Chapter 1287: The Eve of the Legion's Return
As time passed, with the perfect conclusion of the second five-year plan, the people of all races in the Alliance of Azeroth spent a peaceful and happy Winter Veil Festival.
What followed was the Thirty Years After the Dark Gate.
During the first three months of this year, although the alliance countries appeared calm on the surface, their leaders had actually been secretly gathering troops and heavily guarding the weak spatial nodes in their territories.
The new palace of Stromgarde is located in the southwest of the city. This ancient palace is not as magnificent and luxurious as the palace of Lordaeron. Instead, it is a towering military fortress like Stormwind Keep in Stormwind City.
At this time, Garin was standing on the wall of the royal palace fortress, looking at the Palatine Bay in the south.
Thousands of sails are competing on the calm blue sea of the bay, and the green, blue, white and red canvases create a prosperous scene.
"You are here, Garin."
Behind him, Alleria and Sylvanas came hand in hand.
"You're not hiding from Jaina and my little sister, are you?"
Sylvanas came to Garen's side, tilted her head and stared at him with suspicion.
Jialin's heart skipped a beat, but he managed to keep his expression under control.
"If you calculate carefully, the old guy Zul's move should have happened in the past two days."
Garin sighed: "After Vashj guides him to complete his plan, our prosperous scene may fall into a trough for a period of time."
Alleria turned to look at Galen: "You have done your best in the meeting just now. Varian and the others will do their best to implement your plan."
"That's right. You are so sentimental that you are not the Garen I like." Sylvanas said with a look of dissatisfaction and pride: "We have been preparing for several years. We have done everything we can. This time, the Burning Legion will definitely not return!"
"Ha ha……"
Garin laughed out loud: "I really don't take the Burning Legion's invading forces seriously, even if they are hundreds of thousands, millions, or tens of millions!"
The Burning Legion is a huge force that spans most of the galaxy, but they also have to garrison troops in various regions, and the number of troops that Kil'jaeden can mobilize is ultimately limited.
You have many demons, but I have many soldiers under my command!
"What I'm thinking about is the counterattack plan!"
"After all, this is our first interstellar expedition. Only the Draenei have some experience in this kind of future war."
What the hell, there are at least tens of thousands of landing troops on a battleship. If a few ships are shot down along the way, nearly a hundred thousand troops will be gone.
This is not just a matter of money. The warriors of the alliance countries need time to grow, and it also takes time for Garin to max out 100,000 combat units.
"Maybe we need an infiltration force!"
Jialin Mosuo stroked the short beard that had just grown on his chin. After becoming a demigod, his body functions were fixed at that of a twenty-five-year-old.
Unlike the people in this world who like to grow beards, Garin has always kept his chin and cheeks smooth.
"I'll lead the team!"
As soon as Galen finished speaking, Sylvanas spoke first and looked at her sister with a vigilant look.
"Heh, I haven't taken action in several years. As a younger sister, how dare you compete with your elder sister for the vanguard?"
"Tsk, I've given you enough!"
Sylvanas hinted at something.
"So what? One thing at a time!"
Looking at the two sisters starting to fight over the item, Jialin breathed a sigh of relief and gave himself a thumbs up.
