Standing on the fortress built by the dead, I couldn't help but feel proud. This was not only because we got it easily than 21, but more because we knew exactly that I might have more than these, but also the feelings I had that I had.

In this regard, I couldn't help but start looking around to search for my imagined target.

But I didn't find Sylvanas, but my eyes stayed on another elf. She was currently with her favorite mage. The latter might have become exhausted because he released too much interference on the battlefield just now, so he simply lay on the steps. But he still closed his eyes and smiled and talked to the elf about something beautiful, and enjoyed the holy light care given to him by the elf.

As a paladin I know clearly that after receiving the holy light and being unharmed, Ronin, who was definitely not exhausted from the power to stand. I believe Wenleza knows this very well, but who can blame him for this greed? Such love really makes me feel jealous of it, of course this is compared to the current relationship between me and my Ranger.

I also started to compare them to me and Sylvanas.

I know that no matter how powerful a mage is, he is most vulnerable to injury when he concentrates on releasing spells, but Ronin doesn't care about this issue at all, because he has a best and most trusted guardian, Wenleza. I think when he saved me this morning, Sylvanas regarded me as that. In other words, Sylvanas still cares about me. Although she refuses to admit it, I know that since she did not charge forward like other rangers in the siege, it is enough to show that he knows that I am a little absent-minded on the battlefield. Yes, it must be like that.

With this idea in mind, I nodded convincedly. At this moment, Jaina walked up with a smile. It seemed that she had noticed my thoughts fluctuations, but she still said something serious as the beginning of a conversation with me.

"Crasus and Sylvanas want me to tell you that all the undead have been wiped out."

"They asked you to tell me this?" I asked anxiously, and this naturally exposed my mood.

"It seems you're a little disappointed, or do you think she's coming?"

"But I thought he, Crasus, would come to see me..." I defended myself, but this kind of thought was simply concealing her, and it could only bring her doubts.

"Alsace?"

"Okay, I was wrong."

"There is still a lot of time, and there are still opportunities."

"Time? Yes, we still have time." I murmured, but looking at her smile and affectionate gaze, I at least promised one thing. "I hope you will be by my side anyway, right?"

"Alsace!"

"Okay, okay, I shouldn't have asked this question." Looking at her slightly angry expression, I seemed to ask another question that she thought was asking. But I still have many ways to divert this embarrassment, such as something I just thought of that could 'blame' him. "I'm very puzzled why it was her bow and arrow that saved me, and why it wasn't your spell. Didn't you notice me?"

"Sorry..." She stared at me and stammered. Maybe she really didn't notice it or she was lying like me, but gave Sylvanas that chance. Yes, since she knew about this, it must be true, but I wouldn't "give her" it because of this.

"Gianna?"

"Okay, I was wrong."

"Well... let's do it." Looking at her feeling guilty, I suddenly hugged her and smiled. Yes, I have no reason to care about this with her. After all, it was a mistake I made and I can't rely on others. But my mistakes could be exchanged for Jaina's "debt" now, and I am sure of Sylvanas's feelings for me. Especially now, I still enjoy the same **-like appearance as Wenleza and Ronin just now, which really makes me feel comfortable.

Like last time, I decided to take a day off first. I walked down the city wall to announce the news to everyone, and everyone was very satisfied with this arrangement. Yes, such an easy war and such a long rest time were definitely something that no one expected at the beginning. I originally thought it would be far more difficult than the war at the tribe at that time, but now it seems that even entering Black Rock Mountain is not as good as I am in this war. For this reason, I don’t need to make such a sure-win war so tired that everyone was as tired as at Stantamm at that time. After all, it seems that one day earlier or later, it doesn’t seem to affect the safety of the people far away in my hometown.

When I opened the map again, I realized that as long as I entered the next stronghold, I could see the position of the Demon King of Fear. I believe that if he had no killer moves at that time, his treatment would be no different from those dead souls. Thinking of this, I did not continue to think about those brain-struggled things, but went down with everyone to enjoy the joy and ease brought by this victory. As for the vigil, the barriers of the mages will help us to provide early warnings, so just like hunting, only a very small number of people were left to watch.

But is this really the case? The next morning, my fantasy was broken by a visitor, and I realized that things were far from being so simple.

Just like the morning before yesterday, after a day off, I was ready to get ready again, but at this time a teleportation technique appeared next to me again, and the technique was very similar to Jaina's. I couldn't help but look at Ronning and the mage I knew who could use teleportation technique, but neither was it. However, in Crasus's unsuspecting eyes, I could determine that the visitor was not a threat, but I vaguely felt something was wrong.

Soon a human mage's face appeared in front of me, and in his decoration, I seemed to realize that he might be with Master Gianna.

"Hello, His Highness Alsace. I was asked by Master Antonio to withdraw your troops..."

"What? Antonio? How could he do this?" I could see him with a verbal and eager look in his eyes. I was very puzzled by this. But if he abandoned these states, he felt a little suspicious about what he said. Yes, it is hard for me to imagine that Antonio would ask me to do this. There is no reason at all. First, he, a guy who does not believe in the prophecy of Medivh's doomsday, will definitely not stop us from destroying the demons. Secondly, if he really wants us to withdraw his troops, he should also let his father notify me, and not order us as a entrusted leader of Kenry.

"I don't think it was the order given by him, or did you have other purposes, who are you?"

I stared at him sharply, and he immediately showed grievance. Crassus denied my suspicion of his identity.

