"Isn't this Master Alexis? What's wrong with him?"
When Marshal Lothar and his loyal soldiers finally entered Tranquil Garden Town without any danger, they saw a large group of civilians kneeling in front of the Holy Light sculpture in the center of the town square to pray. In the blacksmith shop not far away, Diakum was treating a frail old mage.
Lothar stepped forward in surprise and asked.
"It's not a big deal. I just used my own magic power to bring the people in the town back to Material World from Twisting Nether. As a result, the magic power was drained and the oil was exhausted. It's not a big problem. I have treated him and he will slowly recover after a few years of rest.
However, it is unlikely that there will be any further progress on Arcane Path in the future."
Vigilant applied a Holy Word: Fortitude to the unconscious old mage. When he stood up, he heard Lothar say in an emotional voice:
"Grand Magus is worthy of being Dalaran. He really has a heart for justice and will risk his own death to save civilians. However, how could civilians be sent to Twisting Nether? Isn't that the devil's territory?"
"Oh, because this master was plotted by your sworn brother Medivh, and when he cast the protective magic, he accidentally sent everyone in the town to Twisting Nether."
Diakum said expressionlessly, and the emotion on Lothar's face instantly turned into embarrassment.
He waved his hands and said:
"At least the merits and demerits are equal. It must be the bad thing done by the hateful Dark Titan pretending to be Medivh! Dark Titan has done all kinds of bad things."
"What's wrong with you?"
Diakum glanced at Lothar's injury, and threw him a Holy Word: Heal to speed up the healing of the wound. However, when he saw the unique knife marks on Lothar's armor, Vigilant raised his eyebrows and said:
"Did you meet Fireblade Blademasters on the road? I guess it was Azuka Blade Fury who cut your Advanced Enchanted Armor like this? Judging from the knife marks, that little girl's martial arts skills are indeed not much worse than her father's.
You are lucky to be able to come back alive."
"After you've said everything, what else do you want me to say?"
Lothar complained, and then invited Diakum to the hotel in the town to discuss the matter.
The local Duke Eberlock came to show his familiarity, but was assigned a lot of tasks by Lothar. There were also other nobles who wanted to come in and get close to each other. A marshal would have one less trouble to deal with. After sending four or five people in a row, no one finally came to bother him.
"Well, this Brightwood is the hinterland of the kingdom. It has a good environment, a pleasant climate and a lot of industries, which leads to a large number of nobles here. But most of them are flatterers. There are very few people who can do things like Mayor Solomon."
Lothar pulled up the chair and sat opposite Dick, sighed and said:
"Don't laugh at us for being pedantic in our work, but the fact is that Stormwind Kingdom's nobles are generally rich for only a few generations, and they have not completely degenerated into the kind of Northern Borderlands who can't get things done, but bad things are like a good person. Although they are mediocre, at least they will not cause trouble for us.
Forget it, let's get down to business.
I will go back to Stormwind next and report the battle of the Redridge Mountains to King Llane in person. Do you want to go back with me?"
"Actually, you can wait a day or two."
Diakum shook his head and said:
"Before you leave, settle the civilians of Tranquil Garden Town. The location of this town is very important. It is best to use the troops on hand to turn it into a temporary fortress. This is a forest environment, and Dragonmaw Clan's air superiority cannot be used. It is a good place for you to fight back."
"I thought so too."
Lothar took out a pipe from his Magic Satchel, filled it with some dwarf tobacco, and lit it next to the candlestick. In this way, he made his mind clearer and said to Vigilant:
"We have already lost Redridge Mountains, and we must not lose Brightwood again! Westfall is the Eastern Kingdoms granary. If it is occupied by Orcs, the Northern Borderlands kingdom will have to consider providing supplies even if it wants to send troops for support.
To guard Westfall, Brightwood is the top priority!
It's easy to arrange the Warriors. The elite Kurzen Brigades are at the Stranglethorn Vale border. It only takes a few hours for them to get here. The question is where should the civilians be sent?
I can't send them all to Westfall, the road is too far and if Westfall sends a large number of civilians there without advance preparation, it will definitely cause trouble.
The folk customs there are very tough, and the farmers dare to fight with Gnoll even though they are holding pitchforks and riding old horses, and they generally don't like the "city people" here in Tranquil Garden Town and think they are very hypocritical."
"Send it to Karazhan."
Dick waved his hand and said:
"The town over there can be expanded to accommodate Tranquil Garden Town people. Medivh's old housekeeper Moroes is also a spell caster. He activated the Karazhan magic tower's defensive barrier to ensure the protection of these civilians.
Moreover, the terrain of Deadwind Pass is also suitable for long-term defense.
That is not a strategic location, and Orcss will not divide their forces to attack there.
In addition to the limited number of people it can accommodate, it is a perfect shelter, allowing residents to escape into the Karazhan tower when necessary."
"Good idea! Let's do it."
Lothar's eyes lit up and he said:
"In this way, Tranquil Garden Town's fortress construction can be put on the schedule immediately. Calculate the time, and when Orcs comes over, this place will become a simple fortress."
