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Chapter 0129 Battle of Stratholme (5)(2/2)

When Grand Marshal Garythers suddenly saw this, he wanted to curse himself on the spot!

It would be fine if the fire elements attacked the north and robbed their territory of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, but now, Dassorhan is coming to cause trouble for him? It's so outrageous! In the Minaisheil royal family, which Garithers originally thought, had been dead for a long time, he actually found a Princess Caria back? It was at this critical moment?

Now, the princess is back. Although he is still the Grand Marshal of the Lordaeron League in the future, he can imagine that he will never be the Grand Marshal of the previous one again... In the future, there will be a kingdom princess who will press his head against him, or even the Queen of Lordaeron in his position?

If... if... if Princess Carlia was not available, once Garithers restored the hometown of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, he would be the hero of the entire Lordaeron and the alliance, and even the hero of mankind!

Then, with this achievement, it was not impossible for him to be the king in one fell swoop!

But now? There is no chance! Even if you regain your territory and expel the dead, it is done under the leadership of the great Princess Caria. Princess Caria can smoothly add a lot of money to her upcoming queen crown - the revival princess? The revival queen?

And he, Garithers, was at most a general under the Queen! Who would still remember him at that time?

Marshal Gallithers could already imagine that once Princess Caria returns to Tyre's hand, from then on, the remaining forces of the Kingdom of Lordaeron will never be centered on Marshal Gallithers, and will never bow to his orders again, because they have a better loyalty partner and a larger flag!

Alas... I don't know what I do...

Just as Garithers was frowning at the sight of the letter, sighing, and preparing to deal with the upcoming Princess Caria, a commander soldier walked in at the right time.

"Report! His Excellency the Grand Marshal, five high elves of Quelthalas riding dragon eagles flew out from outside. They claimed to be the messengers of the Kingdom of Quelthalas, and said that there were important things that needed to meet with the Supreme Commander of the Hand of Tyr, and informed mankind of some things about the Kingdom of Quelthalas."

"Hmph! The messengers of Quel'thalas? Are those long-eared elves who have been repeatedly recurring? It is said that they have been harmed by the Alsace's miscellaneous slut? Why don't you stay honestly in the north and lick your wounds, and have time to come to our Kingdom of Lordaeron?"

Gallithers frowned and thought for a while. He put himself in his shoes and thought for a while. He didn't understand what the elves were coming at the moment. He had heard that the other party had been very badly harmed by the undead army of Alsace before. Although they won for no reason in the end, Quel'thalas has become riddled with holes. Now, we should take advantage of the stall where the undead have not yet moved and lie dormant in Quel'thalas and slowly recover our vitality, right?

You know, the main force of the undead natural disaster is Lordaeron, and even the demons that have arrived recently! Their elves have a chance to shrink and develop, just like they have done for more than two thousand years. But now, they have long ears but are running out at this time. What are they going to make trouble? Do you think there are not enough things here in Garithers?

"Marson Marshal? Do you want to see them?"

The soldier did not dare to answer the Marshal's words, and didn't know how to answer. After all, he was just a soldier. Now he came in just to convey a message. If he couldn't see him, he was all based on the Marshal's words. What's the use of saying so much to him?

"Forget it, there is nothing to do anyway, so you might as well meet me! Wait a while, you will invite them to the castle hall now. I will be ready in a while and then go there."

Finally, Garithers thought about it and decided to meet the envoys of the elves. However, before going to meet, he needed to wear his marshal's outfit, so that he could not weaken the human momentum! He wanted to see what those high elves had long ears wanted to do when they came here!
Chapter completed!
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