"He is Jindi, the son of Kadega's master Jazba. He became Master Antonio's youngest disciple when he was exiled in Stormwind. He is one of the few mages in Stormwind."

When I heard his identity, I immediately stopped warning me. Jaina also walked in and tried to comfort him, and told me with her eyes that what Crassus said was correct.

"His Highness Alsace, believe me, you must send troops back..." This young man, who was much younger than me, mustered up the courage to ask me again without completely calming down, but this time he still showed his scruples and repeated what he had just said. "It's really urgent. Please lead the troops back...be sure."

"Tell me the reason." I also walked in and comforted him with holy light. Yes, I could use teleportation techniques to his age, and looked at everyone around me with sharp eyes. Yes, I wanted to tell him that this was safe, and I also wanted to know who he was worried about, so that he did not dare to tell the truth. Similarly, the people around me looked at the visitor with doubtful eyes. But at this moment, he said something that I felt unacceptable to.

"Before I came on the boat, Gilness had already attacked Lordaeron. I believe that by this time they might attack Lordaeron City."

"Impossible! The Gilness army is only one-sixth of our Lordaeron army. Including what we took away, Uther's main force is at least twice as many as them. How could Gray-skinned dare to do such a thing!" I warned the child in a reproachful tone. Yes, his behavior is undoubtedly a shake of the morale of the army. Perhaps if it were another identity, I might have someone pulled him out long ago. Similarly, Gianna did not help him speak this time, but instead rejected his point of view on her reasons.

"And there are also our Kurtilas in the south. Did my father send troops to support him?"

"There are orcs..." Wenresa also came over and walked into him, but when he saw the Ranger approaching, he clenched his fists. Although the Ranger also noticed this behavior, this action can attribute the reason to the topic she said. After all, everyone knows the influence of the orcs on the generation of Stormwind City.

In response to this, in order to stop Wenleza from saying those things, Jaina kindly grabbed the Ranger and snatched the question and asked a question that she knew was impossible. "Have they jointly attacked Lordaeron?"

Faced with our questions, the mage just answered Jaina's last question first, and this result made me feel that things might be a little bit worse than I think.

"No... the orcs wanted to move eastward across the sea, and the Admiral sent the main force to hunt them down."

"Trouble!" I couldn't blame his father when Jaina was present. After all, he had no mistake in reason, and this mistake was not irreparable. So I arranged for the person who could notify Dailin as soon as possible to stop the admiral's behavior. "Crassus, you must warn him to stop chasing the orcs and let them come back."

I asked the Red Dragon Mage, but he seemed to be much calmer than me now, and he calmly asked Jindi the most critical question.

"Child, I believe you are the intention of Antonio, but I want to ask you why he believed that Uther's troops could not defeat the invaders of Gilness." As soon as this was said, all his eyes were turned to him, and at this time he seemed to have no reason to hide the truth, so he told me something that shocked me even more.

"Arugao, the gray-haired mage consultant, turned half of his soldiers into extremely ferocious werewolfs, those werewolfs..."

"Damn!" Hearing the word werewolf, I suddenly remembered Alugao's identity. He was right that evil and selfish Lord of the Wolf King... My voice interrupted Jindy's continued, and I sat on the ground angrily and regretted that I had not realized this fact early, as well as Gray Side's instinctive thinking as a political speculator.

The relationship between the two countries is so tense now, and with his current strength and situation, their demise may be just a matter of our thoughts. So he must be desperate to find the opportunity to turn the tables. The plague in the north and the expeditionary force I led half of the troops here may be the best opportunity, and it is the only time. If it were me, I would definitely do this, and use my best efforts to show off with us.

"He actually has the power to transform an army into a werewolf, which is absolutely impossible, unless..." I lowered my head and thought about these things, and I seemed to have realized another problem. Perhaps this was originally the devil's plan. Yes, if Arugao had tried to turn a werewolf before this, then Kenreto's elf would definitely give him a more severe punishment than Kel Thujad, but this might also be that he did a very secret, or...

"It's the demon's guidance..." Crasus answered my question firmly, and this also marked the breaking of my last fantasy.

Crassus's understanding made me feel desperate. Since that's the case, I don't seem to have anything to say, and there is only one way to solve this problem.

"When we go back, flatten Gilness!" I angrily turned to the direction from the south, but I stopped moving forward again, because I could easily think that the situation might be more serious than this.

Yes, if I go back, I will be completely controlled by the demon. But what can I do? I can't ignore my hometown in order to completely eliminate the demon. What's even more sad is that even if I go back now, I'm afraid I won't be able to get away with Lordaeron for half a month. And if I think from the perspective of others, if I were that Melganier, I would have seen the dead bodies all over the city, so that I would be desperate.

I hesitated, but this was not the time to stay. At this moment, Crasus used another way to comfort me. Yes, he also suppressed all his chips to fight against the demons for me.

"I will personally stop Deline, and I will join them in attacking the eastern coastal hinterland of Gilness, as for your hometown, I will let my descendants go and help you defend the main city first."

"Thank you so much, Lord Crasus."

"I think this is not that simple, Alsace, you have to be careful."

"I understand, but I have no choice, I can't let my people be persecuted, so we have to go back."

When Crasus heard this, he didn't continue to say anything, but turned into a dragon form and flew to the southeast. And I could only let my troops rush to the port as quickly as possible.
Chapter completed!