Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 200: Elves

"Well, that's all the troops we have now."

Lothar clapped his hands to draw everyone's attention back: "I know it takes a long time for a country to switch from peacetime to war. Thank you kings for your efforts and support. What we need to think about now is how to use these troops to win a series of beautiful victories. I don't ask for a decisive battle to immediately destroy the entire tribe, but I hope to lead everyone to keep winning, from one victory to another."

All the kings and generals immediately applauded.

At this time, Duke suddenly laughed: "Respected Commander, it seems that this is not all the troops you have now."

"Who else?" Lothar was stunned. All the troops that the seven human kingdoms had promised to send, except for those deployed on the North Stream Coast, were here. The dwarves were still busy with their own affairs and there was no way they could have spare strength.

"How could you forget about the high elves?" At this moment, Duke was radiant and had a hint of excitement on his face. Anyone could see how happy he was.

"High elves?"

"Impossible! Didn't they not join the alliance?" the kings discussed.

"That shitty congressman." King Aiden of Alterac spitted out venom without hesitation.

Antonidas seemed to remember something and stroked his long white beard. "If anyone else was the commander, it would be impossible. But the commander is you... Anduin Lothar. That's another matter. Have you forgotten? The high elves have signed an ancient covenant with us humans since the time of Emperor Thoradin."

"Ancient covenant..." Lothar muttered to himself, and he suddenly remembered that there was such a thing. But there were too many things going on recently, and the high elves were so cold before, Lothar almost forgot about it.

Antonidas, who was old but wise, stroked his white beard, looked at the agitated Duke, and smiled: "Haha, I think the two commanders should go to greet them."

Antonidas was indeed prudent. He knew that the performance of Silvermoon Council member Dalkan on the day of the alliance had angered most of the kings. For the sake of face, most of the kings would definitely not go.

And it was definitely not the Sun King himself who was coming, so it was completely understandable that we did not go to greet him.

Only then did a sentry hurried to the gate of the headquarters and report: "The elves are coming."

"Oh, we knew that already." Lothar said calmly.

"Did you know that? We only received the report from the patrol ship when the elven ship was almost within five nautical miles..." The sentinel, who was obviously from Kul Tiras, had a bitter tone in his voice.

Lothar did not blame the poor sentinel: "It's okay. There are also Nagas and murlocs under the command of the deputy commander patrolling the sea area off Southshore."

Upon hearing this, the sentry retreated with a sense of relief.

Lothar looked around and said, "Well, Your Majesties, Your Excellencies, the arrival of the elves represents the attitude of a powerful country on the continent. If you are willing, follow me to welcome the envoy of the Sun King Anasterian. The rest of your majesties, you can rest here for a while."

After a little thought, Llane, Daelin and Antonidas finally followed Lothar, Duke and Turalyon to the dock.

Although Daelin was not very proud, he was extremely concerned about how many ships the elves could bring to him, the admiral and commander-in-chief of the naval fleet.

Lion simply wanted to see the Alliance become stronger, but no one knew what Antonidas was thinking.

At this moment, more than 20 speedboats with typical high elf characteristics were flying across the sea like arrows.

"Hahaha! I can't wait to see how those humans get flustered. Just now I had my men completely avoid the patrols of their ships and come in through the gaps in the patrol network. Anyway, it's broad daylight and the visibility is so good, they won't mistake our high elf ship for a broken orc ship, right?"

A calm voice interrupted the first voice: "Sorry, humans discovered us 10 nautical miles ago."

"How is this possible?!" the owner of the first voice exclaimed.

"My intuition tells me that this is the case. Although I didn't find any human reconnaissance ships, I could feel the gazes on me, and there were more than one. There's no mistake."

Walking out of the command center and coming to the top of the mountain near the sea, people cast their eyes towards the elf speedboat breaking through the waves towards the port in the distance.

Compared to the tall hulls of humans, the elves' clippers are flatter. The slender and streamlined hulls are made of hard star wood that is only produced in the Quel'Thalas forest. Not only is it hard, it is also lighter than most ship woods.

The hull was not only carved with a large number of exquisite arc-shaped patterns, but also equipped with dozens of magically enchanted glaive throwers on the edge of the hull. The huge triangular glaive throwers, composed of three sharp cones, were no less powerful than ordinary human cannons in terms of range.

The figureheads all have the typical shape of a horned hippogriff's beak. When moving at full speed, this figurehead that looks only decorative can also serve as a ramming horn, allowing the Elf Clippers to cut through the hulls of medium-sized or smaller warships like a sharp blade cutting through butter, and crush them completely.

"Elven destroyers," naval specialist Daelin Proudmoore said softly. "Faster and lighter than our Kul Tiran scout ships - they carry fewer weapons, but that also gives them considerable speed. This is a good, no, an excellent addition to our fleet."

After saying this, the Alliance Navy Admiral frowned and said, "But this is too few, isn't it? I only saw 8 light speedboats and 16 ultra-light reconnaissance ships. This is only the configuration of two battle groups."

"Perhaps there is more beyond the horizon?" Turalyon said soothingly from the other side of Lothar.

"No!" Admiral Daelin shook his head very confidently: "This is not their habit. If nothing unexpected happens, this is all they have."

There was an indescribable disappointment in Daelin's tone. Perhaps it was Duke's generosity that made him have more expectations, but the greater the expectations, the greater the disappointment. Especially after having to divide his troops to garrison in the waters off the Beiliu coast, Daelin was extremely eager for the number of warships.

He knew very well that it would be impossible to protect the entire coastline of the northern continent with just this small fleet.

"24 ships also mean that our fleet has increased its combat power by 24 ships." Duke comforted Admiral Daelin: "As you just said, this is at least an excellent addition to our fleet."