Luo Ning is still too young.

In other words, Ronin, the youngest member of the Kenreto parliament in history, is still too immature, too simple and too superficial as a politician.

Can the successive return of Varian, Lao Tang and Jaina make this war disappear?

How could it be so simple!

Any qualified politician who has been rolling in the dirty quagmire of politics for several years will probably not have such naive ideas.

The war between the tribe and the alliance is ultimately the struggle for survival space between the two major military groups. It is the inevitable result of the continuous friction, confrontation, and even struggle and hostility accumulated over the past decade since its establishment.

Resources, land, wealth, discourse power... In these issues concerning the survival of races, even the hatred among races must give way, let alone the personal honor and disgrace of a few people.

Even if these people are the so-called leaders...

It is true that Lao Tang and others have a considerable status and relatively wide influence among the alliance tribes, but they are of no use.

The disappearance of Varian, Good and Jaina is not so much the fuse of the outbreak of the war between the two major military groups, but rather an excuse and fig leaf drawn by the Alliance and the Horde for this war that was already doomed.

At this point, the Black Dragon brother and sister who have lived for a long time will undoubtedly see more thoroughly and have much more clever skills...

"News from Theramore? Have you reconnected with Jaina Proudmore and Good* Horror Totem?"

In the endless sea of ​​wind and waves, a huge joint fleet was advancing at high speed. On a warship of the Storm Kingdom not far from the fleet's flagship, Countess Katrana Presto stared at the man sitting opposite him with a goblet in his hand. He asked indifferently:

"So what?"

"The war has already been in a state of anger. Especially the previous tribe's raids brought us heavy casualties - Hillsbrad Farm fell, and Nanhai Town was besieged for more than a month. Thousands of civilians and sergeants died..."

An undetectable light flashed in his charming eyes. The countess took a sip of the red wine in the wine glass with a calm face on the surface, and continued calmly:

"At this time, let's go into the kidnapping of His Majesty the King. What's the point of whether the tribe has intervened in it?"

The Countess' words made Bervar Fertagen silent. After a long time, he nodded slowly, which was considered to be accustomed to the Countess's remarks.

"However, Katrana. According to the servant Egwen, Ms. Gianna and the Taurus Governor seemed to have an important information. I hope the Horde Alliance can temporarily quit the war and let the leaders of both sides sit down and talk for a while." But after hesitating for a while, the consul of Stormwind City added:

"It seems that their intelligence is important, at least they are confident in mediating the war."

Boval's words made the countess' movements slightly stutter, and then he instantly returned to his calm and gentle appearance.

“Mediation?”

"It's ridiculous!"

After suppressing the feeling of something bad gradually in his heart, Katrana Presto took a sip of red wine and covered up his imperceptible loss before. Then he said sarcastically:

"Are they a little too confident? I don't think they have that prestige and ability!"

Gently rubbed the faint scar on his neck covered by a black silk scarf, and a burly and fierce figure appeared in his mind, causing a cold light to appear in the countess' eyes.

"No more talk about this. Bervar." But in the blink of an eye, Count Katrana changed into another gentle and concerned face and easily changed the topic: "You are still having trouble with His Majesty the King?"

He stood up and walked behind Duke Bewal. The countess stretched out his slender white hands and gently placed them on the Paladin's shoulders. While slowly kneading them, he comforted him gently: "Varian is the king after all, and as the consul, you should not disobey him too much. This will only make things worse."

An undetectable light flowed from the countess's delicate and slender fingers to Boval, but the latter was unaware of anything. Hearing the countess' comfort, Duke Boval not only did not become calm, but instead turned out to be abnormal and criticized with rude words:

"Disobedience? Look at what he is doing every day!" The consul of Stormwind City seemed irritable and irritable, "he spent all day long, but turned a blind eye to the mountains of military affairs!"

"He was absent from hunting on such an important occasion as the Seven Kingdoms Summit; the people in China were furious because of tax increases, but he was busy holding banquets, singing and dancing; even now he went on a boat to fight, he ignored the military situation on the front line, but hid in the room all day long and drank drunk as if he was drunk!"

