Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 211: Complaint

Standing on a hill at the westernmost end of the western coast and looking south, the huge Redemption Island, no, the island now called Tol Barad, is on the right side of the horizon. The spiral-shaped island has a huge fortress at the highest point. On the island shore, the newly transferred Kul Tiras Fourth Fleet is stationed there.

"Duke, are you kidding? I don't think those greenskins are stupid enough to attack here." Alleria gently put her hands on her hips, and her eyes followed the direction of her hands, and she saw the sexy mermaid line of this beautiful ranger.

For some reason, Duke suddenly found that he couldn't look Alleria in the eye recently.

Alleria glared at Duke, reminding him that this was a wartime period, but in fact, Alleria also found that she couldn't look Duke in the face recently. Even though she kept telling herself that Duke was just a 15-year-old half-great kid, he didn't look like a kid!

Okay, let's get back to the topic.

The location here is very subtle. Judging from the mountain range, there are towering mountains to the west. The steep cliffs are almost 90 degrees, and even orcs find it extremely difficult to climb up. This is definitely a nightmare for the army landing.

The hill they were standing on had a slope of about 45 degrees that led all the way to the beach. It could be said that this was the limit for a large army to land.

Alleria didn't think the Horde would try here, mainly because they were too close to the Kul Tiras fleet. Even if the fourth fleet was weaker, only half the number of the first three fleets, it was not something the Horde's transport ships or scout ships could contend with.

"No, no, no! Alleria, have you noticed that the geographical location here is very delicate? The cannons on the island are out of range."

The female elf brushed her gorgeous golden hair. She noticed that the island was a bit far away. If they passed through the side of the island, there would be a blind spot that long-range weapons could not reach because of the protruding mountains on the west. If they broke through here, the artillery fire on the island would not be able to reach them.

But here, Duke actually built a huge bunker. He used newly arrived volcanic limestone mixed with cement to pour a five-story bunker here. There were eight cannons on the bottom floor, and 12 crossbows on the second floor. There were also catapult positions on both sides of the bunker.

This configuration is almost comparable to Southshore.

"I demand that you wipe out the invading tribal reconnaissance team in the shortest possible time. I can only give this task to you, Alleria!" Duke said with his eyes sharp.

The female elf was obviously pleased. She put her hands on her hips and felt as if an invisible tail was rising on her butt. "Hehe! It seems that you know very well who is the most powerful woman in the Windrunner family."

Duke held his forehead with his hand, sweating!

On the way, Duke arranged for Sylvanas to guard a bunker halfway between Southshore and here. In Alleria's opinion, that was the place most likely to be tested, so Alleria was in a bad mood for a long time.

Now that the big devil is happy, he let him go.

Alleria, who had entered a state of combat readiness... felt that Duke was getting in the way, and said that the specific arrangements of the battle zone did not require the involvement of him as the deputy commander-in-chief, and sent Duke away.

Duke originally thought that this was the end, but on the way back to Southshore, he saw two long legs dangling in the air in the road.

The green boots hanging in the air are really eye-catching, and combined with the long legs that are definitely more than 1.1 meters long, it is hard not to see them.

Elves have slender bodies, and Sylvanas's long legs are even more exaggerated. Not to mention fat, it's a perfect feeling that one more point would be too plump, and one less point would be too skinny.

Duke, Gavinrad, Windsor, and Duke's guards stopped their horses.

"Well, Sylvanas... Sylvanas, what do you want?"

Sylvanas's legs swung as if kicking water, and her expression was filled with an intoxicating laziness. "No, I always feel... are you underestimating me? It seems that you gave me this place where the orc scout ship is most likely to come, but in fact you think that my sister's place is the key point, right?"

Uh, this intuition, the Windrunner sisters are monsters!

Duke sighed, "Yes, I must admit that in my mind, the chances over there are five times higher than this side."

"Why is it arranged like this?" Sylvanas asked casually.

"Because you don't look motivated?" Duke decided to play dumb.

Everyone knows that you are a notorious "salary rogue" in Quel'Thalas, taking the benefits of the Ranger General and doing nothing all day long.

Of course, this is just appearance.

The main reason is the suppression of the Silvermoon Council, or rather the suppression of the entire Ranger faction by the High Elves' Mage Faction. The Mage Faction, which has magical powers, is the ruler, but the ruler also needs more ordinary warriors to maintain the pyramid structure of the ruling class, so they will always suppress the Ranger faction.

Moreover, the High Elves were initially exiled by the Druid-dominated Night Elves because they disagreed with the use of magic. Therefore, the Mage Faction has been suppressing the Ranger Faction, which is more inclined to nature, for thousands of years.

Unable to accept the excellence of the three Windrunner sisters, and due to Sylvanas's considerable military achievements, the Silvermoon Council upgraded her to the rank of Ranger-General.

But this is the limit. The Silvermoon Council almost always makes things difficult for Sylvanas. If a cat is lost on the street, she is asked to find it. If there is a big incident like an arcane golem going berserk, she will not be involved.

This is for political balance and a compromise. Sylvanas holds the title of city manager of Quel'Thalas, oh, the title of general of the city guard, and can do nothing at all.

"Oh, don't underestimate the women of the Windrunner family. Any one of us four sisters has hunted down three-digit trolls." Sylvanas complained.

Inexplicably, Duke found that Sylvanas had entered serious mode.

Well, most of the women in the Windrunner family have a lively and curious side. If they ignore the warlike genes in their bones because of this aspect of their personality, someone will definitely pay a terrible price for it.

Duke quickly made the sign of a cross on his chest with an invisible spiritual hand, secretly said "Namo Amitabha and Amitayus", and then put on a face that showed he valued Sylvanas very much.

"Oh, I believe so too. Since you have asked, well, within three days, I will prepare a special seat for you in Southshore. There will be prey that will satisfy you." Duke promised.

"Hehe, that's almost right." Sylvanas' figure suddenly disappeared from the tree trunk.