Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 471: Pre Battle

Although the formation seemed stable, Anduin knew very well that as long as the Horde was strong enough to break through the Alliance's front and center formations, the Alliance would be in trouble.

That's right, those at the back of the center are all private soldiers from all over Lordaeron. To put it nicely, they are private soldiers, to put it bluntly, they are... peasants who are armed to the teeth!

Not to mention other powerful armies, even if Duke's 30,000 private soldiers were used, one charge would be enough to kill those 100,000 people and make them run all over the mountain.

At this time, Anduin wished he had the 100,000 elite soldiers of Stormwind in his hands. Unfortunately, Stormwind could not be careless in the war to restore the country. Although Duke clearly pointed out that even his 30,000 private soldiers could successfully restore the country, most of the Stormwind soldiers were still sent to Alwyn, including the Griffin Legion.

It's not that any of Duke, Llane or Anduin wanted it, but that Terenas was too "enthusiastic".

"We originally agreed to support you in restoring your country. Now we feel bad if we don't send troops to help you. We feel sorry for our allies. You can't even send your own troops, right?"

What you said seems to make a lot of sense!

Anduin didn't know that in the original history, Stormwind Kingdom, which had less than 5,000 soldiers left, needed the support of the Alliance to restore the country. But in this life, it doesn't need it at all!

Because of Duke's appearance, not only did the elite soldiers who were supposed to be lost survive, but also because of the reclamation of farmland in Hillsbrad Foothills, the number of Stormwind Kingdom's soldiers increased.

If we don't consider the losses in battle and don't want to be aggressive, it's not a big deal to pull out 300,000 soldiers. Anyway, keeping 100,000 troops directly under the kingdom and 30,000 private soldiers under Duke is a very ideal force.

Anyway, Terenas's kindness this time is as unnecessary as your mother insisting that you wear down jackets in autumn because she thinks you are cold. But it is hard to refuse.

Just like that, Storm's main force was pulled back to Alvin, and combined with the Western Wilderness People's Army that had been formed earlier, it was definitely more than enough on the Western Front.

However, Lothar did not have a legion of sufficient strength, and only had a small army of 5,000 people. In a sense, Terenas perfectly undermined Lothar's power.

Looking into the distance, Anduin sighed deeply: "Fortunately, we still have the trump card of the Red Dragonflight in our hand."

Yes, according to Duke, the Red Dragonflight can indeed be deployed, but it comes at a price.

"There's nothing we can do. Those damn dragons are all money-minded. They do hate the Horde, but killing their main force is fine. They have to fly all the way here, so they must pay for the trip. It's not much, 2 million gold coins per dispatch, and we guarantee that there will be at least one ten-thousand-year-old ancient dragon to support the team, and at least five thousand-year-old young dragons to work on the scene."

The league originally didn't believe what Duke said.

Why?

The Red Dragonflight has always taken protecting the world as its mission, and has never collected money for fighting demons for tens of thousands of years. In the era of the previous guardian Aegwynn, they were always available. As a result, a Dalaran mage who did not believe in evil contacted the Red Dragon Queen, but was immediately sent back by Alexstrasza.

"This is a mortal world fight, and the Red Dragonflight shouldn't have gotten involved. After all, we are willing to attack because we have some personal grudges with the Horde. Don't ask me the details, ask Duke, I'll leave it to him."

Even the queen said so, and the Alliance leaders who had previously failed to take down the group of bunkers outside Ironforge had no choice but to accept the consequences and pay the money.

Well, Duke took the money openly, and then secretly split it 50-50 with the dragon who came over, you get half and I get half, and we divided the loot!

Duke even hid this matter from Llane and Anduin.

But no matter what, with the Red Dragonflight as the trump card, any commander will be confident!

This is the theory, but Anduin still feels that... something is wrong.

Because it's too abnormal.

Why did the Horde dare to challenge the Alliance for a fight even though they knew the Alliance had the help of a red dragon?

This isn't just a one-on-one duel between generals, this is a decisive battle involving hundreds of thousands of people!

Perhaps it can all be attributed to the orcs' violent character and fearless courage.

Still, Anduin felt uneasy.

Now, there's no point in saying anything.

The arrow is on the string and must be shot.

The food and fodder for nearly 300,000 people made Anduin worry every day. After all, the location of the decisive battle was not any Alliance territory, but the scorching canyon where almost no grass grew.

Even though Duke had already stored three months' worth of food for 300,000 troops in Ironforge by sea when the war of liberation was launched in the northern regions of the southern continent, such as the Wetlands, Dun Morogh and Loch Modan, Anduin still felt a headache.

Transporting food is too troublesome.

Either they had to go through Loch Modan and take a detour through the Barrens, making a 300-kilometer detour; or they were forced to send the food convoy from Ironforge, through the snow-capped mountain roads of Dun Morogh, and through a huge mountain tunnel.

The first Road was a heavy one, with beasts everywhere. The swords of the soldiers escorting the grain team were stained with blood almost every day.

The second Road is slow, and because the mountain roads are narrow, the transport volume is too small.

In a sense, the Alliance can't afford to delay even more than the Horde.

"Is there no choice but to fight?" Anduin muttered to himself, causing Uther, who was not far away, to frown.

"Woo-woo-woo--" The distinctive sounds of horns echoed in the armies of both the Alliance and the Horde.

The scene before my eyes seemed to be a repeat of what happened 2,800 years ago.

On the Arathi Highlands, flags from various human clans shone in the sun. The knights had no helmets, and their only sophisticated equipment was the spears in their hands and the long swords at their waists. They didn't even have armor, because they were facing trolls who were taller than them on horseback just standing.

Faced with the power of the trolls, any human armor pales in comparison.

But it was different from that time. At that time, there was a great man in front of them, shouting to them: "Warriors from all clans, the strongest knights of mankind, are you afraid?"

The knights at that time gave the only answer with their guns, their swords, and their lives.

Now what?

Anduin's vision began to extend from the front to the distance.

What did he see?

Saw the crooked center army of Lordaeron.

Saw the Lordaeron soldiers chatting.

I saw the noble knights of Lordaeron dressed more flamboyantly than at a masquerade ball.

The corners of Anduin's eyes twitched, and he could only pray inwardly: "Mograine, you have to work harder with your Scarlet Crusade when you are dealing with a group of nobles who only have meritorious service!"

As if he had heard Anduin's prayer, Mograine looked at several positions in his team with a bit of disgust.