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In the undead natural disaster army outside Dalaran, the death knights Arthas and Kel'Thuzad were mixed in the undead queue, hiding in a small forest. They were now preparing to make final arrangements before the war.
"Hmph! It's this damn magical protective barrier again! Kel'Thuzad, do you have any plans?"
Looking at Dalaran in the distance, Arthas smiled disdainfully. Whether it was the long ears or the mages of Dalaran, they all liked to make these flashy enchantments. If they had the energy to make these things, they might as well To use it as a weapon, the bomb must have ears... Well, now that he thinks about that bomb, he is still frightened, so forget it and let them use all their energy on the barrier!
"Yes, Your Majesty. Because we have obtained enough information now, there are probably two ways to invade Dalaran and get the book we need!"
After Kel'Thuzad read the information from the Cult of the Damned and had just sent some undead souls into the barrier to test it, and figured out the function of the barrier, he quickly thought of a way to deal with it.
Besides, their main mission this time is to go into Dalaran's treasure house and grab a book. They don't want to fight these mages right away. In this way, the tactics can be flexible and easy to arrange. .
"Oh? Is there a solution so soon? Please tell me."
As for things like enchantment, Alsace is not a professional, so he is not too clear about it. But since Kel'Thuzad was once a member of Kentorri's council, he must have thought of a way to deal with such a professional problem, right?
"Of course, my majesty! Now, because their barrier is aimed at the undead, it is a kind of magical energy damage similar to the holy light, so..."
Kel'Thuzad stopped, looked at Arthas, and continued after seeing that the other person was paying attention.
"The first way is: You can lead some of the most elite undead to forcefully enter the barrier and attack their three magic nodes as quickly as possible. After you destroy all three nodes, our army can swarm them. Come in and completely destroy this Dalaran! The book you need to summon Lord Archimonde is now available."
Kel'Thuzad quickly said one of the methods, which did sound a bit reliable. Anyway, in the original timeline, Arthas probably did this at the time, and it was successful.
"Oh? Is this method feasible?" After pondering for a while, Alsace felt that it was a bit unreliable.
"Uh..., because Dalaran now has more than 20,000 elite high elf troops, so if we do this, the losses may be a bit heavy. Even if we defeat them, we will probably lose most of them. The army...and the success rate is probably...less than half!"
If Dalaran had not adjusted the enchantment, Kel'Thuzad would have been 100% sure to attack Dalaran directly. He was very familiar with that enchantment!
But now, that damn Antonidas, he actually changed and fine-tuned the enchantment early on, making the enchantment only effective against the undead. In this way, its magic damage was greatly enhanced! Coupled with the sudden appearance of 20,000 high elves that disrupted the situation, this plan was no longer so reliable.
"Only half? Then let's talk about another plan."
With only a 50% chance of success, Alsace didn't want to take the risk.
After what happened in Silvermoon City, he already had a little more respect for magic. Who knew if those mages in Dalaran had come up with any weird and powerful things? Therefore, it is better to find a safer method.
"The second method is: let an undead pretend to be you and join me outside the city to command the army to attack the city. Then, we will also continue to dispatch three more elite undead squads to raid the three magic nodes. In this way, Paralyze the enemy."
"At the same time, you will lead the most elite small force, and the number does not need to be too large. They will raid Dalaran's treasure house directly from the sewers. After grabbing the Book of Medivh, you will teleport back immediately before the other party can react! For I have nearly nine levels of confidence in this plan!"
"Because, according to the spies' report just now, that stupid Antonidas has already asked most of the treasure house guards to defend those three magic nodes. In this way, you only need a small number of manpower to get what we thought of. That thing you want!”
Kel'Thuzad quickly finished the second plan. This plan has a much better success rate than the first one! Taking advantage of the weak defense of Dalaran's treasury, let Alsace's most elite team massacre and rush in, grab the book, and immediately use the teleportation scroll to escape!
I believe that old man Antonidas will be confused by then, right? They could never have imagined that hundreds of thousands of undead armies were here with great fanfare and preparing to attack the city, just to steal such a thing!
"Very good, this plan is very good, then just do what you just said! You can start setting it up now, move quickly, and come back here to notify me when you are ready."
Arthas thought for a while and felt that the second plan was more reliable. After thinking for a while, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it and nodded in agreement with Kel'Thuzad's plan.
