Chapter 471: Rhonin, You Idiot

Vereesa was frantic.

On one hand, she was unable to contact her two sisters. If Alleria and Sylvanas had received the message, they would have rushed over immediately. However, the messages she and her rangers had sent to Tirisfal Glades seemed to have sunk into the sea.

She was not worried about the safety of her sisters, in her heart, once they entered the forest, they were the strongest. Clearly, they were being held back by a certain objective, and if she had to guess, that would be Grommash Hellscream. Both sisters had always been irked by the fact that they couldn't take down the brave orc even when they joined forces during the First War at Southshore.

Their fixation, however, left Duke with a lack of powerful supporters.

On the other hand...

If Duke and the other three guards had kept their silence from start to finish, focusing wholeheartedly on the dangerous mission at hand, Vereesa wouldn't be troubled.

The problem was, Duke's journey was too leisurely. If they ignored the fact that this was enemy territory, with at least seven or eight dragon flights passing over their heads every day, this would seem like a leisurely trip. Since landing, they had only traveled a little over 120 kilometers in four days.

This was even slower than the normal marching speed of a human army.

The swamp terrain was a bit difficult to traverse, but there were plenty of paths trampled by orcs. These paths were scattered in all directions, and as long as they headed east, they would definitely not lose their way. But Duke was just riding his horse, chatting with Marian or Gavinrad, occasionally guiding Rhonin, but refusing to speed up.

And everyone could see that Duke's hair was turning white at an accelerated pace, from a tuft at the front of his forehead, to his temples turning white. Vereesa even accidentally noticed that the skin on the inner side of Duke's left arm was starting to show the wrinkles typical of an old man.

Vereesa finally couldn't bear it anymore, she privately pulled Duke behind a small hill, saying, "Duke, have you noticed? Your hair is rapidly turning silver!"

"Is silver bad? Silver is quite beautiful, look at your own silver hair." Duke joked, playing with a strand of Vereesa's fallen silver hair.

This was normally a very affectionate act, and the usual Vereesa would definitely mind, but she didn't care at this moment.

"You're still joking? Duke, aren't you anxious at all? Your life is counting down!"

On Duke's face was a calm and composed look that Vereesa found unimaginable, a mystery.

"I don't know how you view this war. In my opinion, since I joined the Alliance army, then from the moment I enlisted, every soldier in the Alliance should be prepared for sacrifice. Yes, I am also afraid, I do not want to die in agony after being tortured. But since I am bearing the future and destiny of the three races with Lothar, I cannot show cowardice in front of my soldiers."

"But shouldn't we hurry to Grim Batol Fortress?" The beautiful silver-haired elf was waving her tender arms in agitation, using her dramatic body language to express her unease and dissatisfaction: "Or are you saying you know some important intelligence that you think I'm not qualified to know?"

The implication of Vereesa's words was: Duke, do you think I'm not as good as my sisters?

Duke sighed, to tell the truth, Vereesa at this moment really was not as good as her two sisters. Both Alleria and Sylvanas, who had become ranger generals early on, had rich combat experience and were capable of standing alone. Vereesa, because the Silvermoon Council did not want too many ranger generals from the Windrunner family, had always let Vereesa be a small ranger captain.

The current Vereesa had top-tier talent, but lacked experience. Vereesa now, in terms of ability, was far from the 'Leader of the Silver Covenant' she would become later.

Vereesa, who was embarking on a mission on her own for the first time, seemed a bit irritable and lacked patience in observing problems.

Duke couldn't bear to disappoint her: "It's not a matter of qualifications, but that I myself have not yet grasped the point of breakthrough."

"Breakthrough point?"

Duke seemed to sense something, waved at Vereesa and asked her to bring her ear closer.

Vereesa hesitated for a moment, but immediately did as asked. Even though she believed that even if Duke spoke softer, her sharp hearing could capture Duke's words, she had seen Duke whispering intimately with her older sister, and Vereesa, who was extremely curious, always felt that this was a kind of intimacy and approval.

Yes, approval from a very great human leader.

But after leaning in, extending her ear, Vereesa felt a bit regretful. The breath Duke exhaled from his mouth made her pointed ears itch incredibly, it was an unusual, never before felt tingling sensation. The breath of an adult male made her slender and beautiful neck blush in an instant.

She tried hard to hold back, secretly activated her power of wind to disrupt any potential eavesdropping around them. Then Duke's words were indeed very important.

"Yes! The capture of the Red Dragon Queen is part of a series of internal dragon conspiracies. If I'm not mistaken, the Red Dragon Queen is controlled by the artifact imbued with her power and soul, the Demon Soul transformed from the Dragon Soul. This could very well be the work of the notorious Deathwing, the Black Dragon Aspect. I'm trying to attract the attention of Neltharion, making our team part of his conspiracy."

Vereesa, who had always been curious and clever, had read about the War of the Ancients in ancient books.

However, Duke actually planned to dance on the claws of Deathwing, who was manipulating the conspiracy, and then turn around to use the cunning and deceitful Deathwing? Wasn't this too bold?

In Vereesa's estimation, unless Deathwing went to the Sunwell to die, even if all the forces of Quel'Thalas were exhausted, they might not be able to kill this ancient dragon king!

Vereesa's sexy red lips opened in surprise!

She suddenly understood why Duke was traveling so leisurely. But wouldn't this be too obvious? Or is it not obvious enough now to attract Deathwing's attention?

What if Deathwing isn't monitoring this area?

Vereesa's mind was a mess: "How can we achieve the effect you want without leaving traces?"

Just as Duke was about to say something, a loud noise suddenly came from the team. In the surprised eyes of Duke and Vereesa, one or several orc limbs flew into the air, and the effect was caused by a massive arcane energy ball.

Vereesa couldn't help but yell, "Rhonin, you idiot!"