Chapter 350: The Kind of Teammate Who's a Pig

It was a sense of despair as if the sky was falling.

At such a moment, every minute, every second was crucial for survival. Who would have thought that Duke, who was key to the situation, would be dead drunk at this time!?

Quel'Thalas?

Even Marshal Bolvar, who had rushed over, and all the Alliance Marshals were a bit stunned.

They had just driven the Horde out of Hinterlands, making the homeland of the Wildhammer dwarves safe. And now they were saying that Quel'Thalas was in trouble?

Duke hadn't shared his 'divine prediction' with many people. In the minds of Marshals like Windsor and Bolvar, the Horde might turn back to Hillsbrad? Or go directly to Lordaeron? Or go north to recruit those filthy trolls into the Horde, and then seek opportunities.

No one expected that this 'detached force' of the Horde would ignore Stratholme, the holy city not far to the northwest, and plan to attack Quel'Thalas directly to the north.

Marshal Bolvar shook his head hard, trying to drive away the drunkenness in his mind: "Lady Alleria, are you sure that the main force of the Horde is heading to Quel'Thalas?"

"God, I've confirmed it myself, only a small part of the orcs and trolls are staying here. The rest have turned north, at least fifty thousand orcs and trolls have crossed the forests of Hinterlands, they are crossing the mountains, continuing to go to the northern plains." Alleria looked at the faces of these Alliance Marshals with anxious and painful eyes: "You don't know this? Didn't Duke tell you his prediction?"

For a moment, the Alliance, or more accurately, these Marshals from Stormwind, looked a bit strange.

Bolvar, the commander of the Griffin Legion and the deputy commander of the Alliance army who had come to Eagles' Nest Mountain, stroked his chin beard: "First question, since Lord Marcus told you about his prediction, and you left the Alliance early to return to Quel'Thalas to warn them. Why doesn't Quel'Thalas fight for itself? As far as I know, Quel'Thalas has been fighting with the trolls for thousands of years, and its combat power should not be unable to stop fifty thousand orcs, right?"

Alleria's face turned pale in an instant.

She didn't want to recall what she had encountered in Silvermoon City.

That day, it happened to be the day of the king's meeting with the Silvermoon Council.

Alleria stormed in.

By rights, she, a mere ranger Marshal, was not allowed to enter without being summoned. But her roar stunned the gate officer.

"Nearly a hundred thousand orcs and trolls are on their way to Quel'Thalas, and you want me to wait outside?" She used her reputation and momentum to overpower the gate officer.

Under the 'escort' of four royal guards, Alleria stormed into the council.

The decoration in the Silvermoon Council Hall was beautiful, with luxurious gold and warm flame red interspersed between tall white jade pillars and walls. Every piece of furniture and every curtain here was a priceless work of art. Any one of them that went out into the human world would cause all the nobles to scramble for it, auctioning it off at an unimaginable price.

Alleria had no heart to appreciate it.

She completely ignored the huge red harp-shaped shields of the four guards beside her, ignored the long double-headed curved blades in their hands, and had no mind to watch the reactions of the members of the Silvermoon Council, one of the rulers of the high elves.

Many of the high elf rulers stood up from their chairs, surprised at her intrusion.

From start to finish, Alleria's focus was only on one person - Anasterian Sunstrider, the king of the high elves.

"What's going on?" Anasterian asked his chief of guards.

The chief of guards had an embarrassed look on his face, he could only grit his teeth and shake his head.

The high elf king was old, very old even for an elf, his long hair had turned white, his skin was like parchment, like a dried up piece of wood.

He seemed very weak, but his blue eyes still exuded a hint of majesty, and his voice was equally majestic. Instinctively, Alleria wanted to shrink back under his anger, but then she remembered why she was here.

She straightened her back.

"I am Alleria Windrunner." She announced loudly, even though she knew most of the council members recognized her: "I, in accordance with the orders of the house of Sunstrider, supported the progeny of Emperor Thoradin, and fought alongside humans, in Hillsbrad Foothills, in Arathi Highlands, and in many battles. Then I returned here, bringing a very serious message."

Alleria tried to attract the attention of the council members with the most serious tone.

Unfortunately, she still frowned, because she felt the council members' indifference. She could only plow ahead: "The Horde that humans warned us about is real and incredibly powerful. Most of them are strong orcs, eight feet tall and weighing over four hundred pounds, but there are still some other creatures, like forest trolls."

Alleria's words finally elicited some reactions, mixed with gasps and low curses.

Anger was to be expected.

The arrogant high elves might not know what orcs are, in fact, even Alleria herself didn't know before the Battle of Southshore.

That's not important, what's important is that every council member present knows what trolls are. Many of them, including King Anasterian, had participated in the Troll Wars that lasted for hundreds of years four thousand years ago.

But the troll card seemed to backfire a bit.

"You're saying the trolls have joined this Horde?" A grand lord laughed loudly: "That's great, let those trolls follow this Horde you mentioned to fight humans, I hope they roll far away. Maybe humans will help us kill them all."

"Hahaha!" Wild laughter echoed throughout the council hall. Many elf council members laughed and clapped in agreement.

"You don't understand the disaster that's happening on the continent at this moment!" Alleria yelled angrily, she recalled Duke's inference and said directly: "The Horde is not a distant problem that we can ignore and mock! Their Warchief is personally leading at least fifty thousand elite orcs in the northern Hinterlands, five hundred kilometers away. They plan to completely conquer the entire world of Azeroth! Including us here in Quel'Thalas! Moreover, the orcs have an agreement with Zul'jin. They will come! Within a week!"

Alleria pounded on the council's round table, the violent "bang bang" sound finally made the council members lose their mocking expressions.

"Let them come then!" Another elf mage lord from Dakh'an mocked: "No one can survive after passing the Runestone in the forest."

"But the Horde's warlocks..."

"Enough! Alleria Windrunner!" Anasterian slammed the table: "The Runestone is still there! If the enemy you speak of does exist, they are still hundreds of kilometers away. We cannot plunge the nation into panic for your speculation. I promise to pay attention to this matter, but you—get out now!"