Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 192: Calia

In fact, a lot of things happened on October 12.

First of all, Lothar's military rank was set as Grand Marshal of the Alliance.

In order to show respect for the descendants of Emperor Thoradin, the kings who directly joined the Alliance army were all admirals, so there were magical military ranks such as Admiral Llane Wrynn and Admiral Daelin Proudmoore.

By the way, because he controlled more than a hundred warships and nearly 7,000 private soldiers of the former Bloodsail Fleet, Duke actually had a strange double military rank - Vice Admiral of the Alliance Navy and Brigadier General of the Army.

As for how to command, Duke solved this problem well during the banquet that night.

That's right, a party.

The guild of so many human kingdoms was a once-in-a-millennium event, and a grand banquet was held at the Royal Palace of Lordaeron that night. All the nobles who had not had the opportunity to come out to show their faces before came out. Those who were qualified to enter were at least earls.

Of course, let alone earls and marquises, if you are not a duke in charge of the army, you don't even have the qualifications to go there and have fun.

Coincidentally, Duke is the star of the Alliance - the successor of Medivh, the slayer of Sargeras, the victim of 100,000 tribes, the youngest Archmage,Duke of Stormwind Kingdom, and the master of a huge naval fleet.

Either way, it's enough to put Duke in the spotlight.

King Daelin has long black hair that smells like sea water, and a long curly mustache that makes him look very manly. Looking at his well-defined and attractive face, you can tell that Daelin was definitely a handsome man when he was young.

Shortly after the banquet began, he came towards Duke with his eldest son Drake.

Duke exchanged glances with Llane. Llane certainly knew why Daelin came here. In fact, Llane didn't understand Duke's decision, but Duke's foresight was far superior to his, and Llane finally agreed with Duke's decision.

"Hello, Duke Edmund. As partners who are about to work together to dominate the sea and make all the orcs feed the fish, don't you think we should have a good communication beforehand?" Daelin held up a crystal plate filled with wine and took the initiative to touch it lightly with Duke's plate.

The two smiled at each other. Then Duke held the plate up to Drake, the Great Prince of Kul Tiras, as a sign of respect. Then, together with Daelin and Drake, they drank the wine in the plate.

"In fact, I envy you mages for using powerful magic to easily capture a fleet. You know, even if all the shipyards in Kul Tiras worked day and night to build your fleet, it would take at least three years."

Duke smiled but said nothing: "Your Majesty Proudmoore... You are not going to ask me for the fleet I got from the Bloodsail Pirates, are you?"

"No! No! No! Don't underestimate me. Even though those guys are most likely from Kul Tiras, since you didn't get them from Kul Tiras, they are of course your spoils. Even if my men are very unhappy with your guys, as long as the Alliance emblem is still hanging on their ship, they will still be our comrades." King Daelin is obviously a heroic sea man. If it were in the era of the universe, he would be the cosmic overlord who "my journey is to the stars and the sea."

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Duke smiled, just as heartily. Not only that, but there was a kind of holy light in his smile. Anyone who saw it would think he was a selfless saint.

That's right, that's the integrity that Duke inherited from Medivh that's coming into play.

According to the system prompts:

"Moral Skill Hypocrisy. Since the humanity you have gained far exceeds the level you should have, if you let this part of humanity temporarily dominate your body, you will become a sacred existence in the eyes of the world. You will be more like a saint who sacrifices selfishness for the sake of the world. All beings in the non-evil camp will be more likely to believe your words."

Duke spoke, and he didn't even lower his voice on purpose: "No. In fact, I want to say that I will feel more at ease if my fleet is handed over to His Majesty Daelin, who is an expert in naval warfare."

Daelin and Drake were both stunned, and they almost doubted their own ears. Not only them, but also the nobles around them who were listening to their conversation were stunned.

Daelin frowned: "Duke Edmund, I actually have no intention of..."

"I know, but after careful consideration, I think this is the best option to maximize the Alliance Navy's combat effectiveness. In fact, I have also discussed this with His Majesty Wrynn, and His Majesty supports my decision." As Duke finished speaking, King Llane also came over and nodded at Daelin with a smile.

Duke continued, "I may be a genius, but only in the field of magic and strategy. I am a novice who knows nothing about naval warfare. More than a hundred warships in my hands can only be used as transport ships, but in the hands of His Majesty Proudmoore, they are supreme weapons that can send thousands more orcs to the sea to hell. If the ultimate control of the Naga and the Murloc was not in the hands of my master, Walker, I would even be willing to hand them over to your command, Your Majesty."

