klisemfg Chapter 320 Bard
Chapter 320 Bard
I slipped through the small door in the back kitchen and left the slaughterhouse.
The wooden frame by the door was covered with vines, and the bright yellow, plump pumpkins were almost half the size of a person, indicating that this year would be a bumper harvest... Underneath the frame was a dog's kennel.
The little white dog named Stanford was still unconscious, with a faint black aura emanating from its body. Rollin knew it was a deadly poison slowly taking effect; he estimated that by midnight, it would be completely transformed into a plague dog...
Using puppies as test subjects instead of living people was already considered merciful for the alchemists of Tarren Mill.
When the plague dogs descended upon the town, the civilians could only fend for themselves, a situation that was either a glimmer of hope or a ticking time bomb.
The real thunderbolt is still our bard, Lord Barbaras!
Knowing that the little wolfhound would transform in 4 hours, Rowling estimated the time for the operation.
Feigning nonchalance, I walked towards the town hall. It was already dark, and the town's ever-burning magical lamps were lit. These were high-quality lamps, commissioned by the mayor from Dalaran's artisans at great expense; they charged during the day and released their energy at night...
Even when the light bulb is not lit, the top of the light fixture emits a green fluorescent light, like a luminous pearl, which can serve as an indicator at night.
Rowling easily spotted the magnificent mayor's hall...
The area outside the town hall was already filled with carriages, and many warhorses were tethered to stakes set up by the stable keepers. Roland estimated that there were already quite a few guests inside the banquet hall...
Numerous servants bustled about, carrying hot food...
Looks like there are quite a few guests tonight!
Hillsbrad has developed into a small town in the strictest sense, and it is a human town with an extremely important strategic location. Stormwind, Undercity, and Ironforge have all sent people here to compete for territory.
Hillsbrad Foothills and Ambermill were previously within Dalaran's sphere of influence, but now they have become the second focal point of contention.
The Undead Watchtower is located on the edge of Silverpine Forest. The Kirin Tor's mage forces have already established the first line of defense. They seem to be retrieving some important item, and they are willing to approach the front lines of Ambermill again... Perhaps it is what they mean by taking back Ambermill to avenge Archmage Atal'Rak.
Mayor Bourne, however, didn't believe these noble mages would go to such lengths for a dead sinner. His informant, Brancard, had already told the mayor that there were still valuable things in the Dalaran crater, which was why the Kirin Tor mages were holding out so fiercely. They planned to use the remaining ruins to build a stronghold and teleportation arrays...
The prerequisite is that humanity completely seizes control of the shores of Lake Lordamere!
This is actually quite difficult, because the only large lake in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdoms, which is believed to have been formed by the footprints left by giants, and the power dynamics around Lake Lordamere are quite complex...
The northwest coast is home to the ruins of Lordaeron, the Forsaken's undead capital, and the location of Undercity.
The waterways extending along the northeast coast lead directly to the Dead Zone, the Scholomance Academy in the Plaguelands...
At the southern ferry crossing lies the Forsaken's newly established forward command post, the Wolf Island Central Transit Station...
The human camp occupied only a small area in the southeast corner next to the original Dalaran crater ruins... They didn't even know that the crossroads on the mountaintop of Alterac Mountain, a crucial northern crossroads, had long been occupied by Lorraine's undead servants.
Overall, Undercity has controlled the main strongholds around Silverpine Forest... pushing humanity to the edge of the former boundaries between Lordaeron, Gilneas, Dalaran, and Alterac, a situation that is not favorable to the Alliance.
Allied commander-in-chief Garin was in high spirits, believing that the allied forces had achieved a great victory.
They captured a Death Knight, drove away the Plaguebringer Lorraine, and slew nearly 2 undead... What else could this be but a great victory?
The glory days of the human alliance army have been recreated under his command. He now has not only red-armored cavalry from Stromgarde, but also the 7th Company of Stormwind support... plus musketeers, mortarmen, and some steam tanks supported by the dwarven patrol forces!
Now, even mages from the Kirin Tor and priests from the Church of Light have joined...
The Night Elf archers primarily fought in Alterac Valley, and the Druids were unwilling to follow Prince Garin in attacking the Undead, but the Wardens still sent several advisors...observers.
Most importantly, back then, humanity had the help of the high elf mages of Silvermoon City. Now, after the high elf kingdom of Quel'Thalas was destroyed and fragmented, the blood elves have allied themselves with the Horde because their former ranger general is now the Forsaken Queen of Undercity.
The Alliance lost much of its magical power; after Dalaran was destroyed three times, the Guardians were practically extinct, and the Kirin Tor became increasingly uninterested in participating in the war. Only stubborn human figures like Ansrem persisted...
The mages of Dalaran declared neutrality, while the court mages of Stormwind formed their own faction, and the difference in strength was still quite obvious.
The situation has recently taken a dramatic turn, with both Master Ansrem, who remained in the Kirin Tor, and Jaina Proudmoore, the prospective Speaker, extending invitations to Stormwind. Stormwind's Mage Tower remains glorious, and even more human mage apprentices have been sent to the Kirin Tor for further training, though they may never return to Stormwind... but once they officially become magical citizens of Dalaran...
The Kirin Tor of Dalaran will inevitably side with the Alliance of Humans and suppress the High Elves.
Lady Vereesa and Windrunner, leading former high elf faraways, opposed the Sunreavers and Aethas. Their Silver Covenant aimed to oppose the Sunreaver Temple, siding with the Alliance and the Horde respectively...
Master Anslem judged that the Horde's influence in Dalaran could not be taken seriously...
As long as Rhonin remains High Chancellor and Vereesa remains Lady of the City, necromancers cannot enter the Kirin Tor! Unless Ansrem himself becomes High Chancellor, or Jaina takes over the Chancellor's seat...
As long as all the strongholds of the Eastern Kingdom tribes are destroyed.
"One day we will wipe out all the beasts! We will turn Azeroth into a beautiful home for humans only. Yuvel, you must make the fire burn even brighter..."
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Master Yuvel, recalling Lord Anslem's instructions, sat in the VIP seat of the banquet hall, chin in hand, lost in thought... oblivious to the surrounding noise.
He was accompanied by two distinguished guests, one of whom was Tyran and Fording, whom he had rescued by the lake...
The other one is a great beauty...
Opposite Master Yuvel sat Prince Galin of Stromgarde, his eyes fixed on the beautiful woman beside him, his gaze filled with lust. Meanwhile, the banquet's host, Mayor Bonn, was busy raising his glass and introducing everyone...
Besides dealing with a few important figures, he also had to navigate the complexities of dealing with numerous minor nobles and leaders, maintaining polite distance...
"Didn't they say there was a program? A bard from the Far East? We're all here. Where is he?"
"Yes? The banquet will officially begin in 10 minutes..."
"I think we should just get straight to the point and start eating, why bother watching TV..."
"You're not an orc, can't you show some aristocratic manners?"
......
The crowd started chattering, and the mayor, sweat beading on his forehead, asked, "Where is Mr. Barbaras?"
He couldn't help but ask the clerk in a low voice...
The court clerk pointed and said, "Over there, that idiot is..."