Chapter 339: Lothar's Smile

Following Duke's instructions, Jandice was conducting a magical live broadcast.

On the other side of the communication mirror, the voice of King Thoras Trollbane came through, "Duke, you are forever a brother to the people of Stromgarde."

No one understood better than Thoras the significance of Duke dealing with these orcs. The more elite orcs Duke killed, the easier it would be for them to defend Stromgarde.

Stromgarde was indeed easy to defend but hard to attack, but no fortress could hold out forever.

To the west and south of Stromgarde were sea cliffs. In fact, at the bottom of the cliffs was a beach. The Alliance, which controlled the sea, could still reach there through the eastern beach of Southshore and provide support to Stromgarde through a secret tunnel at the bottom of the cliffs.

So, Stromgarde was not an isolated fortress.

After the system prompt in his mind announced, "Your reputation with Stromgarde is permanently set to [Revered]," Duke snapped his fingers nonchalantly.

"Let's go."

"Go? Where are we going?" Sylvanas asked.

"It's time to go to the Hinterlands. I think there should be news from there soon."

"And... what about this Earth Princess?"

Duke glanced at the image transmitted by the Eye of the Mage, where Princess Theradras was wreaking havoc. A wicked smile curled up at the corner of Duke's mouth.

"Little sister, you've been with me for so long, you should learn to trust me, right?"

"Get lost! Who's your little sister!" If it weren't for the fact that there were many people around Duke and it wouldn't look good in public, Sylvanas would definitely make Duke pay.

In fact, not only the Banshee Queen didn't understand, but Jandice and the knights also didn't understand.

Here, Gavinrad was the one who knew Duke's deeds the best.

"Cough, cough!" He knew he had to play the role of a sycophant, and now was the perfect moment, "Sir Marcus's plan is the most precise. If I'm not mistaken, the magic circle's enhancement of Princess Theradras is time-limited."

Everyone present was no fool, and they understood with a hint.

Damn it! That's indeed cunning, letting an earth elemental princess who had been sealed for who knows how many years and was clearly not a good character fight to the death with the Horde, and then when the Horde and the princess were almost done fighting, directly cancel the enhancement...

This, this, this is just too despicable and shameless!

But...

We love it!

Duke and his party left lightly. He didn't confirm the results of the battle again, he just left in front of the Horde's dragon riders. Sylvanas sat on the roof of the carriage with her bow, clearly showing a posture of 'who dares to come over, I'll shoot you'.

In the face of the situation where they dared not attack rashly, the Dragonmaw clan's riders practically sent Duke out of the territory with courtesy.

The soldiers of Thoradin's Wall watched as Duke and his party, followed by dozens of flying dragons in the sky, came slowly, all of them were dumbfounded.

The gatekeeper on duty really didn't know whether to open the gate or not.

"Open the gate!" The appearance of Marshal Abbendis, the highest commander in charge of Thoradin's Wall at this moment, relieved the pressure on the gatekeeper.

Abbendis rubbed his brows and smiled bitterly at his subordinates without any concealment, "I thought only Lothar was a true warrior, but I didn't expect Duke's courage to be so astonishing. With the two of them, the Kingdom of Stormwind doesn't need to worry about the restoration of the kingdom... Alright, let the Gryphon Squadron take off in full force to welcome our heroes."

"But the Gryphon Squadron is no match for the dragons!" Abbendis's adjutant reminded.

"Fool, if those idiots on the other side dare to fight you, won't you fly to the low altitude near Deputy Commander Marcus? The High Elf archer goddess is there." Looking at Sylvanas, Abbendis had an indescribable envy.

That's the highest level of elven ranger hero!

In a plain battle, it might not be noticeable, but once it enters the forest battle that the rangers are best at, this level of ranger is like a god. Heavy armored infantry, mages, strong orcs, in her eyes, it's just a matter of one arrow, there's no difference at all. Given enough time and arrows, she alone could wipe out an entire legion.

Unfortunately, on the surface, they came to support Lothar, but in fact, they have been following Duke from the beginning, and no one can command them.

"Well, if I had a choice, I would rather have the ranger heroine than the princess." Of course, Abbendis only dared to say this in his heart. If he dared to say it out loud, he would definitely be given a hard time by King Terenas, who failed to sell his daughter.

After passing through Thoradin's Wall, Duke rushed to Tarren Mill.

The current Tarren Mill is far from the town of death ruled by the Forsaken in the future. There is no messy poison gas, no gloomy bones. Now Tarren Mill is just a territory under the rule of Alterac, belonging to the Barov family.

At this moment, a huge army is gathering on both sides of the main road south of the town.

The blue and gold lion flag held high by the leading knight clearly indicates the affiliation of this army - the Kingdom of Stormwind.

King Llane stood on horseback like a sword.

This once distressed king who had lost his capital and seemed like a homeless dog now looked very different. Loyal knights surrounded and protected him.

And behind him, were a full fifty thousand elite infantry.

Seeing a scout waving his hand on a hill in the distance.

A smile appeared on Llane's resolute face.

"Line up!"

With one command, the messenger immediately blew the horn.

The soldiers who were sitting by the side of the road in a resting state performed perfectly.

There was no panic at all, each one seemed like an automatic puzzle guided by an inexplicable force, and in an instant, they found their own positions, forming long and straight marching squares.

The armor was well worn on their bodies. Because it was a march, each soldier only wore half body armor, but their shields tied to their hands were well tied, and as long as there was a slight movement, they could immediately draw their swords, raise their shields, and form a solid shield wall with their comrades.

And the pikemen near the inside of the team would immediately erect their long spears, turning the formation into a giant porcupine.

The commanders of each squadron came out one by one to inspect the ranks of their subordinates, but in fact, they were just playing a supervisory role. The squad leaders of each squad had already well restrained their subordinates.

In just ten minutes, an orderly marching formation had appeared on both sides of the road.

At this time, a small cavalry team galloped from a distance.

Seeing this scene from afar, both Llane and Marshal Turalyon at his side clearly showed joy. Not only them, but every knight of the Kingdom of Stormwind also showed warm smiles.