Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 281: Hold me

The high elves are indeed very powerful, with many wizards and powerful rangers.

Sounds perfect, doesn't it?

But don't you think something is missing?

Yes, it's the soldier at the front.

The High Elves' slender physique means that they would be good mages and rangers, but not good warriors.

Their natural arm strength and physical strength are far behind those of other races. They are at a disadvantage in hand-to-hand combat against the tall and strong trolls, let alone the violent orcs.

It's not just a matter of racial talent, the most important point is that the population of high elves is too small.

Due to their long lifespan, the high elves are not keen on reproducing offspring. In addition, in a country where mages are respected, the status of warriors is extremely low. This has led to a scarcity of high elf warriors. For this reason, Quel'Thalas has vigorously developed arcane puppet technology in an attempt to use it to make up for the lack of vanguards in the war.

Without the magical defense shield of the forest, Quel'Thalas would probably repeat the same mistake as 2,800 years ago, when it was beaten to a pulp by the trolls and nearly destroyed. freeweɓnøvel.com

This time with the addition of even more violent and ferocious orcs, the high elves will definitely not be able to please them.

Seeing Duke, who was like a saint saving the world just a moment ago, suddenly turned into a rogue, Sylvanas was almost going crazy. Duke and her sister were indeed very good friends. But in the face of world-class events, Duke putting the Alliance first was absolutely unquestionable.

How could she know that Duke helped or saved every kingdom for a reason.

Needless to say, Ironforge will be the core of the Alliance in the future.

The sea kingdom of Kul Tiras is the key to the restoration of the Stormwind.

Southshore Town in Alterac...all the Stormwind Kingdom refugees are there now.

Stormwind... Duke remembered clearly what a miserable situation Stromgarde would be after the Third War. Duke sowed the seeds today, and he would surely reap the fruits in the future.

Maybe Duke is indeed a great hero of the alliance today, but when saving the world, Duke definitely doesn't mind doing something for himself. Only he knows that in the future, it will be a world where demons dozens of meters tall run all over the streets. If you don't save more vitality today, you will only pay a higher price and make more compromises in the future.

I have to assert my authority as a husband. Ahem, no. Sylvanas and I are innocent. We just need to establish a master-servant relationship.

Seeing Duke looking at her with deep eyes, Sylvanas was rarely at a loss. It was not that she did not have talent in this area, but because she had a more mature and stable elder sister to support her, she did not need to consider this matter at all. She only needed to be a Ranger General in name and be a salary thief in Silvermoon City.

If she was asked to come up with a plan or a suitable identity and reason to let Duke lead the army to rescue Quel'Thalas, she really couldn't tell the answer.

After realizing that Duke was not intimidated by her at all, she bit her lip, said nothing, and stared at Duke.

One second...

In five seconds...

Thirty seconds...

The air almost stagnated and time almost stopped.

Finally, there was a pleading look in Sylvanas's eyes.

Duke didn't want to push Sylvanas too much at once, so he finally sighed.

"Sylvanas, I am not blackmailing you on purpose. Facing the brutal invasion of the Horde, the eight nations signed the Treaty of the Alliance of Lordaeron. It is reasonable and legal for me to lead the army of any nation into any of the eight nations. But not Quel'Thalas. Once the Alliance's army takes even a single step into Quel'Thalas without the formal permission of the Sun King, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the high elves. I cannot bear this responsibility, and neither can Lothar. No one or more kings can bear such a responsibility."

"Then what do you say we should do?" Sylvanas was immediately disappointed when she heard this. She was not young anymore, and as a Ranger General, she knew very well how fucked up those old bastards in the Silvermoon Council were. In peacetime, this might be a manifestation of democracy. In wartime, these guys could do nothing but drag their feet.

Even if my sister went back, how easy would it be to get the consent of His Majesty Anasterian and the Silver Moon Council to ask for help from humans?

Even after more than 2,000 years, some councillors still complained that they had given humans too many benefits. This made Anasterian, who succeeded to the throne after the Troll War, quite embarrassed. After all, even if it was not him who set the terms, it was still the fault of their Sunstrider family.

Duke sighed again: "So the key to the problem does not lie with our alliance, but with you high elves!"

"Then... is there nothing we can do? For the sake of my sister and the friendship between you and the entire Windrunner family." Sylvanas' body was trembling.

"For the sake of friendship, you come up first!" Duke stretched out his right hand to Sylvanas. "When I inferred that the Horde might attack Aerie Mountain in the Hinterlands, I wrote a personal letter to Magni Bronzebeard. Because his father was seriously injured and unable to manage the affairs, Magni now asks me in the name of the acting Bronzebeard Dwarf King that if we find that Aerie Mountain is attacked by the Horde, I hope that the Alliance must save their fellow Wildhammer Dwarves. So it is absolutely reasonable and legal for us to go to Aerie Mountain."

"Then what?"

"If we can successfully protect the Wildhammer dwarves, we will pursue the coalition of orcs and trolls all the way to the border of Quel'Thalas. But let me make it clear in advance that until Quel'Thalas officially announces its joining the Alliance, the soldiers of the 'Alliance' will never set foot in the territory of the high elves." Duke emphasized his words, focusing on the two words 'Alliance'.

"Hmph! You, have you thought about this long ago?" Sylvanas said angrily, but she put her hand on Duke's palm.

Ugh, Sylvanas's hands are so soft.

Damn it, how come these rangers pull bows all day long and don't even have calluses on their hands? The bodies of high elves are really unscientific!

Without giving Duke any more chance to be distracted, Sylvanas turned over neatly and sat on the back of the griffin behind Duke.

Duke had originally fantasized about whether Sylvanas would stick to his back. Unfortunately, Sylvanas , who had just embarrassed Duke, was very defensive. No matter how the griffin's back twisted or how bumpy it was when it flapped its wings, Sylvanas just held the griffin's back, keeping her chest away from Duke, and at most holding Duke's belt with both hands.

Unfortunately, an hour later, Sylvanas's efforts to prevent herself from being molested were doomed to fail.

Because there was a battle ahead.

Countless griffins were circling in the sky, and on the ground, black javelins were shooting into the sky like lightning, occasionally shooting down dwarves and griffins.

Sylvanas gritted her teeth, pressed Duke's shoulders, turned over and stood in front of Duke.

"Hold my waist tight!"