"Welco! Welco! Boys and girls." He gestured for them to sit in the chairs that had been arranged for them.
"You are most welco. We were once very worried that the greenskins would destroy our holand. Our ancestors, even if they were the laborers with low combat power as you said, there were still too many of them! Fortunately, your arrival ended everything, and we, the Wildhamr dwarves, are grateful."
"Hello, please allow to formally introduce myself. I am Edmund Duke, currently the deputy commander of the Alliance and the supre commander of this army." Duke patiently explained about the Horde, everything the orcs had done, and talked about the fate of Stormwind.
In the end, Duke decisively used divh's moral integrity.
At this mont, Duke was filled with a divine aura, a kind of affinity that was very easy to recognize.
"Kurdran, will you and your people join our alliance?"
Kurdran frowned, tugged at his beard, and once again took out the letter Magni had sent him.
What he had previously thought was unreliable leaped off the page, mixed with Duke's comntary, and entered his imagination.
A green frenzy, no different from today, flooded Khaz Modan.
The rude greenskins took control of the mines and plundered all the iron ore there.
The huge black iron warship proudly crossed the sea carrying the guns of the Kul Tiran fleet.
Let the green disaster sweep across the entire continent.
After collecting all the information and seeing it with their own eyes, the truth of the matter made Kurdran and the other Wildhamr dwarves shudder.
"Indeed." Kurdran sighed deeply: "We Wildhamrs once had many conflicts with the Bronzebeard tribe - that's why we left Khaz Modan. But they are still our brothers and our people."
When Kurdran said this, Duke already felt that there was hope.
"These dirty greenskins, this damn Horde, first attacked our brothers, plundered their land and the ore that had been passed down for thousands of years. Well, ore is the wealth and life of the dwarves. Now they co to attack us again. It was only thanks to your tily reinforcent that we escaped the fate of having our hos destroyed." At this point, Kurdran changed the subject: "Yes, I do dislike your perfect support ti. But..."
"But?" Duke raised his eyebrows.
"But since these dirty guys are a real threat to the entire world, and you have indeed saved Eagle's Nest Mountain." Kurdran slamd his hand heavily on the armrest of his chair: "Of course, we will join the Alliance! We must work together to wipe out these orcs until they beco pitiful creatures who can no longer pose a threat to anyone!"
He stood up and held out his hand to Duke. "You will undoubtedly receive assistance from the Wildhamrs."
Duke held out his hand, then bared his teeth briefly.
Damn, Kudran is such a petty guy! He used so much force on his hands! His hands were almost crushed.
Kurdran suddenly laughed evilly: "But, dwarves hate hypocrisy the most. The Wildhamr will definitely help, but how much additional assistance you can provide depends on your ability."
A Wildhamr king hooked his finger, and a group of short dwarves ca running up with the wine sent by Duke.
Ten barrels of wine were lined up.
Kurdran slapped a wine barrel and said, "Co on, stop playing tricks. King versus king, general versus general. One cup each ti. If you get drunk by , I will send out half of my Griffin Knights. If you have the guts to beat , I will bring all my Griffin Knights to follow you! Of course, you also have the right to refuse..."
In the end, it was a complete threat.
A painful threat.
Duke glanced unconsciously out of the corner of his eye.
At this mont, the Stormwind's star general is shining:
Gavinrad *Doom, one of the original five paladins.
Reginald Windsor, who would later beco Field Marshal.
Tom Seamus, who died in the original history but is now certain to be promoted to marshal in the first batch after his resurrection.
Now, all the generals took a step back.
The movents were so neat, as if they had been rehearsed countless tis.
Damn it! Even if you don't have any sense of loyalty, you should at least have so rules, right?
Duke's eyes almost popped out of his head.
Hey, there is still one who didn't retreat.
Duke's joy hadn't yet subsided when he imdiately realized that the guy was Sylvanas! Sylvanas raised her long golden eyebrows, and her face clearly said: What does it have to do with if you n drink together?
"Master, just relax and celebrate. I will take you back to your bedroom and make sure you don't do anything that would be against the etiquette of the Alliance and your status as a duke." Vanessa, the little maid who ca with the army on this expedition, perford a proper lady's salute.
But why do you have dozens of coiled ropes hanging around your waist?
Once I get drunk, you will tie up like a dumpling, right?
Oh, damn, are you the master or am I the master?
At this ti, the image of Kurdran began to expand infinitely in Duke's vision, and it was already larger than the size that the dwarf God descended to earth could beco.
Well, that is definitely a demon-level size and oppressive feeling.
Kurdran stood up, and while solemnly (deceptively) pulled out Duke's hand, held it, and then put it into a huge barrel-shaped wine glass filled with fragrant and rich wine.
"As the King of the Wildhamr, I thank you on behalf of fifty thousand fellow citizens of Aerie Peak. Duke! Cheers to the friendship between dwarves and humans!"
I said a lot of words of thanks, but they actually ant only one thing - you better drink it for !
He only said this, but it was enough. The group of ungrateful bastards behind him also raised their glasses: "For the Alliance!"
Alliance, your sister!
In order to please the dwarves, I poured alcohol into the sweet fruit wine that these dwarves like to drink!
Duke's face turned pale.
This is what it ans to be trapped in one's own web!
If I don't do it, I'll die. Why would I want to die for no reason?!
When Duke raised his glass with a bitter face, the wine table devil Kurdran said: "I'll drink first, you take your ti, but rember to be fair."
After saying that, the Kurdran Demon King drank at least 500 milliliters of the so-called fruit wine with a concentration of at least 50% in three seconds: "Great! This is a real wine! Damn it, what I drank before was just horse urine."
Duke... before crossing over, he was just a college student, he had never entered the society, and he was not a table warrior who had experienced the test of alcohol. After crossing over, although his body was not bad, but without any special training, it was just an average level.
Duke suddenly had to face off against the Demon King-level Kurdran, and he wanted to cry.
Duke secretly shed tears in his heart: "Why don't I follow the original history and arrest Lothar? With Lothar taking the bla, it will never be my turn."
The mont the wine entered my throat, a miracle happened.
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