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Stormwind Mage God

This is a tale of a young guy who travels to the world of Azeroth. He's all about love and justice (and not turning into a ghoul), not afraid to give up everything (he can run back to his corpse to respawn), and on a mission to find what's been lost: morals/morality and humanity (integrity). He never stops trying to regain his integrity, even when he falls off the wagon. ------------- Hello everyone I am back with a new Project!!!!! Yes this was previously partially translated on here -https://www.webnovel.com/book/stormwind-mage-god_25830019606309105 I started over from scratch and did not use any of the previous translator's work. To reiterate- this is a CN translation and not an original story. If you're not into Chinese fanfics this is probably not for you. I am not a professional, this is just a hobby for me, and I am just a 1 man team. I do the best that I can with what I have. The more motivated I am the more active I will be in editing up to chapter 80ish to the current standard. If you like what I do feel free to buy me a coffee at https://www.buymeacoffee.com/GPTandChill - or sign up for my patreon @ patreon.com/GPT_And_Chill

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Chapter 349: The Aftermath of Drunkenness...

A drunk man weighs a ton.

This is the shared sentiment of every unfortunate woman who has to take care of a drunken man.

The only consolation is that as soon as they left the room, one of Duke's knights came up to shoulder the burden of the Alliance's most expensive drunkard.

"Ah, we'll take it from here to the VIP room," said Gavinrad, the chosen captain of the knights, as he took over Duke with a smile.

At a time when the Alliance is functioning well and winning at every turn, it's not an exaggeration to say that Duke is the most important person in the Alliance. There's even a slightly exaggerated saying that the Blademaster of the Burning Blade Clan could assassinate anyone, but as long as Duke is still around, the Alliance will not collapse.

Gavinrad and another knight each held one of Duke's arms, with twelve fully armed knights guarding them as they escorted Duke to the room designated as the state guesthouse.

Before entering the room, Vanessa's expression and demeanor were elegant and fitting for a maid.

But when the two knights placed Duke, the big drunkard, on the bed and said, "We leave our lord in your hands, Miss VanCleef," Vanessa's face inexplicably turned red.

Thump, thump!

Her heart was beating so fast.

She didn't think much of it at first, but after those two guys mentioned it, she felt like something was going to happen.

She had heard too many terrible incidents of noble lords bullying maids in the past. Things like a noble young master's live teaching material for adult knowledge, or a count's mistress...

Almost subconsciously, Vanessa lifted her maid's skirt, not for any ulterior motive, but purely for the convenience of pulling out the flying knife strapped to her thigh.

The next moment, Vanessa felt like an idiot.

"Damn, if I really hurt Duke, my dad would be the first to kill me," Vanessa muttered.

You see, during the recent New Year, Edwin VanCleef had returned to Southshore. He excitedly explained to her the progress in Westfall.

According to Duke's arrangement, he and Gryan Stoutmantle successfully established a base in the mine of Moonbrook town in Westfall. Not only did they successfully rescue over two thousand people under the Horde's nose and safely send them to Southshore, but they also firmly established themselves in the mine.

"Using the complex terrain of the mine, we killed over 500 orcs with a loss of less than 30 on our side. So we decided to name it the Deadmines, signifying it as the grave of all orcs."

Edwin didn't know that he had made history take an interesting turn. The Deadmines appeared ahead of time, but in another form, a more righteous, glorious, and great form.

"Vanessa, I've heard of Master Marcus's great deeds, tens of thousands of orcs. Oh, by the Light, I think the master's wisdom can almost rival that of Emperor Thoradin. A hero in the human world who fights against evil foreign races! But can you imagine? Such a great person doesn't have any offspring yet. What if something unfortunate happens to him, how can I, Gryan, Reginald, and other loyal subjects continue our loyalty to the master? Oh, just thinking about it, I feel like my heart is breaking."

Feeling her father's fanatical admiration for Duke, Vanessa was speechless. Vanessa, who was still young, didn't have much of a real sense of Duke's greatness, at most she thought Duke was very powerful. The problem is, now her dad seems to be practically offering her up on a silver platter!

Thinking about how she was already 14 years old, and soon would be the Marshally accepted marriageable age of 15, Vanessa felt conflicted.

The only consolation was that, although her father had hinted quite clearly, he was still a loving father who didn't directly force her.

End of flashback.

Alright, here's the question, if Duke were to become beastly, should she comply or not?

Vanessa, in her extreme indecision, poked Duke's rather handsome face with her index finger.

"Huh huh huh," came the steady sound of breathing.

Well, this damn duke's drinking habits are pretty good. At least he doesn't curse or go crazy when he's drunk, and there's no beastly behavior.

Squatting at the head of the bed, looking at Duke's calm and young face, it was hard to imagine that this overly young man was leading hundreds of thousands of soldiers and even held the core of the Alliance, which controlled the future of all humans.

"If only it seems not to be," Vanessa's self-talk was interrupted by a commotion at the door.

"Let me in! I have the most urgent matter to find Duke!" This was a female voice that Vanessa was also familiar with.

"Sorry, the deputy commander just had a drinking contest with King Kurdran Wildhammer and is now passed out drunk. If you have any business, please come back tomorrow." This was the voice of Knight Captain Gavinrad, obviously, he and his men were blocking the way.

"By the Sunwell! How can he get drunk at this time! No, I must see him, I can't wait a second."

"Move aside, even if we have to splash him with water to wake him up." This was another woman's voice.

The houses of the Wildhammer dwarves are mostly built in caves. The entire state guesthouse, except for a secret exit for escape, only has one main entrance. When Vanessa opened the door, she saw the Windrunner sisters arguing with the knights.

Yes, not only was there Sylvanas, but also Alleria, who seemed to have just rushed back, looking travel-worn.

Their argument woke up quite a few people.

Gavinrad the Dire and Reginald who hadn't drunk much, and Jandice who hadn't drunk much at all, all came out.

Seeing this scene, Jandice suddenly remembered Duke's shocking layout and had an epiphany.

This situation is probably within your budget, isn't it?

But have you ever thought about the fact that you would get drunk?

Jandice gently flicked her black hair, a cute curve appeared at the corner of her mouth, she rarely gave a false order: "Master Marcus said that if the Windrunner sisters come, let them in. If Sir Gavinrad is not at ease, you can also let the Windrunner sisters enter after they have removed their weapons, of course, Sir Gavinrad can also come in."

Everyone knew about Duke's special relationship with Alleria, but no one broke the silence.

In fact, weapons and the like were not the point.

With the urgency of the situation, Alleria very efficiently removed her longbow and ranger short sword, handing them to another elf ranger who was with her.

She and Sylvanas almost rushed into the room, then saw Vanessa standing by Duke's bed.

Vanessa spoke up: "I'm sorry, but the lord is very drunk. If possible, I'd rather you didn't wake him. In fact, even if he wakes up, he can't do anything."

Alleria's face, which was almost always full of confidence, dignified and radiant, collapsed almost instantly.

"Oh my God! Quel'Thalas is about to be attacked! And you're drunk!?"