"Gaiara has Shaman under his command. They use earth and stone to create a fortress that is no weaker than a boulder. If your soldiers can find enough materials for them, they can connect the town with the ridges on both sides to create a simple but useful city wall."
Diakum thought about it all the way, he waved his hand and said:
"The terrain of Brightwood is not suitable for the passage of large armies. I think Orcs will use this place as a flank. Their real main attack direction is Elwynn Forest. A very tragic battle will inevitably break out there.
But what I'm curious about now is whether you, as the commander of the army, have a specific response strategy.
You should know that for the Stormwind Kingdom, what they need most now is not victory."
"It's time!"
Lothar blew out a smoke ring and said:
"We must stick to our own land to buy enough time for reinforcements from the north to arrive one after another. We need to send envoys to the Human King country immediately, not only the Northern Borderlands country, but also the Kul Tiras navy!
Orcs does not have a fleet, which means that as long as Daelin is willing to send even a fleet, they can attack Green Skins from the sea unscrupulously and lock them on land.
We need the casters of Dalaran and Quel'Thalas. We need them to complete the air defense for Stormwind and resist the magic dragon of Orcs.
We need the Steam Tank of Bronzebeard Dwarves as the battlefield core of the counterattack, we need the Gryphon Rider of Wildhammer Dwarves to gain an advantage for us in the air, and we need the Gyrocopter of the dwarfs to drop deadly bombs on the heads of the Green Skinss."
The marshal waved his hands and said loudly:
"We also need the Warriors from Northern Borderlands as the main counterattack force to drive Orcs out of our territory in one battle after another!
But the premise of all this is that we must guard Stormwind!
Otherwise, even if Northern Borderlands is willing to send troops, they will not be able to find a fulcrum to land on. As long as Stormwind is still there, Northern Borderlands's assistance will continue to arrive at Southern Borderlands, and we will be able to persevere.
As for specific strategies."
Lothar narrowed his eyes and did not answer for a long time. Diakum was not in a hurry and waited patiently for Lothar to give the answer.
This human marshal is not a fool, and he does not need Diakum to help him make every decision.
The most important thing is that this is a war for mankind, and this is the fate of mankind. They are not in such a desperate situation that they need to pray to a foreigner Saint to help them survive the difficult times.
Diakum learned his lesson.
He could not go against fate from the beginning. The destructive power of the accumulated destiny energy that exploded at the last moment was absolutely astonishing. If Tayara, the world tree, had not grown in Draenor at the last moment, the wave of rewinding energy transmitted by Hemen would have been enough to turn that world into the "Shattered Outland" in the vigilant's memory.
It seemed that a series of coincidences triggered that scene, but Dick knew that it was fate's stubborn counterattack.
The same counterattack also appeared in Argus.
After he killed Archimonde in advance and drove Sarkir crazy, Dark Titan arrived hundreds of years earlier than in the official history. Both events showed that fate, this bitch, would not give up willingly. The harder he pressed, the crazier he would be when he bounced back.
He is gentler, smarter, and more cautious.
"Green Skins's weakness may lie in their fighting style?"
Lothar thought and said:
"I asked Garona for information about Green Skins. They are a clan system in the Draenor world. Although they are now twisted into War Horde, that does not mean that they can transition from a clan alliance to a united constitution all at once.
There must be conflicts within them, but this is secondary.
The most important thing is that Garona told me that Green Skins does not have the habit of growing crops, and they have always maintained their nomadic customs.
This means that without advance preparation, they can only fight a short-term war!
Once it is dragged into a war of attrition, Green Skins cannot sustain a long-term war with the rations they snatch. No matter how ferocious their Warrior are, they can only fight on an empty stomach. No matter how crazy they hunt, there will not be enough prey in the forest to feed hundreds of thousands of Green Skins.
Yes!"
The marshal stood up, waved his fist fiercely, and said:
"Their weakness lies in supplies! I want them to win all the way, let them follow my retreat rhythm, let them continue to extend the front line, and eventually make them lose completely! I know what to do.
Scorched Earth."
"The army's supply is cut off."
Diakum added, his face full of admiration. At this moment, he could only say that he was worthy of being Lothar.
But he still reminded:
"Green Skins is not a fool. There are wise men among them. They can see the problems you can see. Even in the most extreme cases, Green Skins is already looking for solutions. Don't forget, it was Medivh who brought them into this world.
With Medivh's style of doing things, it's impossible not to provide them with a solution."
"Who else could they turn to for help? Diakum."
Lothar waved his hands and said:
"Either go north to Burning Steppes to contact the black dwarves of Blackrock Mountain and try to buy food from those slave owners, or go to Goblin.
Hum, Goblin!
I dare to pick up the money on the fire, and I will not let go of the gold in hell.
But you know what's the best part? Dick."
The human marshal let out a sigh of relief, blinked his eyes and said:
"If Green Skins unites with Dark Iron Dwarves, then Bronzebeard and Wildhammer Dwarves, who have a feud with Black Iron, will join us unconditionally! And if Goblin participated in this war and stood on the opposite side of mankind to aid Green Skins, then the anger of Daelin will burn the entire South Seas in an instant!
