The next moment, Sylvanas suddenly appeared behind Duke who was riding on horseback.
It looked like the two of them were riding on the same horse, very close to each other. But in fact, Sylvanas didn't put any weight on the horse's back at all, it was so light that she didn't feel any weight at all.
She gently pressed Duke's shoulders with both hands and approached from behind Duke's right side. A breath with some kind of wonderful natural fragrance gently brushed Duke's ears, making Duke feel itchy.
Then, Duke suddenly felt a strange touch on his right cheek.
That's the touch of red lips.
Different from the soft kiss that Alleria gave to a child last time, this kiss felt between intimacy and warning, between a 'kiss' and a 'bite', with a hint of reward and a slight warning.
"Hey, this is the advance reward for you, my sister's favorite boy. But if you dare not keep your promise, I will bite off a piece of your flesh in the same place." After a lightning kiss like a chicken pecking at rice, Sylvanas's warning came in the voice of the wind.
Duke touched his right cheek, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
Is this a warning? Or a reward?
Regardless, Duke was teased once again.
Sylvanas' green figure flashed and disappeared without a trace, it was so fast, and her graceful figure was also dazzling.
Over there, Gavinrad chuckled in a very unkind way.
"Hey! You fail as a guard!" Duke complained.
"As long as you give the order and define Lady Alleria or Lady Sylvanas as an enemy, I will smash that beautiful face with my hammer without hesitation." There was a mischievous look on Gavinrad's face.
The subtext is, Duke, do you dare?
Duke would never do this even if he had a brain injury. That was Queen Sylvanas! If we could change history and save Queen Sylvanas, she would no longer be the cold undead queen, but a warm and alive Sylvanas, that would be perfect.
Thinking of King Llane who is still alive and well, Duke suddenly gained confidence.
But, can such a Sylvanas still be called Queen Sylvanas?
Duke suddenly felt a little melancholy.
At this time, Gavinrad muttered quietly: "Fortunately, my lord, you didn't take care of the fourth child as well, otherwise you would have become everyone's public enemy."
"What?" Duke was stunned for a moment and didn't pay attention.
Sure enough, the Horde's test arrived the next day.
It was a twilight raid.
Nearly thirty transport ships broke out of the sea almost as night fell.
the Horde is indeed short of warships, and the clever orcs have solved the problem of not having control of the sea in an alternative way: speed!
It's unreasonably fast! It's insanely fast!
This is not the latest iron lump, but an earlier batch made of pure wood. It is lighter and faster.
The ship was ridiculously low, with no masts or towers, and no decks could be seen outside. The part exposed above the sea was almost covered by a defensive shell, and the orc laborers had covered the top of the ship with a large number of huge shells for defense.
What powers the orcs' fast transport ships?
The answer is slurry drainage!
Purely hand-powered, does not contain any additives or preservatives, oh, I was wrong, it does not contain any high-end sailing technology.
There is not even a rudder, and the direction is changed entirely by paddling.
If you look at the whole ship from a high altitude, you will find that it really looks like a cockroach gliding on the water!
The orcs' voyage is so simple and violent.
What if the big waves overturned the boat? What if the boat is not stable enough and is spinning in the sea?
Orcs who are useless have no right to live. This is the philosophy of life of the orcs!
When twenty-seven of the thirty transport ships broke free from the patrol fleet and rushed over from the sea surface, a violent commotion broke out on Tol Barad.
It was not until these ships broke through the waves, completely ignoring the possibility of recycling, and rushed onto the beach with the tide that the first meaningless cannon roar was heard on To Barad Island.
The sky darkened rapidly.
From a distance, most of the ships had come ashore, and many black figures gathered together and stepped onto the rocky beach. They did not line up, but charged towards the hills in a completely scattered manner.
Even on the hill, Alleria could see these creatures with red eyes and green skin, tall bodies, no armor, and carrying heavy weapons that could definitely be called big, running towards here quickly.
They wielded crude weapons, axes, hammers, machetes, and spears, many of which had no metallic sheen.
And there are a lot of them.
It is really hard to imagine how more than 50 people were crammed into those small transport ships that appear to only accommodate 20 people.
Twenty-two ships, over a thousand suicide squads. Night attack!
This is a considerable pressure for the human regular army.
The exception is for High Elf Rangers.
There was no need to even observe the wind direction. Windrunners were originally children of the wind. Alleria raised the emerald green longbow, put three green arrows on her slender fingers, and spoke out a series of parameters without stopping: "Wind direction southwest, wind force 2, elevation angle 3!"
Next to Alleria, Lirath Windrunner, who had been relatively silent, suddenly shouted loudly, which was unusual for her.
"Wind direction southwest, wind force 2, elevation angle 3!"
Behind the two Windrunner sisters, five hundred elite rangers silently raised their longbows.
If it is a human archer unit, perhaps a sharpshooter is needed to lead the shooting, and everyone will shoot in that direction, so at least the landing point will not be too outrageous.
The human archer unit is good at covering fire, relying on numbers and arrow density to kill in an area.
Where are the High Elf Rangers? Sorry! They're all snipers!
Alleria stood with her agile figure in the wind, the breeze blew up her golden hair and lifted her green cloak, making her look like a heroic female archer.
"Three shots in a row!" Alleria shouted softly.
The bowstrings of these elite rangers, who were holding two or three arrows at the same time, were finally released, and more than 1,200 arrows rushed into the sky one after another.
Also fired at the same moment were the weapons specially arranged by Duke.
All the arrows thrown out by the catapult were arrows without arrowheads or feathers. Duke wanted this overwhelming shooting feeling, just for the orcs in the observation ships to see.
What is really deadly is Alleria's rangers.
It is difficult for bows and arrows to deliver fatal blows to strong orcs. This "law" that has been verified countless times obviously only applies to human troops.
For the high elves who were born with sharpshooting skills and possessed dark vision and farsighted eyes, the orcs' exposed throats and heads were simply oversized targets.
In the second round of three consecutive shots, the orcs attacking the beach were actually wiped out.