At the dock of Southsea Town, the Lion King flag of the Alliance fluttered in the wind. Alleria stood beside Anduin Lothar, welcoming the arrival of Quel'Thalas' fleet.
After a long period of disputes and waiting, the high elves finally fully joined the Alliance's military operations. Quel'Thalas' attitude gave Anduin Lothar strong support. The participants of the alliance finally reached a consensus and completed basic unity.
There are no more obstacles to the southern expedition, and the restoration of the country is just around the corner.
Many small black dots can already be seen on the distant sea. Judging from experience, it will be at least more than an hour before the fleet lands, so Alleria suggested: "Marshal Lothar, it will be a while before the fleet docks, let's go first Get out of the wind.”
"It's okay, blowing some air will help keep your mind clear."
Alleria left the pier without comment, found a place sheltered from the wind, and sat down with her cloak on her back.
She respected Anduin Lothar's charisma and noble moral character. But unlike Turalyon's group of idiot fans, Alleria does not believe in the "two whatevers" - whatever Lothar says is right, and Lothar's decisions must be resolutely implemented.
And Alleria's special status also gave her a reason to enjoy special treatment.
Relying on the power of the Alliance, Alleria can interrogate prisoners of war calmly and collect information about her beloved brother Liras.
Because he is a high elf, a ranger general of Quel'Thalas, and a distinguished volunteer, every alliance general and soldier has basic goodwill toward him. Therefore, even if some inhumane methods are used in the interrogation, humans who also hate orcs will pretend that they have not seen it, and even provide some conveniences for themselves.
However, when my compatriots arrive, everything will be different.
She is the hero of Silvermoon City, a role model for countless people, and a benchmark that has been put on the altar of morality. Alleria Windrunner must be perfect, selfless, and benevolent, and is kidnapped by public opinion.
Thinking about it from a certain perspective, Alleria didn't even want Quel'Thalas' army to arrive.
Unlike Alleria Windrunner in another world, Alleria did not see the broken body of her brother Lilas in this world. Although the statements of witnesses and survivors of that battle all proved that Lilas was worthy of the title of Quel'dorei, and he did not insult the name of a warrior until he died in battle.
but.
but……
But Liras can’t see anyone alive or dead!
just in case!
What if Liras was only seriously wounded and captured.
What if my beloved brother is still alive?
Although the hope was slim, Alleria had a hope in her heart that was like a candle in the wind. This small hope kept her from falling into the deepest abyss of despair.
As Gul'dan stabbed the tribe in both sides, the orcs who went north to Lordaeron fled south despite the pain of having two knives stuck in their backs. A large number of orcs who had no time to move became prisoners of the Alliance.
Through constant interrogation and data collection, the Alliance gradually figured out some things they didn't know before.
Such as Gul'dan's betrayal, Orgrim's plight, and the possible whereabouts of Liras.
Alleria looked up at the sky, thinking about what she should do next. Suddenly, a big face blocked her sunlight.
"Aren't you going to accompany Lothar?"
Alleria raised her ears and hair, lowered her head and asked.
"The marshal is just dissatisfied with the slackness of the generals and uses this opportunity to give them a little trouble. For a hard-working guy like me, I won't blow the sea breeze. Here."
Turalyon handed Alleria a bottle of mead, then sat next to her. He noticed that Alleria moved unnaturally, and realized that he was sitting too close, making the goddess uncomfortable. , so he moved his buttocks to adjust a suitable distance between the two of them.
"Your attendant said you haven't had breakfast yet. Drink some mead to nourish your stomach."
Turalyon said warmly.
"Thanks."
Alleria was not polite. She pulled out the cork and took a sip. It tasted pretty good.
Turalyon liked herself, and Alleria knew it well. But Alleria didn't like Turalyon that much, and it had nothing to do with ****. Hundreds of years have made Alleria's mood peaceful and indifferent. After becoming famous, she has long lost the urge to fight for love. In comparison, family love is more important to her.
His mother died young, his father was addicted to the family's fame and power, and a group of relatives relied on their reputation to act as a fake and powerful person. The second sister always wants to surpass herself, the third sister is rebellious and ignorant, and only the fourth brother Liras can bring the warmth to his family.
My mother died of illness shortly after giving birth to her fourth brother. I still remember her mother holding my hand and telling me that my eldest sister is like my mother. From now on, I will take care of my younger brothers and sisters by myself. Alleria accepted her mother's instructions with tears in her eyes.
For Lilas, Alleria gave her dual love as sister and mother, and Liras lived up to Alleria's expectations and grew into the sunny boy Alleria expected.
