Chapter 352 There Is a Kind of Teammate Who Belongs to the Pig (4500 Monthly Ticket)

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

At times like these, every minute and every second counts to save lives. Who would have thought that Duke, who was the key, would be drunk to death at such a time! ?

Quel'Thalas?

Even with General Seamus who rushed over, all the alliance generals were a little confused.

The Horde had just been driven out of the Hinterlands, making the Wildhammer homeworld safe. Did you say something happened to Quel'Thalas?

Duke didn't tell too many people about his "divine prediction". In the imagination of generals like Windsor and Seamus, might the tribe turn back to Hillsbrad? Or go directly to the King City of Lordaeron? Or go north to recruit those nasty trolls into the Horde first, and then seek opportunities.

No one expected that the tribe's 'partial division' would leave the holy city of Stratholme not far to the northwest and plan to go straight north to attack Quel'Thalas.

General Seamus shook his head vigorously, trying to drive away the drunkenness in his mind: "Ms. Alleria, are you sure the main force of this tribe is going to Quel'Thalas?"

"God, I've confirmed it with my own eyes. Only a small number of orcs and trolls are here. The rest have turned to the north. At least 50,000 orcs and trolls have passed through the forests of the Hinterlands. They They are going over the mountain, and continue to go to the northern plain." Alleria looked at the faces of these alliance generals with nervous and painful eyes: "You don't know this yet? Didn't Duke tell you his prediction? "

For a moment, the alliance, no, to be precise, these generals from the Kingdom of Stormwind all had weird faces.

General Seamus, the head of the Griffin Legion and the deputy commander-in-chief of the Allied Army on Eagle's Nest Mountain, stroked the beard on his chin: "First of all, the first question, since Lord Marcus told you about his prediction, You left the alliance early and returned to Quel'Thalas to warn. Why didn't Quel'Thalas fight? As far as I know, Quel'Thalas can fight trolls for thousands of years, and its combat power is not as good as Even 50,000 orcs can't stop them?"

Alleria's face turned pale in an instant.

She simply didn't want to recall what happened to her in Silvermoon City.

That day happened to be the day when the King and the Silvermoon Council met.

Alleria went straight in.

Logically, she is only a ranger general, and she is not allowed to enter without being summoned. But her roar overwhelmed the gatekeeper.

"Nearly a hundred thousand combined forces of orcs and trolls are on their way to Quel'Thalas. You asked me to wait outside the door?" She overwhelmed the door officer with her reputation and aura.

Under the 'guard' of four royal guards, Alleria broke into the parliament.

The decoration in the Silvermoon Council Hall is beautiful, with tall white jade columns and walls interspersed between gorgeous gold and warm flame red. Every decoration and every curtain here is a priceless exquisite work of art. Any one flowing out of the human world will cause all the nobles to snap up it, and the auction will fetch an unimaginable sky-high price.

Alleria didn't care to appreciate it.

She completely ignored the huge red kite-shaped shields of the four guards around her, ignored the slender double-ended arc-blade knives in their hands, and didn't care to watch the reaction of the members of the Silver Moon Council, one of the rulers of the high elves.

Several high elf rulers stood up from their chairs, surprised at her intrusion.

Alleria's focus of attention is on one person throughout, Anastrian Sunstrider, the Lord of the High Elves.

"What's the matter?" Anasterian asked his master of guards.

The chief guard had a look of embarrassment on his face, he could only grit his teeth and shake his head.

The high elf king was old, old even for an elf, and his long hair had turned white, and his skin was parchment, like a dry log.

He already looked very weak, but his blue eyes still showed a bit of majesty, and his voice was also full of majesty. Alleria instinctively wanted to shrink back under his anger, and then remembered why she came here.

She straightened her back.

"I am Alleria* Windrunner," she announced aloud, though she knew most of the council recognized her: "I have supported the sons of Emperor Thoradin by order of His Majesty the Sunstrider, along with the Men , in the Hillsbrad Foothills, and fought side by side in many battles in the Arathi Highlands. And then I came back here with a message that was more than serious."

Alleria tried to use the most serious tone to attract the attention of the councilors.

Unfortunately, she still frowned, because she felt the congressman's indifferent attitude. She could only bite the bullet and continue: "The tribe that humans warned us is real and extremely powerful. Most of them are strong orcs who are eight feet tall and weigh more than four hundred pounds, but there are still some other creatures, Like forest trolls."

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

Anger is taken for granted.

Perhaps no one among the arrogant high elves knew what an orc was. In fact, even Alleria herself didn't know before the battle in Southsea Town.

It doesn't matter, what matters is that every MP here knows what a troll is. Many of them, including His Majesty Anasterian, had participated in the troll war that lasted for hundreds of years four thousand years ago.

But the troll card seems to be a bit counterproductive.

"You said the trolls took refuge in that tribe?" A big lord laughed loudly: "That's really great, let those trolls follow this tribe you mentioned to fight humans, I hope they will go far away Far. Maybe humans will help us kill them all."

"Hahahaha!" Wanton laughter echoed throughout the council hall. Many elf councilors laughed and clapped their hands in agreement.

"You don't understand what kind of disaster is happening on the mainland at this moment!" Alleria roared angrily. She recalled Duke's deduction and said directly: "The Horde is not a tribe that we can ignore and laugh at." A distant question! Their warchief has personally led at least 50,000 elite orcs in the north of the Hinterlands, which is 500 kilometers away. They are planning to completely conquer the entire world of Azeroth! It also includes the people here in Quel'Thalas Us! Besides, the orcs have an agreement with Zul'jin. They will come! Within a week!"

Alleria slapped the round table of the parliament, and the violent "bang bang" finally made the members of the council stop laughing.

"Then let them come!" jeered an Elven mage-lord of another Darkhan. "No one survives the runestones of the forest."

"But the warlocks of the Horde..."

"Enough! Alleria Windrunner!" Anasterian slammed the table violently: "The rune stone is still there! If the enemies you mentioned really exist, they are still hundreds of kilometers away. We cannot Thought you sent the nation into a panic with just one speculation. I promise to pay attention to this matter, but you—get out now!"