Stormwind God

Hanging sheep drumming, this is a bad trick played by the old Chinese ancestors. For the tribe, it is absolutely new. When Grom led the army to the Lordaeron camp, which theoretically had at least 100,000 people, all he saw was a cavalry with less than a thousand people, and dozens of paladins abused his small team. force.

"Chasing! Chase!"

On the plain, the two legs definitely can't run four legs. No matter how stunned Grom was, he could only watch the last troops of the Lordaerons ride on a dust, and the tribe could only eat dirt in the back.

In fact, the army of Lordaeron, which had retreated two days earlier, was also too late to return to Lordaeron. The terrain of Tirisfal Glades itself limits the speed of retreat.

Not to mention, more than 100,000 troops are crowded on a forest road that only accommodates two carriages. No matter how urgent the march, it will take at least a week to reach Lordaeron.

There are few kings of this era who dare to play teleport. King Terenas was almost crazy.

But he had witnessed firsthand that the orc human flesh siege skill. Two orcs carried a tree trunk and dared to rush to the gate of the walled city. Leave it alone, and let your gate open in two or three minutes.

"Hurry up! My Kalia! My Arthas!" Terenas broke his heart when he remembered his wife and children who were still in Lordaeron.

Unlike most other kings, Terenas is a typical old man. It was only nearly forty years old to have Kalia, and then Alsace. In this age of early marriage and early childbearing, it is true that one is old enough.

He can't talk about his children very spoiled, and that love is no less than any father in the world.

Terenas had let Mograine leave the army, and led the Knights of Lordaeron back in advance. He was still afraid to be late.

In fact, the tribe arrived the day before the vanguard of Lordaeron arrived.

"His Royal Highness! Your Highness! Here comes the orcs!"

Alsace, who was in the palace, was stunned. He raised his handsome but childish face, and looked a little at a loss as he watched the guard of the royal family who had rushed into the inner palace.

"what?"

Lordaeron did not receive the news. In fact, when King Alterac fell two days ago, Duke sent a magic message as soon as possible. Duke repeatedly warned that the tribe might come within three days, but none of the Lordaerons could come up with a solution.

And quite a few aristocrats think that the tribe cannot arrive in three days, because humans need at least seven days to break the ridge by land.

When King Terenas was not in Lordaeron, he was supervised by Alsace. Of course, although only 13 years old, Alsace is already quite opinionated, because of his age, he still plays the role of a mascot.

At this moment, he completely ignored the following aristocrats who were waiting to be summoned and now talking about in fear, suddenly stood up and waved for Merov to come forward: "Orcs have come?"

"Yes, Your Highness," the captain answered quickly.

Moreff was an experienced veteran. Terenas had promoted him from the border guard to a guard during a tour since he was young. As the years passed, he was gradually promoted to the position of captain. Arthas knew him well, and Meroff was by no means a cowardly coward. And now he was pale and shivering.

"They crossed the Alterac Mountains earlier than expected, and even when I reported to His Royal Highness, they should have marched to the shores of Lake Lordaemir."

Arthas quickly passed the guard captain, striding out of the inner palace. He almost trot along with the guards, walked through the hall, climbed to the nearest high-tower escalator, and walked to the nearest balcony.

There was a melodious piano sound in my ear. This sound was so soft and pure that people's anxiety seemed to be missing.

That's the sound of Alsace's sister, Kalia, and here is Kalia's room. When Alsace broke in wearing a leather armor, the maids waiting by the piano, as well as Kalia herself, looked up in astonishment, looking at Arthas and the Mexican behind him a little bit blankly. Luff and the guards rushed in together.

"Alsace?" Princess Kalia asked tentatively.

"Emergency." Arthas waved his hand and walked quickly past them.

Princess Kalia immediately realized that the situation was serious. She lifted up her snow-white dress and trot along with Alsace to the balcony, then stunned.

Both sisters and brothers were as if they were struck by lightning, buzzing in their ears and hearing nothing. All other irrelevant things in the field of vision were filtered out, and they remained motionless, like a marble statue.

From this high east-facing balcony, you can see the most beautiful view of Lordaeron.

Nearby, there is a blue, shimmering, lake-like Lake Rhodmir.

In the distance, there are endless, high and low, such as the barrier-like Alterac Mountains.

At this moment, these scenes are still so exciting and majestic, but in the empty grassland between these scenes and the white walls of Lordaeron's city, there are a bunch of constantly creeping green crowds.

This fresh green torrent that is completely unrelated to nature is constantly twirling, like a locust eroding the entire grassland and spreading to the shore of the lake, as if to fill everything in the horizon with this green. The repeated warnings of Deputy Marshal K. Marcus were not alarmist. This time, the tribe was really coming.

With a bold killing intention.

With endless destruction.

Arthas heard the screams from the maids behind him, but he could hear nothing but the breath of the sister who squeezed his arms.

"Merlof!" Alsace drunk, woke the Captain of the Cavaliers, who was now wide open, staring at the distant sight.

"His Royal Highness!" Molev lowered his head quickly.

"Sound the alarm! Close the gates immediately! Let all the soldiers come up to the wall. There is nothing we can do to defend against the first wave of attack except to defend the wall." Arthas, the most opinionated, made his decision.

"But, Your Highness, thousands of refugees are waiting for inspection outside the East Gate ..."

The muscles of Arthas's cheeks twitched: "Close the door directly."

"There are at least 3,000 refugees out there!" Molev said with a crying expression.

Arthas slaps him in the palm of his hand: "Idiot! These 3,000 people are dead! If we lose 300,000 people in Lordaeron to save three thousand people, we are the sinners of Lordaeron! Go! immediately!"

The captain covered his face and went down quickly. (To be continued.)