Bab 340: Chapter 340: The Battle of Hinterlands Begins
At the forefront of the incoming party were a man and a woman.
The woman was an elven ranger, her proud and wild radiance rivaled the stars in the sky. Her impressive battle record, including nearly a thousand effective kills, even counting the dragon riders in the sky, made her the envy of all the archers in the Alliance.
The man was a mage, far too young for his position. The Star insignia on his left chest told everyone that he was a rare young Morningstar mage. But what was most striking was his calm and casual demeanor, as if he could obliterate countless armies with a mere jest. His wise eyes revealed his commanding presence.
King Llane sighed lightly, "Lothar did well in Silverpine Forest."
Marshal Turalyon agreed, "Yes! Marshal Lothar is a born commander."
While Duke was busy with the battle in Arathi Highlands, Lothar did indeed do well on his end. He took advantage of the Horde's urgency to expand their living space, pretended to collapse the defense line, and after sacrificing nearly a hundred kilometers of the southern defense line of Silverpine Forest, he organized all the cavalry teams to encircle the protruding orcs. In conjunction with the fff team's flamethrower unit, they killed a total of fifty thousand orc soldiers in one fell swoop.
This completely changed the power ratio between the Alliance and the Horde in Silverpine Forest.
After this battle, the Horde basically lost the ability to penetrate into Tirisfal Glades. However, under the circumstances where Grom Hellscream chose to hold on, the Alliance's attack on the Horde camp also felt a bit like a rat pulling a turtle - nowhere to start.
It's a blessing for a country to have a commander.
Who would have thought that the two most shining commanders in the entire Eight Kingdoms Alliance would both belong to the Kingdom of Stormwind?
Even Llane, who had watched Duke rise step by step, felt a sense of happiness as if he was about to starve to death and was hit by a pie falling from the sky.
After a series of big battles, not only were the citizens preserved, but the elite soldiers of the Kingdom of Stormwind were also trained.
Soldiers who have not experienced real combat, no matter how well trained, are easy to die. Looking at the eight countries of the Alliance, where is there such a blessing as the Kingdom of Stormwind, with the original fifty thousand elite soldiers evacuated from Stormwind City as the backbone, successfully training a total of one hundred and twenty thousand strong soldiers through two defensive battles?
This is still a rough number. In fact, according to Duke's guidance, there is a de facto killing of prisoners in the Stormwind Kingdom control area.
It's not entirely correct to accuse Stormwind Kingdom of killing prisoners, because it's nominally a gladiatorial match. But it's often 10 fully armed militiamen who have undergone four weeks of military training against one orc.
The militia can freely kill the orc, but the orc is not allowed to kill the militia. The death of any militiaman will lead to the beheading of 20 orc prisoners.
In this way, the Kingdom of Stormwind is quickly and effectively training all adult men.
Although the Church of the Holy Light has also had some words about this behavior, Lordaeron also has a gladiatorial arena, this form of killing prisoners, really leaves people speechless.
Moreover, among the hundreds of thousands of refugees in the Kingdom of Stormwind, who doesn't have deep hatred and blood feud with the orcs?
If the current Kingdom of Stormwind is really desperate and willing to exhaust its soldiers,
it can immediately pull out three hundred thousand soldiers. Just ask if you orcs are afraid. Of course, until the last moment, King Llane would never send the last man of the Kingdom of Stormwind to the battlefield. Because for the plan of restoration of the country, it would definitely be a nightmare.
Fortunately, King Llane has Duke.
A commander who is most careful and meticulous, using the smallest cost to achieve the greatest victory.
"Duke—" Seeing Duke coming, Llane was the first to dismount, opening his arms to greet Duke.
"Uh." Duke was a bit surprised. In his and everyone's impression, only Anduin and Medivh, the childhood friends of the king, could receive such treatment from Llane.
This treatment, even Duke Bolvar Fordragon, the heir of the Fordragon family who has been loyal to the Wrynn family for a thousand years, does not have.
Clearly, from now on, in the core adminisstration of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Duke Marcus will be an unshakeable name.
"Duke, you've worked hard." There were undisguised... tears in Llane's eyes.
It was pity, it was sigh, but more of it was moved.
Everyone knows that once the Horde is defeated, the biggest beneficiary will definitely be the Kingdom of Stormwind. It will go from a destroyed kingdom that only exists on paper to a powerful country that shakes all sides again.
The people are still there, the strong soldiers are already there, the navy is strong, what is lacking is the fertile land that was once owned.
Finally, after Llane finished his embrace, Duke, who was released from that suffocating bear hug, smiled.
"No, for the Kingdom of Stormwind, everything is worth it."
"Don't be modest, we all know about your great achievements in Arathi Highlands." Marshal Turalyon complimented Duke straightforwardly: "35,000 orc soldiers and 12,000 peons killed, 23,000 seriously injured. You fought this blocking battle really fiercely."
Duke rubbed his nose a bit embarrassedly with his index finger: "No, I didn't do much, the key to the matter is that I found a record of Princess Myzrael in an ancient book from Karazhan, then first released her from her imprisonment, then defeated her, then imprisoned her... well, I feel like I'm just wasting my time."
Duke's casual description of defeating tens of thousands of orc armies made the people around him feel a sense of awe.
Patting Duke's shoulder, Llane didn't waste words: "Alright, I'm handing these fifty thousand elites to you. You saved them before, even though I have absolute confidence in you, but let me say it first, every man in the Kingdom of Stormwind is precious, I don't want you to lose them."
Duke made a promise: "Don't worry. I'll take fifty thousand people and at least bring back an additional hundred thousand elite soldiers for the Alliance."
Almost at the same time, in Hinterlands.
"Over there, my king! Look!"
Kurdran Wildhammer - the king of the Wildhammer dwarves, a dwarf king with an orange, flame-like beard. As the most famous gryphon rider in the Wildhammer clan, he had a best partner, his gryphon, Sky'ree.
Following the direction pointed by a dwarf named Frandis.
Kurdran's sharp eyes caught something. He kicked Sky'ree with his heel. His gryphon mount responded with a light neigh, tightening its wings and beginning to dive.
Soon, he could vaguely see a large pile of things moving through the forest below.
Trolls?
No,
definitely not.
Ever since the War of the Three Hammers 230 years ago, when the Wildhammer dwarves left Khaz Modan and moved north to the Hinterlands, settling in Aerie Peak, they've had numerous conflicts with the trolls here.
Even if turned to ashes, the Wildhammer dwarves would recognize what trolls look like.
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