nashuaworldcup Chapter 327 Instructions
Chapter 327 Instructions
If they can't reach an agreement, they'll keep talking. Prince Galin and Tyrande & Fordring, these two young men, may seem like leaders, but they're actually just puppets.
Rowling didn't care about their argument. The important signal the master and apprentice had received was that the allied forces would launch a full-scale attack on Undercity tomorrow! Oh no, Undercity seemed completely unprepared. After the Queen and the Kirin Tor reached an agreement, the undead territory was demarcated to its current boundaries, and the number of Forsaken garrison troops around it had decreased rather than increased, with more manpower being sent elsewhere.
After reading the military report, Lorraine and his apprentice realized that their second-in-command was a spy, a truly terrifying thought.
The enemy is already plotting a full-scale attack, but the Dreadlord Varimathras seems oblivious, still dividing his forces in various locations. The Forsaken warriors are already few in number, and their elite forces are scattered in all directions. Without support from other races of the Horde, Undercity and other places are in grave danger.
Upon hearing this, the master and apprentice suddenly realized that they had no way to directly communicate with the local military commander, and they hadn't even left any contact information with Ms. Elwin... After searching their entire bodies, all they knew was magical letters, which were used by members of the [Death Whisperer] guild for communication.
Since separating from Shadowfang Keep, Lorraine had almost forgotten about her friends, and the elite members of the Deathwhisper guild who were searching for demons on another continent...
The apprentice may have forgotten, but the teacher has not.
He knew the benefits of enchanted mail; enchanted mailboxes were everywhere in Azeroth, and even among opposing factions, letters encrypted with magic could be received. Roland secretly had his apprentice write down the coalition's plans he'd overheard in superstition and send it to the undead priestess Lilith.
Hopefully, she can convey this message to the tribe's officers.
In short, whoever it is, must pass the information to the tribe.
Tell them to prepare for a full-scale surprise attack plan launched by the Lordaeron Salvation Front.
The message was sent, and the master and apprentice secretly rejoiced, thankful they had disguised themselves to attend the banquet. Delivering urgent military intelligence—that was quite a feat, wasn't it? Everyone, be sure to seize this opportunity... It seems that some of the friends who fought their way out of the newbie village at the last time we parted haven't officially become full-fledged members yet.
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As time passed, the banquet outside remained noisy and chaotic.
Rowling acted quietly, and no one paid any attention to him.
The guards were focused on protecting the important figures in the secret chamber... paying little attention to the diners attending the event. The entire security perimeter was tight, but the middle was more spacious, with soldiers standing guard outside the inner hall's doors—all truly elite guards.
They are far more formidable than anyone Lorraine has encountered before; if his identity is exposed, he will face certain death.
This is different from launching a sneak attack on some militia members on the periphery.
Looking inside, it was clear to Master Yuvel and the others that Garin wanted even more benefits. The Scarlet Crusade was merely an embellishment, the real protagonist being Countess Katarina, representing Stormwind.
The countess seemed a little tired, and she gently reminded Garin to calm down, which made him extremely happy.
It seemed that Garin was willing to do whatever the Countess said. His fiery and restless heart would pound wildly even at the sight of Katarina. Just a moment ago, he had been arrogant and petty.
The moment the beautiful woman opened her mouth, he abandoned all his principles...
Yuvel shook his head helplessly; this boy was unlikely to achieve anything significant... He needed to make more plans. Turning around, he noticed that Tyrande and Fording were also staring intently at the man's neck...
"Sigh, young people..."
Katarina changed the subject, "We'll launch the attack tomorrow. I'll ask William to check the supplies. The Alliance's supply line only goes as far as Southshore. We can provide supplies, provided we take Ambermill, Thurbercher, or Brier! Military merits for supplies, clearly stated."
"The Regent Bolvar & Grand Duke Fordragon sent me here specifically to represent Stormwind's stance. We must consider the future of humanity; the undead cannot occupy the lands of the living. They should return to dust and ashes, and should not continue to roam the lands of the living."
"If we lose this battle and the offensive goes poorly, Your Highness Prince Garin, as the commander of your entire family, I'm afraid you'll have to risk your life to guarantee it... I boasted to those nobles that I would reclaim the Northern Territory in three days."
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Upon hearing this, Prince Garin stood up excitedly, patted his breastplate, and said, "I swear on the honor of the Stromgarde family, I will succeed or die trying! Katarina, rest assured, I will personally cut off Sylvanas's head and present it to the true princess in my heart."
Katarina smiled, and almost unconsciously let out a soft hum...
The entire movement was seamless, like the breath of a dragon.
"Call the mayor in, I have something to tell you."
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"Yes."
The servant responded, and Mayor Bonn scurried into the secret room in an instant, where he had been listening quietly.
"Your Excellency Countess Katarina, I have been waiting for you. What are your orders?"
The countess nodded. "I've already negotiated with Stormwind about your eleventh-month tax; it's temporarily waived this year. You'll still receive your share of supplies, calculated based on your population. Furthermore, all agricultural and livestock products can be sold to Stormwind. However, the prices must be lowered slightly. Do you have any objections?"
"No objections, no objections, thank you Stormwind! Our people can finally find security."
Mayor Bonn was moved to tears; everything he had done was in the hope of fulfilling this request.
However, in the eyes of the powerful, this was not an important matter at all. What mattered was the war between the Alliance and the Horde, and who could gain more land and resources.
They were willing to sacrifice countless soldiers' lives for this, since it had nothing to do with the nobles...
“Some of the young men in your town will be sent to Stormwind for training. We will be sending a real sheriff soon. Your little nephew offended me today, and I don’t want to see such an rude and incompetent person in such an important position again. Only a knight has ever been qualified to be a militia captain!”
"this?"
"What? Is there a problem..."
"No...no problem."
The mayor, who had been quite happy, suddenly looked displeased. He had no idea when his nephew had offended the Countess again.
They had clearly sent him away to be in charge of security.
Mayor Bourne was genuinely worried about his nephew, but unfortunately, he couldn't protect his incompetent protégé. No matter how much protection and support he received, his nephew, Said, continued to cause trouble... The mayor could never have imagined that the reason his nephew was dismissed from his position as sheriff was simply because Katarina had caught a whiff of dragon meat...
"Alright. Since all parties agree, let's set off tomorrow. I wish you all the best of luck... Speed is of the essence in war, and I await good news."
"I'm feeling a bit tired, so I'll take my leave."
The countess resolved the situation with just three sentences, issuing the order and then turning to leave, leaving several powerful figures who wanted to assert their presence unable to do so...
Yuville was somewhat embarrassed, but could only agree and give some further explanations...
The details were recorded by the clerk, circulated, and distributed. Mid-ranking officers like Major William, responsible only for carrying out combat missions, had no right to speak or refuse. He seemed to have already foreseen the sacrifice that would follow...
Major William's only concern was, "With only this one plan and no indication of enemy movement, is there any chance of winning this battle?"