"Please don't shirk your responsibility. This is for the alliance." Llane, who had figured it out, was also extremely open-minded.

As soon as Duke finished speaking, a commotion quickly spread out with these four people as the center.

There were murmurings of praise from all around.

What does it mean to put aside personal interests and serve the public, what does it mean to consider the overall situation? This is it!

When forming an alliance, which king doesn't have his own plans?

Daelin was absolutely jealous of Duke's fleet, and he privately complained to his son more than once about Duke's squandering of resources.

Now, with just one sentence "For the Alliance!", a fleet of over a hundred warships was transferred. What kind of internationalism is this? You know, if Daelin was evil enough, he could have completely wiped out the Storm Kingdom's rare assets.

Duke was so magnanimous that Daelin's original little complaints had long since flown away from the atmosphere.

Daelin raised the wine dish that the waiter had refilled for him and said loudly to the people around him: "Did everyone hear that? Vice Admiral Edmund is willing to transfer all the warships to me, Daelin Proudmoore, for the sake of the Alliance."

"I heard it." All the nobles said in unison.

"Since Lord Edmund is willing to make such concessions for the sake of the Alliance, I, Daelin, cannot be left behind. I, Daelin, swear in the name of the descendant of Emperor Thoradin that I will never mistreat the fleet Lord Edmund has given me. Even if the First Fleet of Kul Tiras is wiped out, I will not let Lord Edmund' fleet be wiped out."

The uproar spread like a wave, quickly spreading throughout the banquet hall, and everyone applauded, praising Duke and Llane's magnanimity.

What the Alliance fears most is that all the kings are hiding their intentions and no one is willing to contribute their main forces. In the end, Lothar is likely to become a single commander.

Now, it's clear Duke is off to a good start.

With Duke taking the lead, the other kings would probably be too embarrassed to send out those ugly second-line troops.

When Duke publicly announced that he would donate 1 million Arathor gold coins on behalf of Stormwind Kingdom as compensation for the soldiers of various countries, the whole banquet hall was in an uproar. Perhaps you could say that Duke was putting on a show, but he was doing it in a very respectable way. When Makaro led his men to the square outside the banquet hall with carts of gold coins and opened the boxes to show the golden coins to everyone, the only thing left in the audience was admiration.

Duke did not give the money to anyone else, but to Alonsus Fao, the Archbishop of the Church of Holy Light.

Long ago in Dalaran, a missionary from Lordaeron threw a copper coin into the fountain and made a wish: "I hope that one day I can spread the way of the Holy Light to every civilian and teach them the meaning of the three virtues."

This missionary was later known as Alonsus Fao, the Archbishop of Holy Light. His footprints were in every city on this continent, and his name as the Saint of Mercy had long been recognized by the entire continent. It was no exaggeration to say that he was the synonym of justice and holiness in this era.

Duke said sincerely, "I believe the Archbishop will distribute the funds fairly."

Every king was willing to believe in Alonsus's character. Suddenly, the losses that might be caused by the invasion of the Horde did not seem too painful.

What does 1 million gold coins mean? In the Seven Kingdoms, this is the fiscal revenue of a medium-level kingdom for a whole year. For example, a small mountain kingdom like Alterac only has a few hundred thousand gold coins in its treasury every year. Of course, this is related to the fact that the king's direct territory is poor, while the Barov family is extremely rich.

The only places that can easily come up with 1 million gold coins are Kul Tiras, a country that trades all over the world, Dalaran, the inhumane wizard kingdom, and Lordaeron, the country with the most fertile and richest land.

Now Duke's action of sending money after sending the fleet was simply adding fuel to the fire, and it immediately awakened the pretentious spirits of the kings.

"Two million from Kul Tiras." King Daelin, who had just received the benefit, raised two fingers.

The old man, Speaker of Dalaran, pronounced as Tuhao and written as Antonidas, raised three fingers with a smile.

Since the small countries below are all showing off, the King of Lordaeron, who is a fighter in the world of showing off and thinks he is the best in the world, raised his hand loudly.

"Hiss—" After the nobles took a deep breath, there was naturally thunderous applause.

11 million gold coins is an astronomical figure!

Just thinking about it makes me tremble all over.

But if you think about it carefully, you will know that Terenas is very smart. Because Lordaeron must have sent the most troops, and if nothing unexpected happens, he will also suffer the most losses. In fact, it is very likely that the money will go around and fall into Lordaeron's hands.

But it doesn't matter, the effect has been achieved.

Originally, it was not decided in the meeting which side would send how many troops. In fact, these matters had to be discussed one by one by Lothar, the commander of the alliance. This was the public relations of the banquet. Lothar did not expect that Duke would come up with such a good show, which greatly reduced his work.

