Azeroth Trail of Light

Dathrohan, if we continue at this speed, we will be able to clean up Andorhal in at most two months!

Uther stood in Lake Darrowmere, where the mages had dispersed the poisonous mist. The two stood on a small boat, watching the shocking performance in the sky of Andorhal with engineering binoculars. .

The Wildhammer dwarves, who have always been friends with the Knights of the Silver Hand, dispatched their proud griffin brigade. Hundreds of griffins spread their wings and roared over Andorhal. Those elite dwarves Aerial knights, when approaching directly above the undead, will throw their waist pockets from the air to the ground.

What is in the pocket is a disposable large water bladder that has been compressed by the magic power of the mages. These water bladders made of common large perch skin are extremely extensible. Each water bladder can hold 5 gallons of liquid. These water bladders After the sac was filled with holy water, it was compressed to the size of a finger by the mages, but since the weight remained the same, a Griffon Knight could only carry 20 pieces at most.

The undead of Andorhal, in the wildhammer dwarves' unique bombing offensive, and the ground cleaning of all members of the Silver Hand and some elite recruits transferred from Stratholme, have reduced their numbers in the past month or so. Halfway through, only the elite undead loyal to the summoner Araki remained, hiding in the center of the city, lingering on their last legs.

Dathrohan is a taciturn warrior, and he is an absolutely trustworthy companion. Facing Uther's joy, he also showed a smile on his face, although the first generation of paladins basically came from The people of the destroyed Stormwind Kingdom, but after living in Lordaeron for more than ten years, everyone also regards this place as their homeland.

Speaking of which, the quality of these recruits from Stratholme is really good!

Uther personally rowed the boat to the shore. As soon as the two great knights landed, an attendant handed over the reins. Uther rode on the horse and took a rare moment of leisure. Facing his statement, three days ago Dathrohan, who had just rushed over from Stratholme, nodded again. This time, he rarely said a few words.

Knight Dick treats these new recruits very rough, completely different from our previous training methods, like... just like the wolves we saw in Elwynn Forest when we were young, when the young wolves grow up, the old wolves will take They completely drive out the wolves and let these young wolves form a new wolf pack. Although it is cruel, these young men grow up very quickly in the battle!

As one of the leaders of the Silver Hand Knights, Dathrohan doesn't like to talk, but if you think he is really stupid, then you are a naive fool. Of course Uther heard what Dathrohan meant, He stroked his beard,

Hey, I also know that Dick Knight is using this method to prove that his plan is feasible, but... if he really does that, the first one who will not let him go is His Majesty Terenas Well, paladins, an elite unit that can fight many enemies with one enemy, must be in the hands of the real class in charge of this country, and this is already within the scope of royal authority.

Dathrohan shook his head. He held the reins of the horse and carried an epee with the inscriptions of the Crusader engraved on his back. His previous warhammer had been damaged in the fierce battle of Stratholme.

Just as Uther and Dathrohan were talking and walking towards the Andorhal camp, two war horses rushed over from two directions, one behind the other, and they were all messengers wearing feather helmets, Uther Er frowned, and he stretched out his hand, motioning for the two messengers to come over.

The great knight glanced at the badges on the chests of the two knights, and reached out to take Alessandro's letter first. Uther moved his shoulders and opened the letter paper. After only one glance, he was completely stunned. land.

What's wrong? What's wrong! Uther!

Dathrohan sensed something was wrong from this old friend's face, he stretched out his hand and patted Uther's shoulder, the latter came back to his senses, handed the letter to Dathrohan, grabbed the courier, and asked sharply ,

Are you sure it's Alsace?

Yes, Uther Knight, we can be sure!

The messenger gritted his teeth and said, After Lord Mograine received the request for help from Lordaeron, he took all the knights and priests of the Holy Light Monastery to the city of Lordaeron immediately, but outside the city, they encountered Alsace and An ambush by a spider-beetle-like demon, the lord was seriously injured! We suffered heavy losses! We can only retreat to the Holy Light Monastery!

Except for a small number of citizens of Lordaeron who escaped from the sewers, all the other 600,000 citizens... were massacred!

What are you talking about!! Lordaeron...Lordaeron is ruined?

Dathrohan grabbed the knight's shoulders with both hands, and he squeezed the sturdy armour. However, the messenger knight was obviously also in grief and despair. He wiped his red eyes and said nothing. suffering severe pain.

Until Dathrohan's hands were forcibly opened by Uther, the silent great knight still couldn't believe it, but facing the messenger knight's oath to the Holy Light, Dathrohan, together with all the surrounding knights, All fell silent.

They couldn't imagine what kind of hell scene Lordaeron was like in the past 3 days, but one thing is certain, Lordaeron... the order of this country has disappeared at this moment.

The joy that Andorhal is about to be recovered completely disappears at this moment, because they are facing even worse troubles. The entire Tirisfal region, with a population of up to 100,000 residents, once they are captured by Arsa who has mastered some kind of evil spell Si all turned into undead, then...

Messenger! Go to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel immediately and tell Gavin Ladd and the ascetics who stayed there that big trouble is coming! Let them all come here! We can't stop the coming undead, we all have to die here !

