Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

Hearthglen is a huge valley in the mountains north of the West Weald, surrounded by vast woodlands.

Hearthglen is the largest town in this province besides Andorhal. Unlike Andorhal, which is directly managed by the royal family of Lordaeron, this is the territory of the local noble lords of Westwild.

There was once a fair and strict ruler in Hearthglen who was deeply loved by his subjects. His reputation and achievements were spread throughout the Kingdom of Lordaeron. He was the well-known Tirion Fordring.

The tall fortress in the center of Hearthglen, Maddenhold Keep, is the commercial hub of this prosperous area. Even during the dark period when the orcs invaded Lordaeron, the enemy had never broken through the high walls of the fortress, which made the citizens of Hearthglen very proud.

Hearthglen is now ruled by Tirion Fordring's son, the recently adult Taelan Fordring.

Hearthglen was already overcrowded at this time. Three months ago, incidents of resurrection of the dead and rampant plagues began to break out in various parts of Lordaeron. Soon after, a large number of refugees from large farms and villages across West Wilder poured into Hearthglen!

Even as far away as Falston Farm in the west, Dalson Farm in the middle, Garron Farm in the east, and even around Andorhal in the south, tens of thousands of people came!

Originally, the nobles of Hearthglen and its surrounding areas were unwilling to accept so many refugees. After all, the sudden influx of more than 100,000 people put a great pressure on the local food reserves. However, the young Taelan Fordring rejected all objections and forcefully allowed these 100,000 people to pass and settled them in the surrounding woods.

Fortunately, this group of refugees seemed to be well prepared. They not only brought their own tents, which are necessary for the wild, but also all the pots, pans, and utensils!

This suddenly reduced the pressure on Taelan Fordring, and the only thing to be solved now was the food problem!

As night fell, candles flickered in the council hall of House Fording's Castle, the ruling center of Hearthglen.

In the center was a large oak table with a huge map on it, which was a topographic map of the area around Hearthglen.

Six people, four men and two women, sat around the table and talked to each other.

Taelan Fording was in the first seat, looking at the area of ​​woodland near the guard tower marked on the map and fell into deep thought.

"Arden, Bridget, do you have anything else to add about the defense of Hearthglen?"

One of the two people named by Tyran was a middle-aged man with a black beard and wearing the traditional white armor of Lordaeron. This man named Arden was the captain of the city guard left to him by his father Tirion and was loyal to the Fording family.

The woman named Bridget was about the same age as Taelan, and her father was Alfred Abidis, the great general of Lordaeron.

"My Lord, now all our guards have guarded the passage into the valley. Although our walls are strong, the number of our guards is only enough to deal with small-scale conflicts. As long as the number of undead exceeds 5,000, it will be difficult for us to deal with it!"

Arden sighed. Ever since the old lord he was loyal to was put on trial for sheltering orcs, the Menethil royal family has been restricting Hearthglen in every way!

This includes the fact that the lord's private army is only allowed to have 500 people!

The old soldiers of the Hearthglen Regiment were dismissed one by one. Under the current circumstances, they cannot be recalled for the time being, and recalling them would violate the royal regulations. Arden is in a dilemma.

"We can recruit militia!"

A heroic female voice came, and when Tailan looked up, it was Bridget.

"What do you mean, Bridget?" Judging from the look in Tailan's eyes, he seemed to have some special feelings for this woman.

Bridget was born into a military family. As the only daughter of Abidis, she was taken to the battlefield by her father at an early age. She experienced dozens of battles, from exterminating gnolls, to killing moss trolls, to roaming orcs. Therefore, even Arden had to take her words seriously.

The main reason is that apart from her, Arden feels that no one else is very reliable in the war!

My young master is only eighteen years old. Although he has been receiving training in Holy White City in recent years, he has never had the opportunity to fight in actual combat. Who knows how he will perform!

Of the remaining three, a female priest named Sally Matwine performed quite well in treating the refugees, but priests cannot be expected to fight.

Arden also knew the remaining two people. Like the young master, they were descendants of traditional nobles in Lordaeron: Renault Mograine and Darion Mograine!

Renault is fine, after all he is an adult, but what about that thirteen-year-old Dallion!

Do you think war is a child's game?

But Arden did not express his true thoughts. After all, they were invited by the young master. It was said that they were all companions in the same training camp. Of course, Dallion secretly followed Renault here.

Today's meeting is almost a meeting of the second generation of the Knights of the Silver Hand!

"These hundreds of thousands of refugees come from dozens of different villages, but they all have one thing in common!" Bridget glanced at the entire audience, and when she saw Dallion she smiled friendly. She heard that this junior was the best student in this training camp.

"They were all escorted to Hearthglen by strong villagers! I have observed that in every batch of refugees there is a group of villagers who are comparable to the militia of Lordaeron, with as many as thousands and as few as dozens!"

"That's not surprising, Bridget," Raynor, who had been silent the whole time, spoke up. "The Alliance has been established for more than ten years. In order to fight against its mortal enemy, the Orc Horde, the Alliance formed many local warbands in various places. The more famous ones in Lordaeron were the Hearthglen Warband and the Stratholme Warband. After the Alliance won, many warbands were disbanded due to the problem of military expenditures."

"You mean they are probably all veterans who participated in the Orc Wars?" The long-legged Matt Wynn was a little confused. "What a coincidence that they all came to Hearthglen at the same time?"