Archbishop Alonsus struck while the iron was hot: "For the future of mankind, for the future of this world, it is a good thing for countries to contribute money and troops, isn't it?"

"Of course, as the leader of the alliance, I declare that the first batch of troops from Lordaeron will be led by Duke Alexandros Mograine, and his deputy will be General Abidis. The first batch of troops will be 100,000."

100,000 people, what a force! This is definitely the most exaggerated standing force among the kingdoms that have not yet entered a state of full war.

You know, Stormwind, which originally had 20,000 or 30,000 standing troops, now has 50,000 elite soldiers. Lordaeron's war potential is certainly far more than that.

The other kings who couldn't afford the money were embarrassed.

King Thoras of Stromgradee said loudly: "Arathi Highlands does not need knights for the time being. Marshal Lothar, you will see the Highland Knights of Stromgarde within a week."

King Genn of Gilneas said in a deep voice: "You will see the 1st, 2nd and 3rd Gilneas Infantry Regiments."

At this time, the usually sophisticated and smooth King Aiden of Alterac could no longer hold back his expression: "The Royal Eagle Knights of Alterac will be under your command within a week. Commander Lothar."

Knights and cavalry are two different concepts. Although both ride horses, knights are much higher than cavalry!

Every knight had to start as a poor knight candidate, often a squire, and learn riding, fighting, etiquette, etc. from a formal knight. Then he had to provide his own warhorse and armor.

Don't underestimate a suit of armor. A qualified knight's armor, unless it is inherited from one's ancestors, is something that most people cannot afford even if they work hard all their lives.

Before Duke traveled through time, he would have to prepare 1 million RMB. Note that this is only for the armor, not the horse. Not just any horse can be used as a war horse. The weight of a person and armor is several hundred kilograms, and ordinary horses simply cannot bear it.

A warhorse that can bear such a heavy weight and sprint at high speed is not cheap. Converted into RMB, it would cost at least 500,000.

Basically, at a glance, any horse with a back height of less than 1.7 meters when standing up is not a war horse.

Therefore, raising a knight group is equivalent to raising five infantry groups. These knight groups are the treasures of each king and are rarely seen on weekdays. The Kingdom of Gilneas is short of horses, so it directly pulled out the main infantry groups.

When Antonidas said that a 200-man mage corps led by one of the six members of the Kirin Tor Council would be allocated to Lothar, Lothar couldn't stop smiling and he gave Duke a thumbs up.

"Thank you, child. I see divine light in you. You have a beautiful heart that shines brighter than gold." The next moment, when Alonsus' wrinkled hand touched Duke's shoulder, Duke's whole body emanated bursts of faint and soft platinum light.

This is the result of Duke's inheritance of the moral integrity of a certain god of law.

"Haha! Child, I didn't expect that besides your great talent in the mysterious way, you also have unparalleled qualifications in the way of Holy Light. If one day you can't go on the mysterious way, the door of Stratholme Cathedral will be open for you."

Embarrassing! Embarrassing in capital letters!

It turns out that I have inherited Medivh's integrity, so I can change my job to become a holy priest (holy priest)! ?

Duke still thought that as a realistic modern time traveler, even if he became a priest, he would only be a dark priest.

This feels like a real dog!

Not only Duke, but other nobles also pointed fingers at Duke. No one expected that Duke, who burned 100,000 orcs to death, actually had the heart of a saint.

Of course, Duke had no hope of changing to a holy priest. There were so many bosses in the future, and he didn't know when he would die twice, and his moral integrity would be lost again. So Duke was very moved by Alonsus' invitation, but he refused to obey.

At this time, King Daelin came up and patted Duke on the shoulder.

"Come on! Archbishop Alonsus, I think a great guy like Duke should not become a saint. The world needs him, and..." Daelin suddenly smiled wickedly.

Duke shuddered suddenly, it was an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, Duke was shot the next second.

"In fact, if Duke is willing to use his fleet as a betrothal gift, I would be happy to marry Jaina to him."

Not only Daelin, but also his 'brother-in-law' Drake with a black forehead spoke up: "I heard that although you look mature, you are actually only 15 years old. My sister is only 12 years old."

Duke didn't care if he was choked to death by his own saliva and ran to the corpse.

Come on!

In "history", Jaina was born with bad luck. She 'killed' her father and many of her rumored boyfriends.

Even if I could be resurrected, I wouldn't be able to hold on.

Duke decisively shifted the blame to someone else: "Haha! I'll just forget about it. I don't want to anger His Royal Highness Prince Arthas."

