The Duke took a sip of wine, waved away the surrounding guards, and then lowered his voice:

"If the group of elven mages in Quel'Thalas are here, we can use the abilities of the mages to send an army into the core area of ​​these centaurs and create a central flower..."

"It's a good idea, but those high elves are busy playing games with the ogres in Feralas, so they don't have time to help us."

Galin said angrily:

"The mages of Dalaran have gone to who knows where...so what you say is meaningless."

"No!"

The old Duke sighed, raised his head and looked at King Jialin:

"I have a force of spellcasters who are willing to make sacrifices for the cause of the empire. Their appearance will directly change the situation on the frontline battlefield. But the only question is, Your Majesty Galin, do you have the guts to use them?"

"What's the meaning?"

King Garin felt that there was something in the old Duke's words, and he asked doubtfully:

"Sir Aberlock, it's already this time, please stop beating around the bush, okay?"

The old Duke's expression was a little strange, but after a moment, he still explained seriously:

"Ahem...I mean, a few days ago, a group of sneaky warlocks found me and expressed their desire to join the empire's military power system. I can guarantee that they are strong and have an innocent background, but you also
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