Chapter 189 The Mantis Stalks the Cicada, Unaware of the Oriole Behind

Inside Stormwind Fortress.

In front of King Ryan was a report sent from the border of the kingdom.

After reading it, he glanced at the many ministers in the palace, and most of them were watching his heart.

"A tribe of trolls unified Stranglethorn Vale, and their chieftain also led people to attack our villages and towns in Stranglethorn Vale. How could I not get any information about such a person in advance?"

"The barbaric trolls of the Darkspear tribe attacked the villages and towns in Stranglethorn Vale."

"Three towns in the West Wilderness were burned down."

"Traces of trolls appeared in Elwynn Forest."

The messengers from the kingdom kept delivering one "good news" after another to Ryan's court. Ryan resisted the urge to insult these idiots. He coughed lightly, hoping that they could make up for their mistakes and curb the threat of the trolls.

"There is no doubt that we should send troops quickly to respond to them." A sturdy man with traces of war on his face said.

His beard had long been shriveled and grayish, and the hairline on his head was almost receding to the back of his head, revealing a broad forehead. But although he was no longer young, his plate armor and the huge sword in his hand still made him look more majestic.

He was Anduin Lothar, and he had many titles, such as the King's Warrior, the childhood friend of King Llane and Medivh, and the Knight of Stormwind Kingdom.

Lothar frowned: "Now the trolls have set up camp in the western wilderness. If we don't eliminate them as soon as possible, God knows how much damage they will cause to the kingdom's granary."

Another powerful duke, Bolvar, added: "According to the news from the griffin riders, the trolls seem to have a large number of tall and strong berserkers coming out of the Stranglethorn Vale, just like the last war."

"A large number? How many?" Llane asked.

"A lot, so many that the griffin riders can't count them at all." Bolvar took a deep breath, "According to the riders' intelligence, and the observations of the mages and scouts, I'm afraid the trolls have sent at least 50,000 soldiers this time."

50,000!

In the palace, even the most unrestrained nobles could not help but gasp in surprise.

50,000 gnolls were a disaster, how terrifying would these 50,000 trolls be?

You have to know that trolls are not humans. They have amazing recovery ability. If they are not killed, it is almost equivalent to ineffective damage. After a while, they will be well.

Moreover, trolls are generally physically stronger than humans. The trolls in Stranglethorn Vale crush humans in almost all aspects except that they are backward in technology and have no good armor and top spellcasters.

Not to mention that they sent a large number of giant-like berserkers this time.

At this time, another messenger came in: "Your Majesty, Lord, and all the lords, there is new news from the West Wilderness."

Seeing the latest news, the whole room fell silent.

While they were still in the meeting, the trolls started to attack the kingdom again. A county in the West Wilderness was attacked by trolls. No soldier in the entire county escaped alive, and they were all left there forever.

This is not just a surprise attack without any preparation, this is a complete annihilation of the army when the kingdom and other territories have been warned and all the troops are ready for battle.

If the scouts had not discovered the flames in the city, no one would have known that it had fallen.

King Llane put his hands on the table and said in a deep voice: "I can't stand it anymore, Lothar, you will be the commander and be responsible for commanding the kingdom's army to counterattack, and let Bolvar be your deputy. You can allocate all the resources of the kingdom."

Llane trusts Lothar very much, and Lothar has not lived up to his trust. If he is not the same as he was in the past, I am afraid he will sneak into Stranglethorn Vale and kill their leader like the last war.

"Then our defense around the Black Swamp..." Bolvar mentioned another race, the possible threat of orcs.

After all, they have witnessed the belligerence of the orcs with their own eyes. Even if the number is small, if this group of guys suddenly attack, the border of the kingdom may also suffer.

"Don't worry about that, Grand Duke. We have the defense of Redridge Mountain. Even if they really launch an attack, we can stop them in Redridge Mountain. But it's different in the West Wilderness. There is a flat land there. The trolls can come to Stormwind City at any time if they want." A noble whose territory is in the West Wilderness said immediately: "After we deal with the trolls, we can gather the army and easily wipe out the orcs. Besides, they may not attack us. I heard that many of them believe in the Holy Light like us."

The noble said one sentence after another, and he seemed very excited.

After all, his territory and wealth are in the West Wilderness. If it is destroyed by the trolls again, he will have nowhere to cry. He can't let the trolls compensate him, right?

But what he said is not unreasonable. Soon many nobles chose to support him.

In the end, among a series of nobles' opinions, Ryan had to announce the transfer of some troops including those on the orc border to Lothar and Bolvar, who were responsible for leading the troops.

At the same time, block the news, try to prevent the tribe from knowing the information of the troll invasion, and order the wizard to pass the news to the human embassy in the tribe, asking them to keep an eye on the orcs.

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But can it really be concealed?

Nergo watched batches of troops evacuate secretly, and their defense on the border was extremely fragile at this moment.

He immediately said to Garrosh: "The time is coming. Our new friends are fighting with humans in the south. Now go and inform other chieftains and let them prepare for war."

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Garrosh had been waiting for this day for a long time. He immediately went out to inform the chieftains who loved fighting, including Kael'gath and Blackhand.

"Then how are you going to convince Velen and others?" Sylvanas sat on the chair, tapping her fingers on the armrests.

"Originally, I wanted to help you control a Draenei priest and let him be killed by humans in the debate as an excuse." She smiled, "I don't believe that this will make him remain gentle."

Nelgo looked at her bold speech with mixed feelings. This idea was too simple and crude.

"It is a blessing for all the people in the world that the master does not come out."

If the master comes out, the people will be hopeless.

"Do you have a better idea?" Sylvanas asked him.

"Obviously." Nergo had a confident smile on his face. "Do you know what I arranged for Velen to do a few days ago?"

"When did you tell me your plan?" Sylvanas asked back.

"That's right. Well, let me explain it to you." Nergo was stunned, then shook his head and came to her side with a smile.

"I arranged for Velen to go to Karazhan, which is the mage tower of their human archmage." Nergo leaned down and whispered to her: "You said that a believer of the Holy Light discovered that a demon king was secretly manipulating a human country. At the same time, this demon king had corrupted the strongest in the kingdom and even conspired with Kil'jaeden..."

"I understand." Sylvanas reacted. Medivh had a magical aura of fel energy on him, which could not be hidden in front of Velen at all. This matter alone was enough to involve his energy. Although it would not make him support the conquest of the Storm Kingdom, it was enough to make the group of people he led not object.

And the follow-up? Oh, once the war starts, it won't be solved by your opposition.

"But the group of people led by Velen seem to be a bit of a hindrance." Sylvanas' eyes flashed red, they seemed to be at odds with the tribe.

"Don't worry, he will adapt." Nergo had no doubt about this. In the 7th edition, the Naaru that the Draenei had been talking about was killed by Illidan in front of them, and what was the result? Didn't they still turn it into fuel very flexibly.

Now everyone is a saint, that is, they haven't seen blood, and they will be cured when some of you die in the hands of humans.

In the eyes of humans, you are not peace-loving Draenei, but blue-skinned orcs, just like the tribe, you are enemies.

"You are not much better than me." Sylvanas rolled her eyes at him.

She said again: "But I am a bad guy, and the one I like is also a bad guy, isn't that just right?"

Really.

"Great Chief." While talking, Garrosh immediately stepped into the room.

Nergo glanced at him, bad things happened to you, you came when you shouldn't come.

"Captain, all tribes have said they are ready for battle. The troops in Hellfire Peninsula have already assembled. As long as you give the order, they will go out immediately."

The tribes are ready, very good, what about the Alliance?

Nergo showed a sinister smile, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind."

The battle began.