Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 253: Archmage

Are you kidding me! ?

A 16-year-old Archmage?

That overwhelming and terrifying wave alone was enough to kill most master mages instantly.

Duke is the first-class master Mage!

Not to mention that Duke is a super mage proficient in fire, frost, and arcane!

Anyone who doesn't hold on to such an exaggerated super golden thigh is a fool.

The guys who had been making the most noise before almost ran to Ilucia in a hurry, asking for forgiveness from the noble Miss Barov. As long as she didn't tell tales, everything would be fine.

No matter how good-tempered Ilucia was, she was not a soft persimmon that could be bullied by anyone. She almost faced the resentful looks of those guys and told Duke the truth about everything that had happened in the past two months.

Duke used Medivh's moral integrity while turning on Hypocrisy and said, "Oh, it's okay. This is human nature. It's my fault. My mistake delayed everyone's study. I will try my best to compensate you. If you think it's unreasonable, I am willing to terminate the contract. Don't worry, there will be enough compensation."

Of course, in my heart, it was another matter: You actually look down on me and want to cause trouble? Little guy, if you have the guts, don't leave. I promise to send you to the 'safest' place on the battlefield.

Those guys were just talking.

I didn't leave before, and I won't leave now.

If I really had no confidence in Duke, I wouldn't have chosen to come. Those who could come were poor apprentices or novice mages with insufficient funds.

As the saying goes, when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. As long as the towering tree of Duke does not fall, no one will jump out and cause any big trouble. Moreover, Duke did not fall, but became more majestic and more exaggerated.

After Duke gave several large classes in a row and privately coached some formal mages a few times, all the resentment disappeared.

With the coming of spring, the war is about to begin.

The orcs, who had been dormant for a whole winter, not only did their fighting spirit not weaken, but on the contrary, their fighting spirit became even stronger.

Glory and land are what the Horde desires.

Orcs are never satisfied with these two things.

After receiving reports from spies and the dwarves of Ironforge, the entire Alliance's top brass went on alert. Because the orcs who migrated south during the winter were gradually heading towards the wetlands. The orc laborers who had not left during the winter had already started building ships again.

In the royal city of Lordaeron, at the first high-level Alliance meeting in the second year of the Dark Gate chaired by Lothar, the level of participation was very high, with kings from various countries gathered again. In addition, while the orcs' ships did not blockade the sea area, the dwarf prince Magni Bronzebeard came to Lordaeron again.

Thanks to the weakening of orc activities in winter, Duke used his direct fleet to transport many batches of scarce supplies to Ironforge. The life of the Bronzebeard dwarves in Ironforge has become much better.

The dwarves' underground warfare is not something other tall races can handle, so there is no point in supporting the soldiers. Duke's act of tightening his belt and providing medicine and food warmed the dwarves' hearts.

So after Magni came to Lordaeron to meet Duke, he expressed his enthusiasm in the most direct way - he used the dwarf's great strength to bend Duke's waist and gave Duke a bear hug.

"Uh uh, Magni, that's enough! I can't breathe!" Duke rolled his eyes and almost foamed at the mouth.

"Hahaha! Thank you, Duke, you really are the best friend of the dwarves. I can hardly wait for the day when you lead your army to fight back against the orcs."

"If we're lucky, we'll be able to counterattack this year. But it all depends on whether God blesses us," Duke comforted.

Magni, the bastard, automatically filtered out the rest: "Okay, I told them that if they could hold on for another half a year, you would be there."

"Damn it, I mean..."

Magni blinked his eyes, revealing his cunning side: "My people are in the most difficult situation, they need hope. If all else fails, you can send a few thousand soldiers to Ironforge next winter, which will also be 'arrival'."

Holy shit, this is even possible! ?

You are really a dwarf. Are you sure you are not a goblin in dwarf's skin?

Duke wanted to roll his eyes this time.

In return for the Alliance's support for Ironforge, Magni brought with Duke's fleet a large number of extended hammers and axes made by the dwarves in the winter. There is no way, the dwarves just don't like to use swords. It is better to make what the dwarf craftsmen are best at than to make long swords awkwardly. freēnovelkiss.com

Anyway, the two-handed warhammers and battle axes of the dwarves are the one-handed versions of the humans. If they are made longer and the balance is slightly adjusted, they will be the best weapons in the human world.

That's a total of 30,000 fine weapons made by the dwarves!

All the kings were jealous of the good things made by the dwarves, but Magni was stubborn and refused to buy into it. The food and medicine were all from Duke, so he only gave them to Duke. Duke had the final say on how to distribute them.

The Duke was also very kind and would never eat alone. After some wrangling with the kings, he didn't care about the strength of your country. In principle, whoever contributed more troops, money and manpower would get the biggest share.

As expected, King Terenas happily took the biggest piece of cake. The elite group of the Scarlet Crusade led by General Mograine and Abendis even changed their uniforms, making everyone else envious.

After this rare benefit, the military meeting hall was once again turned into a vegetable market because of the movements of the orcs.

"We! We must also build a line of defense consisting of bunkers on the South Flow Coast! We want your 'cement', lots of cement!" King Jean roared.

After Duke built the Hillsbrad Foothills defense line into an iron barrel, the most excited person was King Genn of Gilneas. In theory, if the Horde did not attack Southshore, the nearest landing place would be the South Flow Coast on the southwest side of the northern continent, which is the doorstep of Gilneas.

He emphasized this no less than ten times within an hour.

In the severe winter, the land was frozen and snowy, so it was impossible for the craftsmen to work. After the spring, cement was necessary to build a defense line in the shortest possible time.

"Don't worry, Genn. If the Horde, without warships, dares to go so far to Gilneas, the Kul Tiras fleet will drain the blood of those greenskins." King Daelin comforted.

"For the sake of the Holy Light, can't you be a little nervous? Those crazy greenskins can create two-headed ogres and moving undead knights, so why can't they create warships or flying demon legions?" Gene was so excited that his thick red neck felt like it was pierced by two **.