Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 502: Mysterious four

Anduin also knew that he couldn't win the argument with Bolvar. In fact, Bolvar, a noble duke, had always been the first choice to stay in the country when the three big men were away, and his loyalty was beyond doubt. It was a pity that Bolvar was a little inflexible and too rigid.

Anduin shrugged. "If possible, I want to bring the entire Storm Knights. Terenas, that stingy guy, only gave us a thousand places in the parade. If there are more, we have to pay for our own food and fodder."

Duke looked at the hundreds of knights standing around, all of them showing envious expressions towards the twenty or so lucky ones who were about to set off through the portal.

There is no way. Saving time is certainly a good thing, but the portal's transmission capacity is limited.

Didn't you see that so many mages gathered in Dalaran before sending a thousand people to Grim Batol?

Either follow King Llane's example and set sail twenty days in advance, or reduce the number of personnel.

Anduin suddenly realized that there seemed to be quite a lot of people coming to Duke, and it seemed that they were all going to the triumphal ceremony.

"Wait, Duke, how many people can you send to Lordaeron at once?"

"Twenty people!" Duke looked indifferent.

As soon as he finished speaking, the knights behind Lothar, who were already wearing parade uniforms, suddenly looked downcast.

Damn it, Duke has ladies, maids, and guards like Gavinrad and Casa, almost 20 people here. Doesn't that mean I can only take Lothar?

Duke suddenly raised his hand to stop Anduin from asking questions: "Don't worry, I have gained several very good followers recently."

After saying that, Duke snapped his fingers, and a cold snort suddenly appeared in the void.

"Hmph!" It was just a snort, but it actually caused alarm bells to ring in the hearts of these battle-hardened knights. More than one person instinctively put his hands on the hilts of his swords like lightning, even though those were light swords that were more decorative than practical.

Suddenly, in an open space not far from Duke, a portal emitting blue and white light opened, and four people walked out one after another.

Duke pointed to a red-haired female knight with a proud bust that almost tore through the Stormwind's standard dress and introduced her, "This is Lady Legolas."

"Hi!" The greeting from the tall and hot Lady caused a low commotion among the knights.

Duke pointed to the second person. This was a petite elf Lady wearing an emerald green ranger outfit, revealing her sexy belly button. It was just strange that she didn't have a bow and arrow behind her back, nor a weapon on her waist. And her eyes were closed from beginning to end.

"This is Lady Serafall. Uh, actually, she is a druid."

"Hello everyone. I'm Serafall." Her weak voice made the knights want to protect her.

There was another commotion.

The third one was a bronze-skinned male elf with one shoulder exposed, dressed like a warrior, and a single ponytail whip. As soon as he came out, he stood there in a daze, as if thinking about life.

The fourth one was wearing a wizard's robe and looked like the legendary night elf. And that cold snort came from his mouth.

Duke skipped the third person and directly introduced the fourth person: "This is the Archmage of the Moon, oh, Gandalf. He has a bad temper, please don't be offended."

The wizard named Gandalf didn't realize what Duke was up to. He just nodded as a greeting and ignored everyone else.

No one knew where Duke had found these strange people, but one thing was certain, these four guys were definitely not simple. All those present were brave and experienced, but when they faced these four guys, especially the two men at the back, they all felt a little frightened.

Lothar dared to swear that every cell in his body was sending out alarm signals, not when he faced the monsters of the Horde called Gronn, which were taller and more terrifying than ogres, like he was now.

Whether it was the passionate Legolas, the gentle Sera, or the two male elves who looked very fierce at first glance, they all gave Lothar a feeling of extreme danger.

"Duke, wait! Can I talk to you for a moment?" Anduin pulled Duke aside and was about to speak.

"Anduin, I know what you want to ask. I cannot answer you now. But I can swear on my life and honor that they will never harm our Stormwind Kingdom or the Alliance."

"Uh. Although I hate your mysticism, Medivh is like this, you are like this, and Llane and I have long learned to get used to it." Lothar put his hands on his hips, looking helpless.

Seeing that Lothar, who was obviously a grown man, had an expression like a young wife who had been wronged, Duke also burst out laughing.

"Don't complain. At worst, I can ask all your people to go to Lordaeron City to show off their skills."

At this moment, countless pairs of ears pricked up.

The humans of Azeroth founded their nation on the spirit of chivalry, and all they talk about all day is glory. Now that they have defeated the Horde, after paying huge sacrifices and going through so much hardship and suffering, the knights want to proudly participate in the triumphal ceremony. Isn't that too much?

So, in a sense, showing off is also part of human nature.

Lothar's facial muscles twitched. "Damn it! You are causing me trouble. I spent so much effort to select these representatives before we went. Now, with just one word from you, all the young men's hearts have been attracted by you. There are nearly 500 people here. Can you take them all with you?"

Lothar had a loud voice, and his whisper was not much different from the shouting of ordinary people. As soon as he spoke, the eyes of the young men dimmed.

Yes, Duke, an Archmage , how many people can he teleport?

Duke curled his lips, looking nonchalant, and turned around: "Hey, shit, how about teleporting these hundreds of people to Lordaeron City?"

Goss turned his head away, pretending not to hear.

"Hey! Can't you even open a portal?" Duke said provocatively.

Gandalf didn't say anything or even chant a spell. He just raised his hand and a portal two stories high immediately appeared in front of everyone. The scenery on the opposite side was a bit psychedelic... Everyone could still tell at a glance that it was the unique snow-white wall of Lordaeron!

"Ah!" Someone finally exclaimed.

However, the next moment, Gandalf stopped, and the huge portal disappeared like an illusion. Only the magic fluctuations still lingering on the ground told everyone that this was not a dream.

Gandalf acted as if everyone in the world owed him money. He stood with his hands behind his back and didn't even look at anyone.

At this time, the woman named Legolas seemed a little angry. "Hey, isn't it just the thing Duke promised to give you, but I'm holding it back? Why are you making things difficult for Duke? Be good and listen to me. Show some sincerity later and I'll give you one."

At this moment, Gandalf immediately gave in.

Duke turned around and smiled at Lothar and his knights: "Gentlemen, go and get ready, and come back to assemble in half an hour."