Green Skinss don't know what kind of trouble their diplomacy will bring them!
Just as they don't know how terrible the hatred between the three dwarf clans is, just as they don't know what terrible things Kul Tiras and Invincible Fleet will do to protect their maritime interests.
Well, Daelin has been unhappy for a long time seeing those Goblins occupying the South Seas route and frantically grabbing commercial interests. I will give Proudmoore a perfect reason to start a war!
Green Skinss will get help from lowly gangsters, which means we will also gain noble allies.
Humans are good at diplomacy
We will use diplomacy as a weapon to launch a deadly counterattack against Green Skins.
Come with me to Stormwind, Diakum the Saint."
Lothar Gleam's eyes were shining, and he invited:
"According to the original plan, Archbishop Alonsus Faol will conduct a preaching tour in the near future for Stormwind, who is the faith leader of our mankind and the spokesperson of Holy Light among mankind. You and he are both devout believers. Perhaps your meeting will bring new enlightenment to the soul level of mankind."
"You want me to be your lobbyist? Through the mobilization of faith, force the kings of Northern Borderlands to send troops faster?"
Diakum said with a smile:
"Lothar ah Lothar, if my people had people like you around to advise us when Draenor, Green Skins Orcs would have been doomed long ago."
"That was an exchange of faith. How can it be said to be a conspiracy?"
Lothar shook his head seriously and said:
"The truth always becomes clearer with more arguments, so what's the deal? We're leaving tomorrow afternoon and you need me to prepare a Gryphon for you. Oh, your Sunlight Eagle is much faster."
"Don't use vehicles at this time. Be careful of being shot down by Green Skins. Your Gryphon can't deal with their magic dragon. Teleport over."
Dick waved his hand and said:
"Just in time, your "Personal Mage" is here too."
"Huh?"
Lothar walked to the window and took a look, just in time to see Kagard appearing in the center of Tranquil Garden Town in the light of Teleportation Spell. The young mage raised his head and saw the marshal waving to him.
After a while, Khadgar walked into the room. He solemnly took out a gift box and handed it to Diakum, saying:
"This is a gift that Mr. Moroes asked me to send to you. It is the most proud magic item he has made in his many years of mage career. Although I don't quite understand why he suddenly gave me the nickname "Robin", he said it was a thank you for a "good story"."
"You humans are too polite. Remember to thank "Mayor" Moroes for me."
Diakum took the gift box.
His unique title made Khadgar stunned for a moment, and then Lothar whispered their plan to Khadgar. Diakum opened the gift box and found a silver magic handkerchief placed in the luxurious black velvet box, with a violet raven emblem on the edge.
This thing looks girly, full of the bourgeois-style pretentiousness of the aristocrats.
This made him a little confused.
There are so many good things in Moroes, why not give him the magic pocket watch blessed with "Legendary Dodge Technique"? If it doesn't work, the "Butler's Bell" he treasures can also be used.
With this kind of thinking, Diakum reached out and picked up the ordinary handkerchief. The panel of this thing quickly popped up:
[Moroes's Famous Handkerchief·Comes with Permanent Enchantment "Cleaning Technique", which can keep something as clean as new by wiping it; it also comes with magical magic "Armor Removal Spell (3 times/day)", which allows oneself or the enemy to quickly remove their armor when in contact (this spell does not always succeed, you can pay extra for your own energy to increase its success rate).
Item Description:
[Keeping the manor or the owner's clothes clean in a labor-saving way, and dealing with ill-intentioned disturbers in the most elegant way are the basic skills of every senior butler.---Alf Rend·Moroes]
Special instructions:
[The decision is made, it's you! Vigilant·Diakum, for the sake of Eredar suffering from insufficient population, use "Armor Removal Spell" on Archbishop Nali or other little hooves!]
"Well, this thing is more practical than I thought."
Diakum ignored the message from the guy who was full of thoughts. He gently wiped his armor with a handkerchief. In an instant, all the blood stains and traces on Lionheart Battle Armor were cleaned away. The surface of the white gold armor even had a matte texture like wax.
He raised his feet and looked at his shoes, and was surprised to find that even the dust and mud on the soles had been cleaned away.
There wasn't even any strange smell left on my body, it was just like taking a hot bath.
Garona jumped out, looked at Diakum eagerly, and whispered:
"Grandpa! Can you give me this magic handkerchief? An assassin like me really needs this thing. It can eliminate all smells and residual traces in an instant. This is simply an artifact for assassination and theft!"
"Hmph, you want to find the gift that someone gave me."
Diakum pushed away Garona's imminent assassin's claw, pointed at Khadgar who was not far away and listened seriously to Marshal Lothar's strategy, and whispered:
"That guy is also a mage, and I heard that he has connections in Dalaran's Magic Tailor Shop. He can give you a discount. Go find him. Find a way to get him to make the same one for you. This will definitely not be difficult for the magical Khadgar.
And you were asked to protect Lothar, so what if you were almost beheaded?"
"Hey, talking about this matter, there is a detail that will definitely interest you!"
Garona changed the topic smoothly and said:
"The first human elect of White Wolf God has appeared! It's Gavinrad General!"
"Huh?!"