Uther gritted his teeth, and gave instructions to the messenger in front of him. The messenger with tears on his face rode on his horse without saying a word, and galloped towards the East Dalomere area.

Dathrohan, I need you to go to Hearthglen and find Iselion. Now is not the time to discuss differences in ideas. I need you to take the paladins there to the border area between Tirisfal and Darrowmir. Block the coming undead for me, and don't let them join the undead in Andorhal!

give it to me!

Dathrohan responded, whipped his horsewhip, and led his attendants towards the north.

Uther stared at the position in the west. He didn't dare to imagine that if Alsace really sent his army to the east, relying only on the Knights of the Silver Hand and the local legion, he could really block the peak of soldiers with more than a million soldiers ?

I... am I really wrong? Dick's absurd prophecy... unexpectedly came true!

Speaking of Dick, Uther also noticed another courier. His badge was a fist holding a warhammer, which was the symbol of the Stratholme Chapter. Ma calmed himself down, and then took the scroll in the messenger's hand.

Uther opened it and glanced at it, and the anger that had just been suppressed surged up again. He looked sternly at the messenger knight with his head upright, and asked loudly,

Who gave him the right to call up private soldiers? I don't remember, I allowed him to call up new soldiers in East Dalomere!

The messenger knight glanced at Uther. Although there was a little fear in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said forcefully,

Our head said that when you received this letter, he had this power! He said...he said...

What else did that bastard say?

The leader said... if you still have a little wisdom, you won't be so stupid as to use the Knights of the Silver Hand to fight the upcoming war. The only chance for the regiment to win is to unite the Wildhammer dwarves of the Hinterlands to defend the Coldwind Camp and the Crusader Fortress, and then let Dalaran and Gilneas send troops to block Silverpine Forest, and control the war in Tirisfal and West Daron Mir region, otherwise, the entire northern Xinjiang will be in a dead zone!

After the messenger knight finished speaking the first sentence, he spoke out all the things Dick told him. Of course, after he finished speaking, he glanced at Uther anxiously. The name of a knight is known to everyone in the entire Lordaeron.

Hearing what the messenger said, Uther immediately built a complete defense circle in his mind. Within a few minutes, he deduced the battle many times, and finally found that Dick's strategy was definitely the current one. One of the best strategies, the cold wind camp is located in a remote place, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the Crusader fortress can continuously receive support from the entire region of East Dalomere. If the mages of Dalaran are willing to help, then the Arthas is locked in Tirisfal and Darrowmere, which is not a problem at all.

He rubbed his chin, and then took a closer look at the paladin recruit with his head held high in front of him. He pondered for a moment,

Recruit, what's your name?

I... My name is Herold, the recruit warrior of the Stratholme Chapter!

The messenger knight was a little nervous, but also a little proud, Uther asked curiously,

Recruit warrior, what title is this?

Ah, this, this is the title that only the strongest among the recruits can get!

Intentionally or unintentionally, the Messenger Knight displayed the three stripes made of golden silk thread hanging on his chest, and said proudly,

I am the strongest among the new recruits in this batch! I took my Warrior team and slaughtered 200 elite undead to get this title!

Herold bragged that although their team is the strongest, it is impossible to kill 200 elite undead. In fact, their kill count was maintained at 173 in the end, but this is already 100 in a team of 100. the highest.

Oh! The undead of Stratholme really deserve the name of warrior!

Uther sighed in admiration, and when Herold was very proud, he said with a smile,

Then, bring your team of warriors to Andorhal, as you have seen, a fierce battle is about to take place here, and I need warriors like you!

Herold was obviously moved. This was an invitation from Uther, the Lightbringer, but in the end he shook his head.

Forget it, the general attack on Stratholme is about to begin. I have made an oath at the Pledge Assembly a week ago. This time, I must win the title of Warrior again. At that time, I can call myself a Stratholme Chapter Warrior!

General attack? What general attack?

Uther froze for a moment, and then saw Herold turn his horse's head around, and while waving his whip, he turned around and shouted,

Captain Dick is determined to eradicate the traitor Rivendell entrenched in the depths of Stratholme. I will officially launch a surprise attack at midnight today. I can't delay any longer. Goodbye, Grand Knight, you...you are a kind person!

Uther stood where he was, and when he heard Herold's good guy card, he was not angry, but turned his gaze to the east. Rao, the great knight had spent his entire life as a soldier, and he felt a sense of frustration at this moment.

A week ago... Arthas hadn't returned yet... As we celebrate our victory, are you still wary of the darkness in the corner?

Dick... Dick Tang, are you really the messenger sent by the Holy Light to save this disaster?

Fu...

Guards! Send distress letters to Dalaran, Gilneas, and Alterac immediately, send messengers to Hearthglen, and ask Dathrohan to meet me at Camp Coldwind! And... gather another 1,000 from Tyr's Hand Recruits, send to the Stratholme Chapter!

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Ahhh! Brothers, work harder, rush to the top 50 of the new book list, at least let me show my face on the second page! If I rush over, I will pass! Ten more! If I rush over, I will be ten more! If I can get to the first page, I will go all out, please take two days off, and write some more crazy, in return for my brothers! ! !