How many people know that the bond between these siblings is the continuation of Alleria's beautiful expectations and another form of life inheritance.
Lilas is Alleria's other self with no regrets, no flaws, and no confusion.
Upon hearing the news of Lilas's death, Alleria not only felt the pain of losing her son that penetrated deep into her bones, but also felt the pain of being torn apart physically and mentally.
Under such pain, Alleria simply could not bear a relationship, a relationship with a short-lived species.
"I really envy Carlos. I have restored the glory of Ironforge. It's great to be the king. I don't have to worry about so many bad things and I can fight wherever I want."
Turalyon first brought up the topic. If men and women don't talk about work or love, they can only talk about friends they both know.
"Haha, if we meet again, I will relay your evaluation."
Alleria couldn't help but laugh, her smile was like a flower.
She knew that Turalyon just wanted to make her happy, but it was really unethical to arrange friends like this.
The entire league now knows how dissatisfied Carlos is with the league. The entire alliance is watching, Alterac is fighting, the entire alliance is losing, and only Carlos is winning. Although anyone with a discerning eye knows the twists and turns inside, they know that this is not a reflection of the true strength of the alliance.
But Carlos undoubtedly became a victim in the disputes within the alliance, and he became the main force. This is what happened.
According to the original plan, the alliance launched a full-scale attack on the wetlands two months ago. However, an inexplicable wave of cessation of war came very quickly, and the situation suddenly became deadlocked.
The kings and lords held meetings, meetings, meetings, communicated, communicated, and connected in series, vividly embodying the sordid nature of politics.
But the soldiers didn't care.
Because the previous battle was too hard, resting is also an excellent choice.
Therefore, although Carlos did not attend the previous kingdom meeting, no one was harsh on Alterac in terms of profit distribution. After all, Carlos's old father-in-law, Terenas, was the alliance's largest financial backer.
All the top leaders of the alliance know that the orcs must fight, the tribes must fight, and killing others while they are sick is the basic law of war. But how to fight and how to fight is very important. In the previous Hillbrad war, the beneficiaries were the kingdoms of Lordaeron, but in the southern expedition, the Kingdom of Stormwind was an obstacle that could not be circumvented.
This is the crux.
That's why Lothar values Quel'Thalas's attitude so much. The high elves' bargaining chip is so important that it completely changes the balance within the alliance.
"He must have had a hard time in the south. Although the orcs are hateful, they are not enemies that can be defeated easily."
"Who says otherwise? Once your fleet in Quel'Thalas is in place, the pressure on transporting supplies by sea will be much lessened, and we can mobilize our fleet to participate in the offensive on the Sardo Bridge. The difficulty now is to open up Arathi and The land connection of the wetlands. According to intelligence, the tribe’s defenders set up explosive devices at the Saldo Bridge. Once the situation is unfavorable, they are ready to blow up the bridge. The battle situation is now deadlocked, which is very uncomfortable. "
As Turalyon spoke, the topic extended to the battle situation.
"So I have already proposed that we should attack directly and be prepared for the Saldo Bridge to be blown up."
Alleria said politely.
"Oh, that's correct militarily. But the Saldo Bridge took more than fifty years of joint efforts by humans and dwarves to complete. At that time, it was still the Arathor Empire. Now, who is willing to bear the burden of repairing the Saldo Bridge? The cost of repairing the cross-sea bridge is astronomical."
Turalyon shrugged helplessly.
"However, such a small orc garrison has dragged at least 50,000 of your human troops into Arathi. The pros and cons of this are difficult to calculate."
Alleria tilted her head and looked at Turalyon, wanting to hear his explanation.
"So it's my turn to play."
"ha?"
"The big shots above have unified their opinions. In fact, things are still easy to handle. The Alliance will organize an offensive with the Silver Hand as the spearhead to surprise the orc defenders of the Sardo Bridge."
Turalyon smiled confidently.
Either succeed or no bones remain! What kind of vanguard battle? To put it bluntly, doesn't it mean that the paladin is expected to use his personal strength to crush the orc defenders? But this battle plan is to dance on a burning powder keg. Once it fails, it will end in pieces.
Alleria originally wanted to stop dying...
The words that came to my lips became: "Good luck!"
After saying that, she took a sip of mead and handed the bottle to Turalyon as a practice in advance. At this point, Alleria knew she couldn't leave.
"Thank you for your kind words."
Turayan blew at the bottle boldly.
As he drank, his face turned red.
This is not considered an indirect kiss. (To be continued.) m.
