Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 368: Destiny

Before the Alliance troops from the northeast arrived, the Horde retreated like the tide. They even avoided the Alliance infantry that had circled around the Horde's rear and were nailed there like a mainstay.

The smile on Duke's face made him look full of mysterious confidence.

Although he was mobilizing some known soldiers, it was as if he was controlling a magic box that could endlessly conjure up thousands of troops, and he always dispatched the most appropriate troops when they were most needed.

Orgrim's fierce surprise attack, under Duke's deployment, turned into a gorgeous ambush. Just now, even on the top of Lordaeron City, you can see the speedboats of the two countries of Dalaran coming from the direction of Lordamere Lake.

Arthas was first pleasantly surprised to find that his hometown and his royal city were saved, but then he immediately remembered something with great horror.

"If all the troops from Dalaran and Gilneas come here, what will happen if the Horde in Silverpine Forest advances southward?"

Yes! What should we do?

Not only Arthas, several Alliance generals wanted to know the answer to this question.

In fact, Duke really wanted to teach Arthas that 'the one riding a white horse is not necessarily a prince, but could be Tang Seng. A Paladin could also change his career and become a demon king.' However, for the sake of prestige and to avoid revealing the secret, the charlatan Duke pointed to the Alliance clippers in groups of three or two on the calm lake to the south and teased Arthas.

"Your Highness, ships flying the Alliance flag do not necessarily mean that they are all Alliance warships. Even if they are warships, it does not mean that they are all carrying soldiers. the Horde will only see the Alliance's support coming in continuously, but will never know that it is only ships, food, and sailors that are coming."

Both Arthas and other Alliance generals were moved at once.

Duke pointed to the large army in the northeast and said, "A hundred thousand troops does not mean a hundred thousand elite soldiers! The real elite soldiers are only the first few square formations. The ones behind are just farmers who have been trained for less than three weeks."

That's right, Duke didn't conjure up a magic lamp for the army, he just put the Griffin Legion in front for show. Behind them were the farmers provided by the nobles of various places in Lordaeron, but after these days of training, at least they could march in a somewhat decent manner. Once the real swords and guns were used, these guys who had never experienced the trials of blood and fire, no matter how bright their helmets and armor were, were still those cowardly farmers at heart.

The young Arthas was shocked: "This... this is possible?"

"Why not?" Duke casually brushed his sweat-soaked hair. "I mobilized so many troops just to save the nearly fallen city of Lordaeron. As long as we hold on today and wait for your father's army to arrive, then it will be time for our alliance to turn around and encircle and suppress these two orc troops that have penetrated deep into the heart of the alliance."

Arthas' eyes lit up.

Duke's perfect command, his realistic disguises to deceive the enemy, his military deployments that even perfectly fooled his own people... Duke's way of using troops, both real and fake, opened Arthas' eyes and showed him what the art of command is.

The scenes that Arthas experienced today were like pictures imprinted in his soul, opening doors to a wider realm for him and making him feel greatly benefited.

Suddenly, Arthas had an impulse. He strode forward and bowed his noble head to Duke: "Sir Edmund... I... Can I become your disciple and learn the art of war?"

Duke and the others were all stunned.

The master of the prince of the most powerful country in the continent sounds so noble! Unfortunately, thinking of the history of Arthas who killed his father and his master, Duke felt as disgusted as if he was swallowing a fly alive.

Duke did not answer, he cast his gaze to the distance outside the east gate, where countless orc corpses and the remains of more than 2,000 civilians lay quietly.

Duke's pupils suddenly shrank, and he remembered what Lirath told him: Arthas ordered the door to be closed.

He was not a saint, nor did he have the ability to save every civilian in danger on the continent. In Duke's eyes, there was no choice at all: save 300,000 people or abandon 3,000 people.

If he knew about the enemy's attack in advance like Arthas did, he would definitely arrange for these civilians to take shelter more safely, instead of waiting until the disaster was imminent before deciding whether to abandon these civilians.

Before the time travel, Duke often heard the old saying "Don't do evil, no matter how small it is."

In history, Arthas began to fall because he slaughtered the residents of Stratholme who were infected with the plague and were about to turn into zombies for the sake of the overall situation.

Duke once wondered if Arthas in this life would be different. After all, Arthas was just a teenager, a relatively innocent prince.

Duke suddenly realized that character really determines destiny - the scene of abandoning three thousand civilians was obviously unrelated to the original history, and Arthas still made a similar decision to that scene.

Too cruel!

The experience of Arthas in history may be worthy of sympathy, but this guy is clearly a template for a hero in his bones!

Duke made a decision. He pointed outside the east gate and said, "A commander must make decisions about who to kill at every moment. But the commander's original intention is to protect the country and the people. The soldiers who carry out the commander's orders are also willing to give their all for it. I think that before learning the way of commander, Your Highness should first learn the principles of life and the way of Holy Light from His Excellency the Archbishop of Holy Light."

After saying that, Duke walked away without looking back, leaving the stunned generals of Lordaeron and Arthas, who was struck by lightning, standing there in a daze.

Duke certainly didn't have to clean up the battlefield or count the losses.

Duke divided the troops into two parts: one part was the 20,000 Stormwind infantrymen who had come from Hillsbrad. After the battle, there were less than 15,000 left. Duke asked them to enter Lordaeron. The other part was the army from the Northern Watchtower, with the Griffin Legion as the core. Together with the remaining cavalry of less than 6,000 people, they set up a camp in the north of Lordaeron, forming a pincer attack with Lordaeron. The main purpose was to prevent Orgrim's main force from joining forces with Grom Hellscream's 100,000 orcs.

On this day, Orgrim was waiting for the arrival of the ogre troops, while the Alliance quickly reorganized the city defenses and was also waiting for the return of the main force of Lordaeron.

Finally, at noon the next day, the Alliance first waited for Mograine, who had returned with his army. When this famous Ashbringer saw the flag of Lordaeron still flying on the top of the city, this iron-clad man dismounted on the spot, knelt down and cried, kissing the land of Lordaeron...