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"Can you make a promise?"
Galen pressed again, saying that Stromgarde was not as powerful as before, and if Lordaeron really attacked, they would not be able to withstand it. Moreover, the Kingdom of Alterac definitely did not exist, as Perenolde had simply run away, not even caring about his son and wife, and had simply disappeared without a trace. Perenolde had betrayed the Alliance, causing Lordaeron to be attacked, and he would definitely not let this go. If the Kingdom of Alterac was destroyed, then the next one would be Stromgarde, so he had no choice but to be cautious.
"Of course, as long as you don't attack Lordaeron, I won't send troops to any kingdom. Nothing can't be resolved through negotiation, and war is only the last resort. If everyone develops peacefully, there won't be too many problems. My focus will be on fighting against the demon invasion, and I won't have time to intrigue with you."
Alsace snorted, remaining very calm from beginning to end.
Galen wanted to ask further, but the person next to him pulled him and nodded in one direction. Looking over there, he saw a tall and beautiful woman walking in. She had a pretty face, sexy and tall, and was wearing armored combat boots. She looked like the Green Dragon Ambassador, Emerisse, but now she had changed from an elf to a human, so it was a little hard to recognize her for a while.
Seeing Emeris standing quietly behind Arthas, Galen swallowed his words back, his face flushed, and he was almost angry to death. That was a green dragon, and its performance on the battlefield was obvious to all. The orcs couldn't stand it. Arthas represented Lordaeron, and he would not openly attack his allies, but the dragons were different. If the dragons hated them, even the archmages of Dalaran would die, not to mention Stromgarde, whose strength had already been greatly reduced. If he didn't act like a grandson now, when would he act like a grandson?
"Since there are no problems, let's move on to the next one. Standing in front of us is the Blood Ring Clan of the tribe. They are guarding the road to the Sorrow Swamp. The tribe's army has already gathered in the Cursed Land, ready to fight a decisive battle with us!"
Sir Lothar pointed to the map and said that the situation on the battlefield was changing rapidly. He did not advance rashly, but won step by step, advancing steadily and steadily, forcing the tribe to fight them head-on and unable to continue retreating.
The Horde had already lost a large number of troops in the previous Lordaeron raid. Once a stalemate occurs, the logistical pressure will be greatly increased, and collapse will be a matter of time.
Alsace just listened and didn't express his opinion. He watched several generals arguing and proposing their own plans.
Sir Lothar did not make a rash judgment, but only listened to the opinions of all parties, and then thought about the feasibility of the plan, and the balance of the strength of the coalition forces, which was the most critical. Otherwise, blindly letting the soldiers of a kingdom die, no one could bear it.
"Your Highness, do you have anything to say?"
Losa rarely asked Alsace, and seemed to have a hard time making a choice. Was he suffering from decision-making difficulty?
"No, I don't know much about marching and fighting. The previous battles were also thanks to my adjutant Marlan's command. I am here to learn. You are the commander and you make the decisions."
Alsace did not make any suggestions. In his opinion, it was just a matter of how to deal with the orcs at the lowest cost.
"Oh? Then everything that happened before was just in vain?"
Prince Galen sneered sinisterly, we are all princes, why are people around us discussing Alsace, and he is not even a background figure!
"It's because of people like you that the progress of the alliance is slowed down. Tsk, if you want to be famous, then go kill the orcs and build your reputation instead of moaning like a piece of trash here. Glory is something you fight for yourself, not given by others. I'm very upset with you, so stop being so shady with me, otherwise, hehe."
Alsace hit back without any hesitation, saying, "Don't give him that."
Looking at the murderous Alsace, Galen's head shrank, and he seemed to feel ashamed. He forced himself to shout, "What else can you do! Kill me?"
Arthas raised his index finger and shook it, making a disdainful expression. "I won't attack members of the alliance, but I can beat you up and make you lie down for half a month. Some people pretend to be dead when it comes to a decisive battle. They have no sense of honor and don't even dare to fight the tribe. How can they be kings? My father always said that His Majesty Danas was a wise king. How could he have a useless son like you?"
"you!"
Galen wanted to say something but was stopped by his men, who knew that if he continued, they might resort to violence.
"Alright, alright, stop arguing. This is the Alliance. We should work together to deal with the tribes instead of fighting among ourselves. These are all trivial matters. Right now, we have to deal with the orcs. Prince Galen, you will lead the troops to fight against the Blood Ring Clan and open a path for the Alliance to enter the Cursed Land. Is that okay?"
Lothar had to separate the two men. If they fought together, a more troublesome situation might arise.
"no problem."
Prince Galen snorted, pretending to be strong on the surface, but he was actually terrified inside. She was frightened by Emerisse's pressure and kept sweating. It was obvious that the dragon was not easy to deal with.
After the meeting, Arthas returned to his camp, and Muradin arrived with his dwarf tribe.
Khaz Modan had been under siege before, which prevented the dwarves from getting out and the orcs from getting in, and the situation had been stalemate. During this period, the orcs had taken away a large amount of ore and weapons that could not be moved, and the dwarves had also suffered heavy losses. This time, the hot-tempered dwarves also brought their elite troops to join the siege.
"It's nice to meet you, Muradin."
Arthas always had a kind of respect for Muradin, a true warrior and an elder. At least he was more like a teacher than Uther. A teacher not only teaches students knowledge, but also guides their growth and prevents them from going astray. If Muradin was there during the Stratholme incident, Arthas's ending might have been much better.
"Haha, hello, Your Highness. The beer you sent is really good. Old Muradin is very happy."
Muradin laughed loudly. The dwarf's generosity was fully displayed in his performance. He looked like someone who could be a friend.