A lot of dissatisfaction suddenly erupted, and Berval's emotions seemed to have suddenly found a vent, and he criticized Varian Wrien's ridiculous actions behind his back.

"...... Since being kidnapped, Varian has seemed to have changed into another person, so strange that it is unbelievable! As a king, even Anduin is now ten times more competent than him..."

Standing behind Bewal, the visual dead corner was visible, listening to the complaints of the consul of Stormwind City, Earl Katrana Presto, with a satisfied and complacent sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Several unknown black magic made the two most powerful men in Stormwind City as powerful as water and fire, no longer united as before, and supported each other... For the Black Dragon Princess Onyxia, who transformed into Earl Katrana Presto and was secretly lurking in Stormwind City to plan a series of conspiracies, there was no more wonderful situation than this.

While kneading the shoulders for Berval while listening to the men's endless complaints and scoldings, the Countess, who knew how to please others, acted well as a listener. Until Duke Berval's mood gradually calmed down, the woman with long black hair and charming eyes seemed to smile casually and said:

"You are also optimistic about the future of Prince Anduin, right?" Another black magical aura flowed from the countess' fingertips to Boval, but the power of the holy light contained in the body of the consul did not respond. The countess leaned over and whispered in Duke Boval's ear: "Maybe we should let our future king see the real battlefield?"

"Boval. We may be able to cultivate our prince how to become an excellent king. Instead of letting him grow up as decadent and exaggerated as his father is now..."

Bovar Fertagen's face, whose dull face was originally under the influence of magical aura, suddenly showed a trace of struggle. The Countess Katrana let out a faint cold snorting, and used several obscure spells in succession with both hands, and at the same time, he once again tempted in the Paladin's ears with a tempting slight sensation:

"Don't worry about the safety of His Highness the Prince."

Looking at the Bervar Fertagen whose expression was gradually loosening, the countess' eyes were shining with unconcealed eloquence:

"I will be with Prince Anduin..."

"Personally guarantee his 'safe'!"

Against the backdrop of the swaying candlelight in the cabin, Bervar Fertagen, whose face was lost, nodded slightly.

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Nanhai Town, Port Area.

It was already midnight and it was pitch black. The increasingly violent rain seemed to predict the coming storm.

Suddenly, a dazzling light cut through the clouds. The lightning fangs pierced on the hills east of Nanhai Town. In that moment, under the bright light of daylight, all the exhausted defenders on the city wall saw the nightmare outside the city:

The ground was filled with green figures, some solid and some strong. The orc soldiers were fully armed and held tower shields made of fine iron, and slowly approached Nanhai Town with an unstoppable momentum.

The orc warriors of the Thunder King clan surrounded the city walls of the port area without any leakage. The alliance soldiers of Nanhai Town faced a sea full of murderous aura and hostility.

Thousands of tribal warriors kept rushing across the mudflats and crossed the only opening filled with sandbags by the hardworkers. Then the green wave suddenly accelerated, just like the surging waves of the endless sea slammed straight on the not-so-high wall of the city in Nanhai Town.

Lightning rolled on the sea. The heavy rain fell mercilessly.

The dense rain of arrows, like heavy rain, also aimed at the city walls. Although most of them were blocked by strong battlements and shields, a small number of them hit the target accurately.

Not far away, King Sarufar, who stood with his hands on his battle axe, quietly looked at the battle situation in front of him, without any intention of taking action. Compared to the urban area where the difficulty of taking down this small piece is not very difficult, King Sarufar, who was old in the battle formation, was more interested in the strange reactions of the defenders.

The attack on the port area of ​​Nanhai Town has been launched, but the defenders have not responded in any way, nor have they shot back a arrow.

The dazzling lightning repeatedly teared the darkness under the rain curtain, and the attacking troops stopped. In front of them was the silent high wall of Nanhai Town. The tribal soldiers who were slamming like a tide did not speak, but the sound of a series of weapons knocking was deafening.

A whole group of Dark Spear Troll Javeliners and another group of Blood Elves Rangers competed to throw javelins, shoot arrows, and use long-range suppression to any moving target in the fortification.

