"His Royal Highness Prince?"
Baron Rivendell's call brought Arthas back to reality from his thoughts. He apologized apologetically for his distracted behavior just now, "I'm sorry, Your Excellency Baron, I just thought of something."
"It doesn't matter, I know His Majesty the King's expectations for you will bring a lot of pressure." Baron Rivendell didn't care about Alsace's distraction. He just picked up the wine glass and raised it to Alsace, "But now Well, you can actually relax appropriately.”
"This is a toast to you, Your Majesty the Baron," Alsace also raised the wine glass in his hand and clinked it with the Baron.
The two of them drank a large glass of dwarf ale. Rivendell didn't care about the aristocratic rules at all. He raised his arm and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and immediately refilled the ale for the two of them. "Haha! It's better to drink like this." Enjoy it! Come! Your Highness, Rivendell of the Silver Hand, may you be brave and fearless in this life!"
The great knight Gavin Ladd on the side also raised his glass, "Gavin Ladd of the Silver Hand, I wish my brother great military success in the future!"
"The student I am most proud of, I wish you will always walk with light and justice!" Uther patted Alsace on the shoulder and raised the wine glass.
Across the table, the first-generation Paladin Saidan Dathrohan, whose muscles were taut and tall and solid like a fortress, also raised his wine glass high, "I wish our brother Arthas will never be harmed by evil!"
The most gentle and kind Tirion Fordring also did not forget to send his blessing, "I wish our brother Arthas to always be kind and honest!"
Arthas looked at the first-generation paladins who were almost all gathered in front of him, and he was filled with emotion. After clinking glasses with these seniors, he shouted together, "May Lordaeron prosper forever, and may the Holy Light of the Silver Hand live forever!"
A simple banquet, almost only the knights of the Silver Hand participated. All of them were the pillars of the Silver Hand and the pillars of Lordaeron.
Who would have thought that just a few years later, the prosperous city would be reduced to ruins, and the powerful heroes would become bones or tragically fall.
But at least this time, what awaits them will not be different tragic elegies. The fate of Lordaeron, the fate of mankind, and the fate of Azeroth will all be very different.
Mortals may appear so weak in the face of disasters and fate, but when danger comes, these mortals will always fight for the fate of their world without fear.
This is the eternal tone of Azeroth.
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The next morning, when Alsace got up from the guest bed in the lord's mansion, his head still hurt a little.
The group of big men who used wine barrels as water barrels took turns toasting him, which meant that Alsace's physique was extraordinary, otherwise he might have to sleep until tomorrow morning.
However, his "combat ability" at the wine table is also considered top-notch. Yesterday, not one of those who dared to pour him wine ran away. The most egregious ones were Gavin Rad and Rivendell, two old and shameless young people. You are in good health, I have one drink and you have two drinks and you are out!
This guy Rivendell hated himself for telling his wife, Lady Anastari, about his embarrassing story when he was a child, so he just wanted to make fun of him, and Gavin Rad, the idiot, also followed suit.
Alsace estimated that these two guys would have to lie at home for two days. The wine they drank yesterday would probably burst the stomachs of ordinary people twice!
"I almost didn't succeed, but I was drunk to death by these two old men first." Alsace washed his face with cold water in the bathroom, stared at the handsome face in the mirror, and couldn't help but sigh, "Although not I don’t know how many times I’ve seen it, but it’s still a bit too handsome…”
He wondered if the Menethil family's bloodline was too good. His sister Calia was famous for being a beauty, and he himself was even more handsome. Look at his face. He was resolute yet handsome. Chic and a little cold...
Ahem, that’s too far off topic.
After Alsace finished washing, he got dressed and prepared to go out. He happened to meet the waiter who came to knock on the door. After seeing Alsace, the waiter quickly stepped aside and said respectfully, "Your Highness, Lord Uther is looking for you. "
"Teacher? Where is he?" Alsace was a little strange. Uther did not drink much yesterday. He just drank a little while paying respects to him. It was normal to get up today, but why did he come to see him so early? ?
"Go back to Your Highness, Lord Uther is waiting in the living room."
Arthas felt that Uther would come here again, and it must be something urgent to come to him, otherwise he could wait until he went to the church to come to him.
Led by the waiter to the living room, Uther had already put on special armor and had the Holy Deed clasped around his waist.
The Holy Pact is a magic weapon exclusively used by Paladins. It is actually a special big book, which is filled with methods and techniques for using the Holy Light, as well as the teachings of the Holy Light and the virtues of knights. It can be said to be the standard of every Paladin. It is a weapon to eliminate evil.
As for why it is called a weapon, is it because you have seen a book made of metal on the surface, with rams cast on the four corners, weighing dozens of kilograms, fastened to the belt with a chain, and can be taken off at any time and used as a meteor hammer?
But once the paladin carries the holy contract with him and wears the armor, it means that he is probably going to accept the order and participate in the battle.
"Teacher, what happened?" Alsace frowned. Uther came to him in person, fully armed. The problem might be serious.
"I received an emergency order from the royal capital this morning. Our allies were attacked and we need to send troops to assist." Uther simply stated the situation.
ally?
Alsace's mind quickly started to move - the East Wilde region to which Stratholme belonged (later the Eastern Plaguelands region) was located on the easternmost side of the kingdom's territory and was not bordered by any human kingdom. He needed to notify Ukraine. Ther geared up and came to find him. The most likely reason was that the high elves in the north had been attacked.
"Are the forest trolls invading the elves' territory again?" Arthas asked.
"Yes," Uther was not surprised at all, and even thought it was natural for Arthas to know, "This time their numbers are much greater than before, and the elves may find it too difficult to resist alone."
"This is not in line with the characteristics of the elves," Arthas became interested. "Don't they always think that their magic can solve all problems? Now they want us to stop them from the forest troll's axe?"
"The request for help was sent from Dalaran to the court mage." Uther added.
Arthas sighed, "Kael'thas is worried all day long. If you ask me, their Mage Council is too pedantic. Kael'thas should have taken action long ago."
Kael'thas is the prince of the high elves, and is also Alsace's friend and former love rival. As for why it was once, it's because the person Kael'thas likes is already Alsace's girlfriend.
"His Majesty the King asked us to lead troops to Quel'Thalas for support." Uther did not delve into the topic of Alsace. He began to explain the power they could use. "We can immediately mobilize about five hundred elites. Infantry, one hundred elite cavalry, one hundred musketeers, thirty priests, ten paladins, and two archmages."
"So many? There are two mages?" Arthas was also a little surprised when he heard the number of troops. This power was extraordinary. The elites Uther mentioned were all veterans killed in the Second Orc War.
"Because we are going to the forest this time, the cavalry's combat capabilities are limited. Otherwise, we can bring another hundred cavalry," Uther had already said clearly.
Alsace understood. His father's meaning was very clear. There was no shortage of troops. The only requirement was that he could win this battle outstandingly.
"I understand," Arthas nodded in response, "I will bring twenty more 'Privy Swords'."
Uther was stunned for a moment after hearing this. Arthas was actually willing to use such power in support?
[Privy Council Sword], one of the main combat powers of the [Privy Council] founded by Alsace. The only purpose of their existence is to efficiently bring eternal sleep to Lordaeron and all the enemies of Arthas.
