"According to the plan proposed by the General Staff, our reinforcements will set out from the port of Stormwind City, gather at the port of Minaishir, and then arrive in the Kingdom Navy and the Kurtiras fleet that arrived first, then land in the town of Nanhai, snipe at the tidal flats and coastlines, and restrain the tribe's reinforcements..."

The welcome banquet after the king's return has ended, and the late night Storm City finally faded away the hustle and bustle and returned to the tranquility. ↑

However, the Storm Fortress, which is the royal bedroom, is still brightly lit.

Duke Bervar Fertagen, dressed in military uniform in the spacious and solemn staff hall, pointed at the giant sand table placed on the conference table, and looked straight at King Varian Wrien, who leaned sideways on the throne, telling the battle plan that the staff began to formulate a month ago.

“…It’s a pity that our troops are not sufficient…”

"...Mayor Solomon of Hupan Town has sent several urgent documents for help in recent days. The letter said that the Black Stone Orcs are increasing troops to Chiji Mountain and have built camps and a large number of sentry towers in the north of Chiji Mountain. Therefore, we need to draw some troops to guard Hupan Town to prevent the sudden attack of the Black Stone Orcs..."

"...The western wilderness is not peaceful. According to the report of the spies lurking inside the Defia Brotherhood of MI7, Van Cliff, who received the ransom, is recruiting troops. A batch of weapons of unknown origin have arrived at the death mine. Madias Shore has sent spies to investigate along the route. There are no useful clues yet, but it is not ruled out that the tribe provides the supply of goods."

"If the intelligence is proven to be true, we also need to assign reinforcements to Sentinel Ridge. The People's Army in the West Wilderness has insufficient troops and lacks equipment, and they may not be able to suppress the rebellion of the Difia Brotherhood alone. If the tribe colludes with Van Cliff, the situation will be even worse. The tribe can open a second battlefield in the Western Wilderness. That will lead to our enemies from both sides..."

One after another, bad news was revealed from Duke Bewal's mouth. This made the atmosphere in the staff hall depressed. The team of royal guards not far away were staring at this moment with breath. They were like sculptures, not daring to make any sound, for fear of causing displeasure from His Majesty the King and the Duke.

But Duke Bewal in the audience was serious, while King Varian Wrien on the throne seemed bored and had no thoughts.

"... Fortunately, Prince Galin Thorbain of Rapids Fort has promised that if the Azeroth Federation is rebuilt as promised, the Highland Knights will likely quickly join forces with the Wild Hammer Dwarves of Eagle Nest Hill to form the Alasso Front, cross the Soladin Wall and pounce directly on Tarenmill, the Forgotten Stronghold, located in the Hillsbrad Hills..."

"If this operation is successful, it will greatly alleviate the pressure faced by Nanhai Town. To be honest, according to the news sent back by MI7, the situation there may be very bad. However, the Rapids Fort hopes that we can support a batch of food and grass and some of the weapons. According to Prince Galin's explanation, the first half of the year of the trolls and ogres in the Arachi Highlands consumed a lot of supplies. In the present time when the Harvest Festival has not yet arrived, they may not be able to support the troops' expedition based on their current inventory and reserves..."

"... The envoy who went to Dalaran has reported good news through magical instigation. After Kenry asked the six-person council to reach the final resolution after discussion. After expelling the blood elf mages in the city, Dalaran will give up the outside world and formally intervene in the war and join the alliance to declare war on the tribe! With the help of Dalaran mages, we have arcane support that is enough to resist the blood elf of Quelthalas. Two mage groups and one combat mage gang. This is already nearly half of the armed forces for Dalaran, and it can be regarded as a big support. With this force to support the formation, it may greatly reduce the threat of the spell caster of the tribe..."

The drunkenness was over. Varian, who was half lying on the throne, had a split headache, but he didn't want to leave in front of Boval. He could only pretend to be listening while listening, while filling the sober soup made by Ningshenhua in his stomach.

It’s just a pity that the carefully prepared memorable matches by Duke Berval were directly filtered by His Majesty the drunk King and left behind.

"... In terms of the Blood Crusade, General Abidis will personally command four divisions to attack the Undercity, drag down the possible follow-up troops of the Forgotten Ones for us, and force Sylvanas to make a decision to relieve the pressure on our front line. The Great Lord Moglani will lead a small number of elite troops to support the front line battlefield. However, the Blood Crusade also requires that if the war goes well, the winning alliance forces must take advantage of the opportunity to send troops to help them recover the capital of Lordaeron..."

"... King Gene Greyman of the Kingdom of Gilness will attend the summit tomorrow. If we can persuade the Kingdom of Gilness to send troops to fight, we will have a strong support point between the north of Lordaeron and the Hillsbrad hills. At that time, only a few but sufficiently elite mobile troops are needed, and we will be able to use the two fulcrums of Burning Wood Village and Ambermill to harass and attack the Forsaken Ones as much as possible, and increase the consumption of supplies and transportation for the tribe...

