Facts once again proved that Alleria once again underestimated Duke's wisdom, or rather, underestimated Duke's ability to play word games.
On this day, more than five thousand elf robots strode across the border of Quel'Thalas, which was no longer largely under the control of the elves.
The Windrunner sisters were stunned and completely dumbfounded.
"This, is this possible?" Alleria looked at Duke across the border.
"Why not?" Duke put his hands on his hips. "A toy accidentally crossed the border. Is that wrong? Besides, which eye of yours saw that my things belonged to me? These are clearly the products of the elves."
Alleria rolled her eyes at Duke in a very charming way. Her expression was really complicated, she felt relieved, but also didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
Didn't you see the words 'Quel'Thalas 10086th Border Guard' written in the human common language on the armored shell of the robot?
Of course, the elves would not have such a bad serial number, nor would they use any language other than High Elven, and they would not have such dwarf-style robots that would affect the cityscape for the elves.
Silvermoon City also has combat puppets, but those magical puppets with almost all round curves on their bodies are obviously arcane!
In any case, no human soldier crossed the border. In order to avoid suspicion, Duke even pulled Daniel back.
Duke would certainly not do such a thing for the damn Sun King. He was only doing it for the Windrunner sisters, or to be more precise, for Alleria.
Alleria knew very well what Duke had paid for this.
Duke had set up a fully automated production line for robots in Karazhan, and the hard-working Khadgar naturally helped Duke with the work. To transport so many goods, Duke had to do it himself.
Duke is not strong yet, and can only transport no more than 1 ton of people or goods at a time. Even so, Duke is exhausted and feels like a dead dog all day.
However, it was enough to get a grateful look from Alleria.
the Horde must be fought, and girls can be picked up at the same time. Nothing can be more perfect than this.
On this day, the troll army, which had originally had an overwhelming advantage, ran into great trouble.
Just because of the robot.
Most of the trolls that were attacked by the robot died. the Horde was really annoyed by the robot's warning function. No one expected that the power of the robot combined with the elven ranger would be so amazing.
Those seemingly stupid mechanical creations were wandering aimlessly in the Eversong Forest. But suddenly, a high-speed paint arrow would be shot out from the robot and hit a troll lurking in a tree.
In jungle warfare, under the premise that both sides want to kill each other, the most important thing is to find the other side first.
In previous battles, the most important thing was to hide and find the enemy. Observation, judgment, and experience were all indispensable. If you miscalculated any one of them, you would die.
The appearance of robot completely broke this balance.
First of all, the robot is not afraid of death. It is a mechanical creation. If it is blown up, it can be dragged away directly. It is impossible to repair it on the spot. Duke ran back to Karazhan to practice engineering all night and fiddled with a mobile version of the waste recycling robot 74A. This thing will automatically find the "killed" robot robots in the forest, recycle their wreckage, and disassemble them into the required engineering parts.
Without any worries, robot naturally went to die in a gorgeous way.
The Elf Ranger Squad was hanging far behind, and robot was leading the way in a grand manner.
time, robot suddenly shouted.
"Help! There's a pervert!" After gorgeously spraying a troll on a tree with paint, it was hit by a flying axe and died instantly.
Its sacrifice was worth it, because in the next second, the troll was shot in the head by an arrow from the elven ranger.
The rangers looked embarrassed, but it was undeniable that robot's reconnaissance was very powerful.
They summed up a rule that was both hilarious and sad.
"There's a pervert." There was a troll.
"There are a few perverts." There are no more than five trolls.
"So many perverts." That means about ten of them.
"No, there are too many abnormalities. I have to give up treatment." This means that there are more than fifty trolls and the ranger must retreat immediately.
It must be said that with the help of the robots, Alleria was able to entangle 50,000 trolls with only less than 3,000 rangers. She also spared more than 300 slightly injured rangers to organize the evacuation of the rear.
"Don't panic, everyone! Hold on, reinforcements from Silvermoon City will be here soon." In order to appease the people, Alleria had to say some nonsense that she herself didn't believe.
There is no way the reinforcements from Silvermoon City will arrive so quickly.
Unless Anasterian is willing to send out the standing army of Silvermoon City, it will take at least three days to assemble the troops. But will the Horde give her three days?
That night, the main force of the Horde arrived. Unlike the trolls who headed straight for Eversong Forest, the orcs also sent a detachment to attack Windrunner Village and Windrunner Tower, the home of Windrunner, on the southwestern edge of Eversong Forest.
Thanks to Alleria's advance notice, every household was ready to retreat early in the morning, even though the officials sent from Silvermoon City had previously prohibited the Windrunner family from evacuating to Silvermoon City in advance.
It's not illegal to pack things in advance, right?
As soon as Silvermoon City received permission to evacuate, the elves in the entire village dumped their belongings onto the elven transport ship that had been prepared in an orderly manner, and they evacuated completely in just two hours.
The orc detachment that returned empty-handed could only run back and follow the main force as a rear guard to guard against Duke's possible attack.
However, the efforts of the rangers only achieved a delaying effect.
the Horde's green frenzy still overwhelmed all resistance. In just three days, the Horde reached the Eastern Temple, which was only a hundred kilometers south of Silvermoon City.
The elves only relied on the temple's powerful magic defense system to withstand the Horde's attack. As the Horde invested a large number of two-headed ogre mages, the situation began to deteriorate.
At this time, Prince Kael'thas, who had hurried back, saw the hastily assembled army of 25,000 people.
Looking at the troops that his father and the Silvermoon Council had assembled for him, Kael'thas's face turned ashen.
"Are you kidding me? This is the army I was asked to fight against 100,000 tribal troops?"
Most of the 25,000 troops were local garrisons that had withdrawn from the front lines. Unlike the rangers who had been fighting on the front lines, these garrisons were poorly trained and most of them had been killed by the orcs. Most importantly, Kael'thas suddenly discovered that there was a serious lack of warriors among these troops.
A warrior who can stand in the front and hold the fort!