"As you command! My Majesty."
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In Dalaran in the far southwest, humans and elves are preparing to confront the undead scourge, and are about to engage in a vivid and decisive battle. Over in the Eastern Plaguelands, Paladin Dathrohan and his team of dozens of cavalrymen are slowly following Old John and his team of hundreds of people. They are transporting food and supplies and are returning to the flames. Mountain road in the canyon.
"How about it? John, come to the Silver Hand and fight alongside us. Let us defeat the undead and regain Lordaeron! I can even give you the rank of colonel and let you lead our two thousand new recruits. I believe you can train them all into elite troops."
Dathrohan's conditions are not unfavorable. He was given the rank of colonel in the powerful force at the outset. If he had been replaced by another person, he might have bowed down immediately, right? It's a pity that the person he recruited was Old John, a veteran who was completely disappointed with Lordaeron...
"I'm sorry, Lord Dathrohan, thank you very much for your kindness, but I have to reject you again. I really can't fight alongside you now, because I am already very old... and, in the canyon There are still thousands of refugees waiting for me to feed them. We must transport this batch of food and seeds back as soon as possible, and then we must build houses, cultivate land, and sow seeds."
After once again rejecting the invitation from the Commander-in-Chief of the Silver Hand for the Nth time, it turned around and looked behind it. They had loaded more than a hundred carts of food, plus other strong men carrying more or less food on their backs. Picking up his backpack pocket, Old John smiled with satisfaction. With these things, the thousands of refugees in their canyon no longer have to worry about being hungry before the food is harvested!
"I said, John, can't you think about it again? You are a powerful warrior and an experienced veteran! As a citizen of Lordaeron, as a soldier of Lordaeron, you should now Come and help us, because the Kingdom of Lordaeron needs fearless warriors like you now!"
Dathrohan and a group of cavalry accompanied the transport team. On the one hand, he could help them escort the food back. On the other hand, he was also very interested in the Flame Canyon!
Therefore, in the name of helping to escort the food, Dathrohan wanted to sneak into the canyon to see what was going on, and to meet the friendly fire elements who were helping the refugees from Lordaeron, as well as their strange human queen.
In fact, Dathrohan is not too unfamiliar with the fire element.
At the end of the Second World War, near Black Rock Mountain, he had seen something like that that was full of fire. I'm sure it's there, but I can't say it's friendly!
Now when he heard John say that the fire element inside did not harm humans, and in turn provided them with land for habitat and cultivation, he was very curious. Therefore, he temporarily decided that he must go in and have a look!
Furthermore, this Flame Canyon is too close to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel and Hand of Tyr, only three to five days away! No matter what, he had to go in and see why the other party gathered here and what was their purpose? If possible, it would be best to meet their queen.
"Dear Paladin, Commander Dathrohan, although it may sound a little offensive, I still want to correct you: We people are no longer the people of Lordaeron... We are now , just a group of homeless refugees..."
Old John sighed, took off his helmet, and stopped moving forward. He just stood there, looking at Dathrohan calmly.
Now, he had to show his cards. He didn't want to go back to the Holy Light's Hope Chapel with them, nor did he want to be an instructor in the Hand of Tyr, let alone a colonel! Right now, he just wants to build their new home together with the thousands of homeless people in the canyon.
"Look at us people again. All of us here have relatives who died in the hands of the undead, without exception! Not only them, there are even more. In the camp in the canyon, all the people No one in the family can escape intact, not one!"
"Who caused all this? Who caused our wives to be separated and our families to be destroyed? And who extended the butcher's knife to us? That's right! It's the prince of Lordaeron - Arthas!" with an expressionless face. After saying this, Old John looked at the front of the motorcade again.
"No... this is actually because..." Dathrohan was about to say a few words, but was immediately interrupted by Old John.
"Look over there again, do you see that Jude who is smiling in front of the team? He used to be a sergeant, a soldier under my command, a great young man! Do you think he is very happy now? Are you still smiling all day now?"
"Uh..., it seems true." Dathrohan didn't know what the veteran wanted to say. After glancing at the front of the team, he could only nod reluctantly.