"Also, Count Katrana contacted the robber organization Syndicate. Although they have a bad reputation, they are the old and young men who were once the kingdom of Ultratown..."

“Boval,”

Finally, a weak call interrupted the consul's serious report.

"Can't we discuss these things in a few days?"

After rubbing the temples that were sore due to drunkenness, Varian, who was not thinking about reporting at all, finally straightened his back from the throne, frowned and rushed into the banquet, dragged himself from the banquet hall, and complained:

"After a long journey, I need a rest, old friend!"

"Your rest refers to the drunkenness of a group of nobles' flattery and women's teasing instigation?" The interrupted Bewal also frowned and asked dissatisfiedly: "If it is this ridiculous way... I am bluntly, your majesty! I don't think you need it!"

"Ha, but I feel very happy... OK OK!" Varian wanted to refute a few words, but saw Duke Boval with a cold face and posing for no compromise. He had to raise his hands and admit defeat and surrender helplessly. "You are always so boring. Boval. But the banquet will end. You can hold it again if you have the chance in the future. But should we go to bed?"

"Look," Varian pointed to the ground clock in the corner of the wall, and said in a brisk tone: "It's the second half of the night! I have promised Anduin to take him to hunt tomorrow. If I don't sleep, my plan tomorrow may be ruined."

"You know, Boval, I don't want to be a father who is untrustworthy."

"But you are a foolish king!"

A sudden roar exploded in the hall. The consul suddenly burst out with an unusual anger and waved his hand to signal the others in the hall to retreat. The attendants and guards looked at each other and hesitated for a while, and finally left the room. They gently helped His Majesty the King and the Duke cover the door.

"What the hell are you doing? Varian!"

"Your son is worried about your condition and has important government affairs to report to you, but you turn a blind eye!"

"Your people are resentful because of the absurd government orders of the noble House, but you turn a deaf ear!"

Seeing that only Varian and himself were left in the hall, Berval was not suppressing his emotions, but as they did when they were together in private - as a close friend of more than 20 years, rather than a king and minister of superiority - bluntly yelling his mistakes:

"Now we are going to war with the tribe. Every minute and every second, your people and soldiers are bleeding and sacrificing! But you are thinking about some shit hunting and outings!"

"Damn it, Varian! What was wrong with you?"

"You just talk to your king with this attitude?" After a long silence, Varian Wrien's tone was cold and cold: "Did I have been too indulging you in the past, Duke of Bewalfortagen. My Consul."

The two friends seemed to be in an instant and became enemies. The temperature in the hall seemed to drop sharply, and there was a depressing and tense atmosphere.

Varian's sudden name full of alienation and sarcasm made Berval stunned. He opened his mouth incredibly, but the consul of Stormwind City could not say a word for a long time. He really didn't understand how the monarch he loyally assisted, his childhood playmate, and his friends he had been with for decades... how could it turn out like this!

"Varian, you..."

"I'm tired, Duke Fertagen. I don't want to listen to those trivial matters anymore, and I forgive you for your previous questioning and disrespect for me." After interrupting the consul's words, King Varian looked unconcealed impatient, "I will organize a hunt tomorrow, and I hope you can participate on time."

"Now, please step down quietly!"

Varian's cold and arrogant attitude made Bervar laugh out loud. He bowed hard to King Varian, who was sitting on the throne, turned his head and walked towards the closed door of the hall. Until his trembling palm pressed on the handle of the door, the consul stopped and turned to Varian, who had a frosty face, and said:

"Forgive me to remind you again... Your Majesty!"

"Tomorrow is the day when the heads of the seven countries gather to discuss the reconstruction of the Azeroth Federation and specific military dispatch. The leaders and representatives of each country have been confirmed to attend."

"If you insist on going hunting, as per the regulations, Prince Anduin, the Speaker of the House of Nobles, and I will attend in place of you..."

"As long as...you are not afraid of Storm Kingdom becoming the laughing stock of the alliance!"

After a muffled "bang", only the door slammed like Duke Berval was left in the empty and depressing hall.

None of the two of them noticed that the Duke of Berval, who left in anger or the King Varian who was leaning on the throne, had discovered that a hidden witchcraft light flashed in the majestic Iron Throne... (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, the novel is better and faster!

ps: I'm going to be on duty again tomorrow~~~ So, you know~~

ps: I have decided to let the league character I like very much, which can be regarded as finding a high-quality opponent for Lao Tang~~~ As for whether the appearance is reasonable, I will try to get back as much as possible. After all, I have decided to write a broken Azeroth~~

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Chapter completed!