Chapter 1369: Playing StarCraft

Varian had a good father, he was born noble, and there were so many legends taking care of him. This is luck and misfortune.

Because, under the aura of those legendary figures, everything he did seemed bleak.

Killing the Evil God Haka - Even if Haka is almost the bottom in strength in the God's Domain, Haka is still a god. If in the peaceful era of more than 2,800 years ago, this great achievement could have been celebrated for dozens of lifetimes, and would have been praised by countless bards throughout the ages.

Unfortunately, Varian's achievements were completely overshadowed by Duke.

Because those who were killed in the same period were Ragnaros's clone, the demigod dragon Nefarian, the demigod lich Kel'Thuzad, and the real ancient evil god C'Thun.

This is a shared glory, but also the sorrow of the same era as more great people, because in the history books, it will only be recorded that Duke Marcus, the strongest in the alliance, led a group of strong men to complete this great attack. kill.

Perhaps historians and upper-class nobles will remember the names of every participant, but unfortunately ordinary people will only remember the first few names - Duke, Thrall, Magni...

If you are a mediocre person, under such a blow, you may become depressed and live in mediocrity for the rest of your life.

Not Varian, who was eager to prove himself.

Eager, but not extreme.

Fortunately, Duke was a generation older than him and did not directly assign any rules to him or force him to do any job and training that he did not want to do. Otherwise, in his youth, he would probably be like Alsace. Excessive paranoia leads to distortion and depravity.

At this moment, Varian's eyes were full of enthusiasm for work.

"Broll, I need the known maps of Outland, as well as the reports of all generals sent to Outland."

Varian originally thought he would be waiting for a color map, but he didn't expect Broll to bring the great astromancer Solanlian.

Solanlian came over, opened her hands, and a three-dimensional map suddenly appeared in mid-air. The elf's unique slender fingers flexibly flew around, marking the three-dimensional map marked with different colors in different colors.

Solanlian's clear voice spoke:

"Outland, formerly the planet Draenor. Seventeen years ago, Master Marcus threw the third-generation Horde Warchief Ner'zhul out of Karazhan in a state of self-destruction. At the same time, a big explosion was triggered because the core of the explosion was located in Draenor. No. The result is that all of Draenor is in tatters."

"Outland is now divided into seven regions, namely [Hellfire Peninsula] in the east, [Voidstorm] in the northeast, [Blade Edge Mountains] in the northwest, [Zangarmarsh] in the west, and [Nagrand] in the southwest. ], [Terokkar Forest] in the south, and [Shadowmoon Valley] in the southeast where Illidan’s main force is located.”

"The current situation of the Dark Portal is very stable. The gate in the direction of Draenor is located in the easternmost part of the Eastern Hellfire Peninsula. The first batch of Outland Expeditionary Force sent out that year established a solid gate in the eastern part of the Hellfire Peninsula. Outpost. Recently, Master Marcus upgraded it to a stronger first-class castle [Glory Keep], with Lord Danath Trollbane as the supreme commander."

"Here." Solanlian pointed her finger, and the three-dimensional image of the Void Storm in the northeast corner suddenly popped up: "The blood elf partial division led by Prince Kael'thas is supporting the Draenei to defend the Storm Fortress. According to intelligence, because Only by activating a huge robot guard [Ethereal Mecha] that is more than ten stories tall was we able to withstand the siege of tens of thousands of evil orcs with only a small number of troops."

At this point, Solanlian stopped: "Is there anything you want to ask?"

Varian frowned: "In seven years, the alliance has only expanded its control area so much in the outer domain?"

"Supplies are very difficult. In the Hellfire Peninsula, almost no grass grows. The vast reddish-brown plain is full of mutant creatures. In areas without the protection of the Holy Light Magic Array, the advance army did not even dare to drink unfiltered water. Fortunately, When we first went there, we brought enough supplies for 30,000 people for two years at one time. We relied on measures such as limited supplies to survive the period of lost contact."

Solanlian pointed to the middle of the Hellfire Peninsula again: "Here is the evil orc fortress [Hellfire Fortress] that has lost its mind after being contaminated by evil energy. According to incomplete statistics, there are more than 200,000 evil orcs gathered here. Its real leader is the Abyss Lord Magtheridon of the Burning Legion. Not only him, there is also a humanoid super-giant mechanical creation [Fel Mecha] on the plain that is difficult to understand with our current civilization. According to calculations, it has Nearly twenty stories high.”

Looking at the shape and data of the magic mecha projected by Solanlian, Varian's brows tightened, forming a narrow "Chuan" character.

Broll couldn't help sighing: "Except for the dwarf's cannon, there is probably nothing that can kill this thing."

Varian: "Won't this thing attack Honor Keep?"

"It will wander in a fixed area and attack all creatures within its sight. This area is right between the Dark Portal and the Glory Castle, which brings a lot of trouble to our supplies. Every time we supply, we must lose at least 60% horses.”

"horses?"

Solanlian emphasized: "Because this place itself lacks moisture, and has been ravaged by magic mechas for a long time, the soil quality is very bad. The dwarf steam tanks often get stuck and cannot move. So we use the most primitive horses for transportation. , and the horses suffered equally huge losses due to lack of necessary water and fodder."

Varian is not a king who has never fought and only knows how to command blindly. After training at the most orthodox military academy in the Kingdom of Stormwind, serving as a slave gladiator, and personally commanding the war against Zul'Gurub's troll empire, Varian was much stronger than he was at the same time in history.

As soon as he heard it, he understood why he couldn't move forward.

To defeat a powerful enemy, one must have a strong military force or an individual combat capability that surpasses the mortal world. If the alliance's powerful group cannot leave, they can only pile up military power, but the supplies are poor. From the Dark Portal to the Glory Castle, these two hundred The distance of many kilometers is simply fatal.

Varian didn't think that hungry soldiers without supplies could defeat the ferocious Fel Orc army.

"Phew! I understand the general situation." Varian let out a long breath: "When the other kings arrive, I will discuss this matter with them..."

At this moment, the door suddenly opened wide, and Duke came in with a presence that still surprised Varian.

Looking at the opponent's pair of cicada wings and four sharp claws, Varian was a little confused: "Uncle Duke, she is... Shaltula?"

This female insect who exudes a strong aura and wears purple long-sleeved clothes speaks an awkward common language: "I... am... Shatura."