At this moment, the 12-year-old Jaina has already shown her potential as a beauty, and has fascinated her childhood sweetheart Arthas. A little later, she will attract the heart of Kael'thas, the prince of Quel'Thalas...

"Oh, if it's a fair competition, I won't say anything even if my son loses." Terenas came over.

Duke continued to change his target: "Oh haha, I don't want to be the public enemy of the rising stars of Dalaran."

"Strange, isn't it the instinct of us explorers of the mysterious path to seek a partner who also possesses excellent magical talents?" Archmage Antonidas came over to join in.

Duke was crying in his heart: You guys, why are you so silly? Do you think you are the aunts of an illegal matchmaking agency?

"Uh, well, I..." Duke stuttered a little.

At this time, all of these old and sophisticated guys could see that Duke had an inexplicable resistance to the name Jaina.

Daelin was generous. He laughed and patted Duke on the shoulder. "It's okay. Maybe you will change your mind after seeing the pearl of Kul Tiras in my house."

Terenas waved his hand: "Callia, come here."

"Yes, father." A generous yet gentle voice was heard, and the bones of the young nobles around him softened.

Calia Menethil - the second heir to the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the elder sister of the famous Arthas in later generations, and she has a very good relationship with Arthas.

It must be said that Princess Calia inherited the beauty of her mother, Queen Lianne. She had a peaceful oval face, extremely delicate and noble facial features, and soft golden hair that fell straight to her shoulders like a waterfall. When Calia, wearing a moon-white dress, walked gracefully, intentionally or unintentionally showing off her exquisite figure, she came to Duke.

Everyone around couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

What a perfect beauty.

She is only 15 years old. If she were an adult, she would bring disaster to the country and the people! ?

Lothar muttered in his loud voice, "Damn it, I almost want to marry again."

The joke was met with good-natured laughter.

Princess Calia's face flushed with shyness, but she still greeted him gracefully: "Good evening, Duke Edmund."

This bastard Lothar wanted nothing more than to cause chaos in the world, so he actually tricked Duke: "Hey, young man, the princess has greeted you, but you don't have any gift for her? How can you be so ashamed?"

For a moment, the nobles around started to make a fuss.

"Gift! Gift! Gift!!"

Anyway, everyone knows that Duke is a rich man, so wouldn't the cunning Terenas want to trick Duke to some extent?

Can you at least give me a 10-pound pearl?

Duke...is actually poor. Although he doesn't care about money, with hundreds of thousands of refugees and the people who came to Lordaeron to show off, he doesn't have much money left. Because of the war, the nobles tightened their purse strings instantly, and the luxury goods they used to have are now difficult to sell at high prices.

Duke didn't want to give him 10 pounds of gold pearls or anything like that.

Besides, would the princess of Lordaeron, the most powerful of the seven kingdoms, be interested in this?

You can't lose face no matter what you do!

Duke lightly raised his wizard cloak and almost said, "Get out of the way, I want to show off," and then Duke made his move.

During his training in Karazhan, Duke did not create an ice circuit that was comparable to the arcane fire magic circuit, but he still had a small ice magic circuit.

Duke pointed his finger, and the waiter's dish of wine flew into the air. As Duke's left index finger flexibly turned, the wine in the air began to spin.

What kind of magical control power is this?

Duke's understanding and control of elemental magic completely exceeded the imagination of Antonidas, the archmage.

The performance continued, an icy breath emerged from Duke's palm, and crystal clear ice petals formed one by one in full view of everyone.

An ice rose made of ice elements! ?

Under the brilliant light, each icy rose petal was clearly visible, layer upon layer, forming a blooming rose. Not only that, but among the cold flower paths and petals, there was a faint stream of flames, flickering. This dreamlike appearance alone caused the ladies in the audience to exclaim.

At this moment, Duke is possessed by the ghost.

For some reason, he was trying to commit suicide and recalled some classic scenes from the movie.

He performed a very standard hand-kissing gesture, pressing his salty lips onto the back of the hand, which was as white and soft as the snow, and then handed over the ice-fire rose that was enough to kill almost any girl's heart.

"Princess Calia, only the most beautiful rose can match the most beautiful you. I hope you like this little gift..."

After saying that, Duke retreated in full style.

To be honest, Princess Calia had seen all kinds of luxurious gifts, but she had never seen such a creative, high-end and classy magic ice and fire rose.

Terenas turned his head slightly and looked at his court wizard. The old wizard shook his head in shame, telling his king: I can't do such delicate magic manipulation.

Here, the princess is completely drunk.