Chapter 342 The Battle of the Hinterlands (4100 Monthly Pass)

At the head of the line of visitors were a man and a woman.

The woman is an elf-ranger, proud and wild with a light comparable to the stars in the sky. The impressive record endows her with style, including the dragoons flying in the sky, the effective shooting kills of nearly four digits are enough to make her proud of the entire alliance's shooter corps.

The man was an extremely young mage, and the star emblem on his left chest told everyone that this was an extremely rare young morning star mage. But the most eye-catching thing is his calmness and ease. His supreme demeanor, which seems to wipe out thousands of troops in the midst of talking and laughing, deeply attracted every soldier.

And the brilliance of wisdom in his eyes fully revealed his commander-in-chief temperament.

Ryan sighed softly: "Lothar played very well in Silverpine Forest."

General Seamus replied: "Yes! Commander Lothar is a natural commander."

When Duke was busy with the Arathi Heights campaign, Lothar did play well there. He took advantage of the tribe's eagerness to expand the living space, pretended that the defense line collapsed, and after sacrificing nearly a hundred kilometers of defense line in the southern part of the Silver Pine Forest, he organized all the cavalry, made dumplings for the orcs in the salient, and cooperated with the FFF regiment to spray flames The weapon troop besieged and killed a total of 50,000 orc soldiers in one fell swoop.

This completely changed the balance of power between the Alliance and the Horde in Silverpine Forest.

After this battle, the Horde basically lost the ability to break into the Tirisfal Woodlands. However, with Grom Hellscream choosing to stick to it, the Alliance's attack on the Horde's camp also felt a bit like a mouse pulling a turtle.

It is already a country's fortune to have a handsome talent in a country.

Who would have thought that the two most shining commanders in the entire Eight-Nation Alliance are actually owned by the Stormwind Kingdom?

Even Ryan, who watched Duke rise step by step, felt the happiness of being hit by a pie falling from the sky when he was about to starve to death.

After a series of battles, not only the citizens were saved, but also the elite soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom were trained.

A soldier who has never experienced real combat is a rookie who is easily killed no matter how well trained he is. Looking at the eight countries of the alliance, where is the Kingdom of Stormwind so happy? With the 50,000 elite soldiers originally withdrawn from Stormwind City as the backbone, they successfully trained a full 120,000 strong soldiers through two defensive battles?

This is still a rough number. In fact, according to Duke's guidance, there are disguised killings of prisoners in the area controlled by the Stormwind Kingdom.

It is not entirely correct to accuse the Stormwind Kingdom of killing prisoners, because the name is a gladiatorial competition. It's just that it's often 10 armed militiamen who have received four weeks of military training against an orc.

The militiamen can kill the orcs at will, but the orcs are not allowed to kill the militiamen. Any militia death will result in the decapitation of 20 orc captives.

The Stormwind Kingdom used this method to quickly and effectively train all adult men.

Although the Church of Holy Light had criticized this kind of behavior, Lordaeron also had an arena, and this way of killing captives made people speechless.

What's more, among the hundreds of thousands of refugees in the Stormwind Kingdom, who has no blood and deep feud with the orcs?

If the current Stormwind Kingdom is really in a hurry, if you don't hesitate to use military force, you can immediately pull out 300,000 soldiers, and ask you if you are afraid of orcs. Of course, Ryan will never send the last man in the Stormwind Kingdom to the battlefield until the last moment. Because this is definitely a nightmare for the restoration of the country.

Luckily, King Lane has Duke.

A commander who is the most cost-effective and uses the least price in exchange for the greatest victory.

"Duke—" Seeing Duke approaching, Ryan dismounted first and greeted Duke with open arms.

"Uh." Duke was a little flattered. In his and everyone's impressions, only Anduin and Medivh, the king's childhood friends, could receive such treatment from Ryan.

This kind of treatment, not even Duke Bolvar, the heir of the Fordragon family who has loyally served the Wrynn royal family for thousands of years.

Obviously, from now on, Duke Marcus will be an unshakable name among the most important ministers in the Stormwind Kingdom.

"Duke, you've worked hard." There were undisguised... tears in Ryan's eyes.

That's pity, it's a sigh, and it's more moving.

Everyone knows that once the Horde is defeated, the Stormwind Kingdom must gain the most. It will change from a perishing country that only exists on paper to a powerful country that shakes the world.

The people are still there, the army is strong, the navy is strong, what is lacking is the fertile land that it once owned.

Finally, after Ryan finished hugging and freed himself from the suffocating bear hug, Duke smiled.

"No, everything is worth it for the Stormwind Kingdom."

"What's the point of being modest, we all know your great achievements in the Arathi Highlands." General Seamos complimented Duke bluntly: "Thirty-five thousand orc warriors and twelve thousand hard laborers were killed in battle, and twenty-three thousand were seriously injured. You fought this blocking battle really fiercely."

Duke wiped the tip of his nose with his index finger in embarrassment: "No, I didn't do anything. The key to the matter is that I found a record of Princess Myzrael from Karazhan's ancient book, and then I first released her imprisonment, and then Defeat her, and then imprison her... well, I feel that I am full."

Duke's frivolous attack of defeating an army of tens of thousands of orcs made everyone around him feel awe.

Patting Duke on the shoulder, Ryan didn't talk nonsense: "Okay, I will hand over my 50,000 elites to you. You rescued them before, even if I have absolute confidence in you, but the words are up front. The men in the Stormwind Kingdom died one by one, and I don’t want you to lose them by mistake.”

Duke promised: "Don't worry. If I bring 50,000 people there, at least I will bring back an additional 100,000 elites to the league."

Almost at the same time, in the Hinterlands.

"There, my king! Look!"

Kurdran* Wildhammer - King of the Wildhammer dwarves, a king of the dwarves with a beard that resembles orange flames. As the most famous Griffin Rider in the Wildhammer tribe, he has a best partner, that is his Griffin Scarlet.

Follow the direction pointed by his hand, a dwarf named Flander.

Kurdran's sharp eyes caught something. He kicked Scarley with his heel. His griffin mount hissed softly in response, tightening its wings and diving downward.

Soon, he could vaguely see a mass of things moving through the forest below.

troll?

No, absolutely not.

Since the War of the Three Hammers 230 years ago, the Wildhammer dwarves left Khaz Modan and went north to the Hinterlands, where they cultivated and recuperated in the Eagle's Nest Mountain, and they often clashed with the trolls here.

A Wildhammer dwarf would recognize a troll in ashes.