The harsh horn sounded, and then the orcs' fighting roar sounded again with the blessing of the shaman's bloodthirsty technique. Hundreds of orc warriors jumped onto the ladder that they had built, swung their axes and warhammers and climbed up the city wall quickly.

Behind them, more orc warriors charged forward in battle. Some people trekked on the muddy flats, others squeezing on the intersection and boardwalks leading to the port area. The highest and strong orc soldiers were crowded there, and a small number of burly and powerful tauren warriors were also assigned to it. Under the lightning, the emblem of each helmet and shield with the dragon head of the dragon winging legion was very dazzling.

When the first orc warrior climbed up the city wall raised the battle flag high, the defenders' response finally appeared.

A thick rain of arrows, huge rocks, thick beams and thick wood that were removed from the house and boiling boiling oil suddenly fell from the city wall. This sudden and fierce counterattack caused great casualties to the siege troops. The first wave of the tribe's offensive was quickly repelled, but soon after, another wave of orc warriors gathered again to launch an attack.

After this cycle, the tribal warriors who were sieging the city further captured several inches of land every time, and were soon blocked by the alliance soldiers and seized the position back.

King Sarufar frowned slightly as he looked at the anxious battle situation, and simply made a gesture to the messenger beside him.

When the horn sounded again, a group of tauren warriors with fully armed armored armor rushed out. They held up giant shields and blocked attacks from above the city wall like a roof. Under the protection of layers of shields, there were siege hammers temporarily made by the trunks of two big trees. A group of taciturn Forsaken archers appeared behind the team, silently inspiring the crossbow to suppress the defenders on the city wall.

The Taurus troops of the escort siege hammer rushed to the front of the gate. With the wave of many strong arms, the siege hammers hit the city gate again and again. If anyone was injured by the huge rocks dropped by the defenders, someone would immediately come to support them. Time and again, the huge city-breaking hammer hit the city gate hard.

The originally unsolid gate of Nanhai Town had begun to appear tiny cracks, and it had begun to bend under the impact of the siege hammer. The city's guardians had almost used up their fuel supplies and began to pour boiling water. However, this did not seem to stop the tribe's determination to take over the port area.

The defenders of the alliance on the city wall have been forced to retreat to the edge of the city wall by the endless orc warriors, and can only struggle to support them.

In just half an hour, the Nanhai Guards, whose number was at an absolute disadvantage, were on the verge of collapse!

It seems that in just ten minutes or twenty minutes, the port area of ​​Nanhai Town will fall into the control of the tribe. If it weren't for the fact that Nanhai Town had to be kept to attract reinforcements from the alliance and put the entire city down in one go, it wouldn't be difficult.

pity……

Thinking of this, King Sarufar, who was originally quite satisfied with the offensive progress, suddenly became distracted.

Everything seemed to go smoothly, but soon a skeleton war horse galloped over, and the news brought by the Death Knight Ask* Fallen, who served as the liaison officer, made Sarufal successfully frown.

"Ahlahi's Highland Knights broke through General Kracook's blockade? Kracook was seriously injured and had led the team to withdraw Tarenmill?" With his pale beard, King Sarufal's face was gloomy and asked in confusion: "Which little baby Galin Thorbain still has this ability?"

"There are other people who took action." In front of King Sarufar, the Ask Fallen, who has always been respectful only in front of Her Queen, maintained a respectful attitude: "We did not expect that the 'Ashes Messenger' Moglani also appeared among the Highland Knights."

"Chief Thal hopes that you will end the battle here as soon as possible and lead your team back to help intercept the alliance reinforcements from Arachi."

"Alessandro Moglani?" Swept gently, the strange-shaped battle axe that was untied from the back and was always exuding the power of nature. Sarufar smiled thoughtfully and murmured to himself:

"Old opponent~" (To be continued...)

ps:ps: The unit will organize a tour tomorrow, and the update may be stopped for one to two days~ 4,000 words will be presented today

ps2: I found a powerful and powerful opponent for the Ashes Messenger, whether it is a human or a weapon. i1292

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Chapter completed!