"Then I can tell you now, Jude, he originally had a small orchard at home, and a happy family. At that time, his parents were still alive, and he had a younger brother and two younger sisters... but Now, all gone! None! You may not know... We have all seen that he cries secretly every night... The first thing he does when he wakes up every morning is to secretly hide him He still thinks that we don't know about that soaked pillowcase, and he still forces a smile and laughs every day... If you dare to use the name of Lordaeron to recruit him now, I'm sure he will spit on your face. of."
"No! John, I think there is one thing you should be clear about. Arthas did these things because he fell into the trap of the devil! The culprit is the more evil existence behind him! When he fell After becoming undead, he can no longer represent Lordaeron and the royal family of Menethil! These are two different things! Not only you, we will also take revenge on him! Lordaeron is Lordaeron! He Arthas can only represent he himself!"
After finally understanding why this warrior rejected him so many times, Dathrohan quickly explained.
"Really? But I heard recently that when he was still alive, he issued an order to massacre the city in the name of the Prince of Lordaeron! Stratholme, you should still remember it, right?"
John put on his closed helmet with red eyes and used it to hide his expression. He didn't want anyone to see his tears now.
"Two of my comrades... died defending Lordaeron. Then, I used all the money to buy their orphans and children a big house in Stratholme... But what happened? They did After doing such a thing, you actually dared to block the news, and it was only recently that I learned about it from other refugees! This is really... ha!"
Old John simply couldn't imagine it. He just suspected that the citizens in the city were infected and ordered a massacre? Is this something a normal prince can do? Is he so sure that everyone is infected? Wouldn't he check it out?
If all the citizens turned into undead, and Alsace ordered the massacre of the city, John himself would have nothing to say! But what did he do at that time? You just have suspicions, so you directly attack the people who are still alive? Old John never believed that everyone ate the contaminated food!
"No, this matter is actually because of the plague..."
Only halfway through, Dathrohan paused. He couldn't continue. This matter was indeed a crime committed by Alsace who insisted on going his own way. Because Uther, the messenger of light, who was present at the time, also strongly opposed it.
"Okay, Lord Dathrohan, you are an upright paladin, and we are just a group of common people. We don't understand your honor or beliefs. We only know that we will do it for whoever treats us well." Loyalty, we will sacrifice our lives for whoever has our best interests at heart, but we will never again sacrifice our lives to a kingdom that raises a butcher knife to its people. Lordaeron is no longer the Lordaeron of us people..."
"Not far ahead is the Flame Canyon. Thank you very much for your escort these two days. If you need to contact the fire elements, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, it is best to send someone to inform me first. I will help you get in touch. After all, those fire monsters are not so easy to talk to sometimes."
After saying the last sentence, Old John sighed and turned away without caring about the other party's reaction, leaving only Dathrohan's desolate back, the back of a veteran...
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"well……"
Watching the transportation team in the distance gradually disappearing into the mountains from the entrance of the canyon, Dassohan frowned in thought.
Originally, he thought the recruitment operation would be easy, but he didn't want it to end on such an unhappy note. The words of veteran John also touched him a lot. Perhaps, in the future, they should pay more attention to the thoughts of the lower-level soldiers.
"Your Majesty Commander, do we still need to go into the canyon to check the situation? I saw a group of fire monsters and lava dogs in front of them that they talked about. There is a sentry inside."
At this time, a Silver Hand cavalry rode back to report. He had already seen the fire demon and lava dog mentioned at the refugee gate. Those creatures were tall and strong, like Naga, but The colors are different, and the appearance is a little different. It looks very unpleasant!
"No, let's go back to Holy Light's Wish first! After the repairs are completed, we can go directly south to the Hand of Tyr! It's probably almost time for Grand Marshal Garithos to arrive here. Let's go and come back next time."
Recently, after hearing that the undead army led by Arthas was completely wiped out in Quel'Thalas, Grand Marshal Garithos decided to attack the undead in the Eastern Plaguelands first, clearing out the undead here in one fell swoop and capturing Stanthor. Mu!
This is why Dathrohan led dozens of cavalry to investigate around Stratholme this time. He did find that the undead had become much less numerous, and he didn't know where they had gone.
Maybe this is indeed a good opportunity for them! First capture the Eastern Plaguelands, then cooperate with Hearthglen and then clean up the Western Plaguelands. Then, we will not be far from capturing Tirisfal Glades and regaining Lordaeron!
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