Chapter 853 Veterans Never Die, They Just Wither...

At the age of 22, Varian was at his most energetic.

He longed to make great achievements, and he also longed to one day become a hero on par with his most admired Uncle Anduin.

It's not that he doesn't like Duke, but Duke is always a mage, not on one path.

Anduin's words served as a good warning to Varian.

He lowered his head humbly and bowed to Anduin.

At this time, Kalia, who had been silent, spoke. Even though she had matured a lot, she still had the unique voice of that soft girl: "Duke, is there anything else that Lordaeron can do for the Alliance?"

Duke tapped the table with his left index finger.

If the unrecognizable historical process does not change, then in less than three months, when Archimonde kneels down, the power transmitted by the Burning Legion to Azeroth will be weakened. By then, Lich King Ner'zhul will have lost half of his strength. Logically speaking, it would be ideal to wait until then to fight back.

It's just too negative.

First of all, the premise is that Archimonde must kneel down, just in case Archimonde in this life is too awesome and really blows up Mount Hyjal, takes out the Well of Eternity, and destroys the World Tree. That would really be the end of everyone.

Secondly, the Alliance has preserved more vitality than in history. At least two-thirds of Lordaeron's elite troops have been preserved, which gives the Alliance more confidence.

There will no longer be two organizations, the Scarlet Crusade, which was called a dog, and the Silver Dawn, which is slightly miserable but praised by thousands of people.

Moreover, after Kalia became the queen, it would be too wasteful if she was simply placed in the palace as a mascot.

While Duke was thinking about it, he suddenly received new news.

It was a magical image sent by a sacrificed mage apprentice: In the picture, Archimonde's huge body swept westward from the fragile continent of Lordaeron.

In the land invaded by the Scourge Legion, all living things died and everything withered. At least the earth was still earth and the forest was still forest.

Everything Archimonde passed by was easily burned by the flames flowing out of his body.

The earth is sinking deeply, and everything that can burn is reduced to ashes.

Perhaps this is why they are called the Burning Legion and not the Demonic Legion.

In his heart, Duke cursed fiercely: "Damn it, since this guy can teleport here, wouldn't he teleport directly to Kalimdor himself!?"

Despite the scolding, Duke still carefully questioned the officer who was summoned, and the news he received was that Archimonde had gone to the vicinity of Orson's farm in the Silver Pine Forest in the western part of the continent of Lordaeron.

"It is expected that this huge demon will reach the Nanliu coast late tomorrow." The herald said.

Duke pondered for a moment and gave the first order: "Inform Daelin to get out of the way and don't come into contact with Archimonde."

Turning his head, Duke looked at Queen Calia, who was hopeful and eager for the mission: "Please inform Mograine. Let Abbendis and Turalyon push the front to the Sodorir River again, and then let Dathrohan and Mograine personally led the army to attack Caer Daron."

"Keldalon?" Ilucia visibly trembled. She could never forget that place. After all, she had lived in Keldalon throughout her childhood.

"It's a pity, Ilucia, that place has become the largest stronghold of the Cult of the Damned. The Scourge Legion calls it the Scholomance Academy. The dark dean Gadin continuously trains dark acolytes and necromancers there. Falling there would be equivalent to cutting off an important source of troops for the Scourge Legion."

Anduin snapped his fingers, and he looked a little happy: "It's a good idea. And it happens to be near the front line. But doesn't the other party have two Sun-level great lichs? Are we..."

Duke shook his head: "You don't know those two great lichs well enough. Anastrian is not the kind of guy who is willing to obey orders and act like a dog. And Kel'Thuzad doesn't like head-on confrontations. Before all his men are killed, , he won’t play. But to be safe, I can ask Krasus to help coordinate the attack on Kyle Dalon. If anything happens, he can still hold on until I teleport over."

Kalia smiled: "Then I have no problem."

"What about us?" Varian was a little eager to give it a try.

"Call Magni, and let's go to Dalaran for an armed parade."

Varian suddenly succumbed. He did not lack wisdom. He immediately understood what this was. Archimonde roared at Dalaran, turning Dalaran into ruins.

It is conceivable that Arthas will probably evacuate Dalaran.

Now that the Scourge has become so powerful, a bold attack on Lordaeron will spur a fierce counterattack from Arthas. Any commander with a clear head would know that there was no way he could devour the Scourge Legion in one go at this moment, and that the most correct approach would be to plan slowly.

So the counterattack on Dalaran is more of a political gesture. Just like a few days ago, Lothar regained the Arathi Highlands and Stromgarde, which had almost no organized undead army. On the surface, it was said that he had regained a lot of territory, but in fact it was a piece of white land.

No one but the most determined Stromgarde would want to stay there any longer.

In fact, in the past week, more than 100,000 Gilneas and Stromgarde people have responded to Jaina's call and have boarded or are preparing to board the ship to go to the paradise in their hearts-the land on the other side of the Endless Sea. Theramore.

After deliberation for most of the day, the missions of each legion were finally determined.

After the meeting, Lothar went to Duke privately and told Duke a piece of news that was not surprising: "If we have to go out to deal with Archimonde this time, I won't be able to go. I plan to send [Quel'Zaram] away To Turalyon."

"Anduin, your body..."

Lothar smiled bitterly: "The injuries I suffered when I was young only turned out to be terrible after I was sixty years old. My bones and muscles are in pain all the time in many places." Lothar took off her coat, bare her upper body, and pointed at her body Duke noticed that several of the scars were from the decisive battle with Orgrim.

Thinking of Lothar carrying his sick body and going out to lead the army again, Duke couldn't help but feel a sore nose: "Then..."

"Although as a warrior, death on the battlefield is the best destination, but if this weakens the hope of victory for the alliance and even the intelligent races around the world, then I would rather give up the Excalibur and let the stronger younger generation gamble. The future of mankind. I have decided on this matter, don’t try to persuade me. You should also know Turalyon, he is a good guy."

"indeed."

"I'll leave it to you this time. I hope you can have good news. If you fail, don't worry, there is still me. Even if I only hold a broken iron sword, I will go to Archimonde to fight. .”

Although Lothar spoke in seemingly relaxed words and looked at her with a carefree smiling face, Duke could deeply feel Lothar's helpless sense of twilight.

Duke's chest tightened, not only with awe, but also with a feeling of great regret.

Veterans never die, they just wither...