Stratholme God

Chapter 100 [The Star of Destruction]

little duke?

No one in this world would underestimate a duke, especially such a powerful duke in the field.

If you really want to compare, the Duke of Stratholme is even heavier than the crowns of Gilneas and Alterac. Regardless of the area of ​​the territory, the population of the territory, the resources such as mineral deposits, Stratholme is far superior to those two. Children's shoes that eat wind on the top of the mountain.

Everyone knows that the Duke of Stratholme is bold, and his soldiers are particularly capable. With his power, he can even be on an equal footing with Antonidas of Dalaran. However, McDonald's came without hesitation. What do you think of joining this time? All are extremely risky operations.

In the age of hot weapons, leaders who are on the front line of battle are called foolishness, not courage.

In Azeroth, where the power of an individual is enough to subvert the tide of war, sometimes a decision to be strong is far more important than a thousand troops.

This will also make the following people a hundred times more courageous.

In fact, McDonald knew that this operation was a success, and according to the 'historical' nature, he would have a high probability of being near misses, so he took the time to come over and be rewarded for a successful prostitution mission.

Veresa and the others don't know!
It's like a serious person who hears the words "Shakespeare", will not think like some LSPs, but can only think of a great writer. Even Valeera doesn't care about anyone at first, and hides in the corner with her arms folded. The thieves here are a little respectful.

Obviously a little uncomfortable under the light, she left the corner and sat out, ready to listen to McDonald's mission instructions.

They were so respectful to someone, but they couldn't bear the loss of their face.

"Don't worry too much about my identity. If my hometown is destroyed by the orcs, I will be a lost dog."

The more he said that, the more real the streamer flashed in Veresa's beautiful eyes.

McDonald can only quickly change the subject.

He hangs a map on the top of the bar, which clearly outlines the Hillsbrad Foothills, Arathi Highlands, Wetlands, and Grim Batol fortress. McDonald's is at the location of the fortress on the map, heavily colored in red. The strokes made a circle, and then they began to chat.

"According to the alliance and my private intelligence sources, although there are flying troops stationed with orcs in these areas, it can be basically confirmed that all the red dragons of the orcs were flown out of Grim Batol Fortress."

"After the statistics of a large number of internal officials, we have come to an astonishing conclusion-that is, it is not the flying dragon itself that restricts the number of orc dragoons, but the number of riders. The production speed of red dragons far exceeds the training speed of orc cavalry."

"If we let this dragoon force be left alone, we have a high probability of losing the war."

When McDonald said this, the four team members gasped at the same time.

The number of griffins that can go on the battlefield is limited, and there are only about [-] in the sky, including nearly [-] young griffins who are barely able to fly with people, but the level of training, load and flight level is definitely not as good as that of adult griffins.

Now the Wildhammer dwarves are clinging to the only mountain road leading to the Hinterlands in the Hillsbrad Hills. If the air force fails, the orcs will drive straight into the Eagle's Nest Mountain. The Wildhammer dwarves, who are in the early [-]s, cannot be the opponents of the orcs. .

MacDonald's words changed: "You know, the Red Dragons belong to the guardian dragons of Azeroth. Their mission is to protect the entire planet of Azeroth from foreign enemies. The proud dragons would actually submit to the orcs, It's incredible. So our mission is to find a way to infiltrate Grim Batol's fortress and discover the secrets of the Orcs' control of the Red Dragonflight."

Veresa raised her hand to ask questions.

McDonald nodded.

Veresa said in a clear and sweet voice: "Since it is the dragon's lair, there must be many dragoons patrolling the sky. And the dragon's vision is not affected by the night, so we need to approach a fortress guarded by so many patrolmen. , I'm afraid we'll be burned to ashes before we get close."

McDonald said indifferently: "After many battles, we have basically determined that the dragon is not willing to be controlled. Once the orc cavalry is killed or lost consciousness, they will immediately choose to flee the battlefield, but only return to Grimba. Trust the fortress. This proves that the red dragon and the orcs are not of one mind. Even if they discover our existence, there is a high probability that they will remain silent and will not remind the orcs on their backs.”

Everyone nodded.

"Then the second point, most of the orcs have severe [night blindness], that is, they can't see far at night. In contrast, the two elves in our team have [dark vision], so it should be feasible to sneak into the fortress at night."

"Your Excellency understands very well!" Veresa chuckled lightly.

McDonald's ended up drawing a giant red arrow on the map.

"In order to cover our operation this time, my [Barbatos Air Corps] and Kurdran* Wildhammer's Dwarf Griffon Knights will launch a large-scale aerial feint of more than a thousand cavalry. All the orc dragoons over the Sbrad Hills forced Grim Batol to urgently remove all the mobile troops hovering over the fortress. Give us the best chance to infiltrate."

When the four of them heard it, their breaths were all short of breath.

What is big money?
That's a big deal!

Taking Qianqi's life as a bet to cover their infiltration, what kind of trust in them, and... value!
For a time, the four of them felt their hearts heavy.

McDonald took out his expensive diamond-encrusted gold pocket watch and looked at it: "It's ten o'clock in the evening. The feint attack will start on time at nine o'clock in the morning. The whole day is enough for the orcs to react and go to deploy troops."

Lord Kurtaz frowned, "What if the main force of the Orc Air Force doesn't move?"

McDonald's face sank: "Then beat the Orc Air Force and start bombing the Orc camp without limit, forcing the Dragonmaw Orcs out of their nests."

With just a few words, all the team members can feel the determination of the alliance.

Kurtaz nodded: "Grim Batol was the former territory of our dwarves. If the orcs didn't remodel it too much, I should be able to lead you some shortcuts."

McDonald's looked around. "Any questions?"

Ronin raised his hand timidly at this time: "I..."

"You said."

He took a few deep breaths, brushed his messy red hair, and summoned his courage: "I, I'm a bad mage. In the previous missions, all of my previous missions were out of control, killing or hurting my companions. I originally I thought it was my mission this time, but I didn't expect..."

As soon as he said this, Veresa, Valeera, and Kurtaz frowned.

McDonald interrupted him: "You are a powerful mage, aren't you? Your teacher, Kirin Tor Senator Krasus, also recommended you to me."

"But... I'm afraid... of hurting you, Lord Duke."

Ronin's lack of confidence made Veresa's eyebrows almost stand up.

"You miraculously completed the task every time, didn't you?" MacDonald's voice rose: "You can be unconfident! But please believe in the teacher who has always believed in you, and the Duke who chose to believe in you. !"

"What's the matter?" Ronin was so moved that he seemed to want to cry.

McDonald's eyebrows were raised coldly, and his heroic spirit was compelling: "If I really unfortunately die at your hands, then there is only one thing you have to do..."

Everyone held their breath and listened to the final answer.

really!

The answer came as scheduled, and it was domineering—

"That is, step on my body and complete this damn task!"

(End of this chapter)