocritically persuaded:

   "This is a big deal, and it's useless to panic.

But I think you can think about this issue from a different angle. You see, if you don't do it, another person will do it, but you have already succeeded once after all, and you have experience, although that experience is not enough to help you deal with the trouble.

   But I ask you, would you wish to give yourself and the hope of the rebel army to a stranger you are not familiar with and have never dealt with dragons and demigods?

   Would you entrust your hope of survival to a Highborne noble diplomat who served Queen Azshara? "

   Brother Shadowsong fell silent.

  Blake also laughed and said:

   "Look, you don't want to, no one wants to.

This is the survival instinct of life, just like you are sitting in a carriage that is rushing towards a cliff, even if you know the driver in front of you is very professional, but at the last moment you still want to hold the reins in your hands .

   Desperate struggle is an explanation for myself.

   This kind of stubborn action may not make you survive, but at least at the moment of death, you can calmly tell yourself that you have worked hard.

  I don't have much time to give you psychological counseling, Garrod, but I, the evil **** who has experienced some things, can teach you some superficial life lessons.

   I call this thing Dark Wisdom.

  In the place where I came, countless people are willing to give everything just to listen to my wisdom.

   Now, since your sister is doing something really exciting with me, I'm going to teach it to you for free. Oh, don't think about it, bad boy, I'm just training her to fight demons. "

   Black gave a mocking and malicious explanation to make Jarod, who was about to get up, sit back in his chair again.

   He coughed a few times and said to Yingge’s younger brother:

   "If you want to convince others, you have to convince yourself first.

  You have to have a logically correct rhetoric, don’t use too many emotional words to describe the bright future, just briefly tell those who you need to persuade and what benefits they can get if they help you.

   This is the first step.

  If you can't win them by profit alone, you have to tell them what they will lose if they don't help you.

   This is the second step.

  If you can't convince them to walk with you by telling the truth, you have to make some gestures.

   For example, tell the dragons that if they sit back and watch the rebels fall, you will take Suramar's soldiers to surrender to Queen Azshara and turn the Nightwell into a second demonic portal"

   "Will they believe it?"

   Garrod asked in surprise.

   Black snorted and said:

   "Look what stupid question this is, it doesn't matter if they believe it or not? The question is whether they dare to bet on how crazy mortals are when they are desperate.

  Have you never blackmailed other people since you were a child? "

"Oh."

   Garrod nodded, remembering this evil suggestion in his heart, and he asked urgently:

   "Any other suggestions? Mr. Black."

"Um?"

   The pirate stretched his voice and snorted, dissatisfied with the title.

   Garrod immediately changed his tune and said:

   "Help me, brother-in-law, I want to learn your dark wisdom."

   "That's about it, so, listen up. The key to a perfect fraud is."

   (end of this chapter)