The War Machine Starts

"Titans above! I've actually seen a living Titan! My god... I really feel like I've had too much to drink and I'm hallucinating!"

Magni slammed his mug onto the table, his eyes wide as copper bells, shooting out lightning-like gleam... No!

Hu Feng calmly downed a mug of strong liquor in a few seconds, put down the cup, and looked at Magni indifferently, "It's your turn again."

"No! This is cheating! You're a Titan God! Our creator! You can't use divine power like this to insult a dwarf's drinking capacity!" Magni's face was flushed, and he was swaying unsteadily.

"The troublesome matter of creation was done by my kin, it has nothing to do with me, so your reasoning is invalid. Come, let's continue drinking."

Magni eventually slid under the table, falling asleep like a dead pig. His daughter, Princess Moira, dragged her father out with a helpless expression.

"Wait, you're Moira, the princess of the Bronzebeard Dwarves, right?" Hu Feng's voice came.

Moira hurriedly dropped Magni and bowed to this avatar of the Titan. "Yes, greetings to you, Divine Venerable!"

Hu Feng looked at Princess Moira with great interest, "If you fall in love with someone you shouldn't in the future, remember my words, don't make your father sad, and don't become extreme. Just communicate, and it will eventually be resolved."

Princess Moira trembled all over. She didn't know why the Titan God would say such a prophecy to her. Could she fall in love with a Troll?

Lost in thought, Princess Moira still respectfully bowed to Hu Feng. "I've remembered, Father God, thank you for your guidance."

After the private alliance was signed, the Stormwind Kingdom, the Dwarves, and the Gnomes all began to prepare for war nervously.

In the Westfall, along the coast, a port city in the style of the Night Elves was being rapidly constructed. At the same time, a large number of Arcane constructs were transporting massive stone blocks, scurrying around the Stormwind Kingdom's territory. The Stormwind City Stonemasons Guild, holding blueprints, directed these constructs to their designated locations.

Wide and flat roads were also being rapidly laid within the unfinished fortress clusters, with the roads leading to Stormwind City being completed first. An endless stream of munitions and various supplies began to be escorted into Stormwind City by Suramar Spellblades, wagonload after wagonload. Goldshire, the closest town to Stormwind City, had now become a semi-militarized transit hub. Countless catapults, cannons, and Dwarf steam tanks were briefly assembled here before dispersing to various fortresses.

New recruits were training in temporary military camps scattered throughout Elwynn Forest, while veteran soldiers, after receiving specialized training, were being deployed to various defensive points. Throughout the Stormwind Kingdom, there were torrents of moving white armor and oceans of flags with blue backgrounds and golden lion heads.

The soldiers had already learned: the Deities had issued a warning that an alien race called Orcs was about to arrive in this world. They intended to burn human cities, slaughter human civilians, and level human kingdoms.

But no one was afraid. Humans were strange creatures. When facing unknown fear, even if the hidden enemy was a weak little squirrel, they would be extremely vigilant and nervous. But once they knew exactly what the enemy was, where they came from, and what their capabilities were, humans were no longer afraid, even if the enemy was very powerful.

They gathered under the royal banner with the golden lion head, their fighting spirit soaring, eager to kill all the Orcs who dared to invade their homeland.

Stormwind City was also united as one at this moment. Of course, this did not mean that the nobles were particularly sensible. Except for a few enlightened nobles led by Grand Duke Bolvar, most of the other nobles initially strongly opposed and were dissatisfied with this nationwide construction and troop mobilization. Many of their territories were affected to varying degrees, and protests filled the King's Hall of Stormwind Keep.

Then, the Night Elf Divine Emissary spoke again, telling the nobles to behave and obey King Llane's orders.

Damn it! Who did he think he was! Was it that great to have Night Elves behind him!

So the nobles became even more agitated.

"Your Majesty! We firmly oppose this wasteful endeavor! We implore Your Majesty to immediately halt the useless construction and troop movements in all regions!"

"Yes! Your Majesty, I also believe that you should not let certain Night Elf existences influence your will!"

But as they spoke, they noticed that King Llane seemed strange. He was looking at them with a nostalgic and farewell gaze, uncharacteristically not arguing with them as he usually did.

"Is there... anything else you wish to say?" the King finally spoke, but the words sounded so awkward?

They soon understood why it was so awkward, because a squad of Royal Guards rushed in. After a brief chaos, all the nobles were arrested. At the same time, the doors of nobles and factions who had opposed King Llane's actions in the past were kicked open, and they were taken to prison.

Initially, many people wanted to cry injustice and quibble, but under the magical interrogation of a few Highborne Mage s, they all eagerly revealed their truest thoughts and the sordid deeds they had committed. These elven mages had mastered some mind magic taught by Faceless Ones. While they couldn't corrupt minds on such a profound level, interrogating nobles with weak wills and forcing them to tell the truth was a trivial matter.

The Stormwind Kingdom could now be called the most lively period since its founding, with major events constantly happening in both military and domestic affairs.

After a major internal purge, the old nobility had basically all fallen. Llane quickly replaced them with a group of new aristocrats who were obedient and loyal to the Stormwind royal family. Grand Duke Bolvar, no longer suppressed by the old nobles, had now become King Llane's chief domestic steward. He and Lothar managed internal and external affairs respectively, with clear division of labor.

King Llane stood on the white city walls of Stormwind City, looking at the soldiers entering and exiting Hero's Valley below, and said to Lothar beside him, "The Alliance's war machine has been fully activated. No one can resist a prepared Alliance. No matter how powerful those Orcs are, we will crush them and drive them away."

Lothar also nodded fiercely. Behind them, a giant flag with a blue background and a golden lion head fluttered in the wind.

Hu Feng, sitting aside and sipping Thunder Ale, suddenly paused, shook his head, and revealed a smile.

"Gentlemen, prepare yourselves. Medivh's soul has completely fallen silent, and Sargeras has taken control of Medivh and headed to the Darkswamp."

"The Orcs are coming."