The route to the border of Quel'Thalas is the main road in the East Wilder region. There is no danger. There are even curious farmers and residents along the way to pay attention to this elite force.
During the march of more than 700 people led by Alsace, there was no other sound except the sound of armor and weapons rubbing and colliding.
The shiny armor they polished, the cold light of the spears and sharp blades, all showed to the residents of Lordaeron what a powerful army this was.
Especially the twenty knights of the [Privy Sword] at the forefront. Their attire is different from the gold and silver armor and blue and gold cloaks of ordinary Lordaeron soldiers. These twenty knights wear black armor with silver edges. The cloak is blood red.
I don't know why, but just watching from a distance, I can feel inexplicable pressure from them.
In fact, the ten paladins following in the team also discovered this. Each of them was surprised by the power of these privy knights. In the entire Lordaeron, perhaps only the Knights of the Silver Hand could compete with them.
The twenty privy knights brought by Arthas are not just ordinary people. Each of them was carefully selected from the most elite Royal Guards of Lordaeron.
Any privy knight is a strong man who has reached extraordinary status on the road of warriors. Their ability to fight alone is not inferior to that of the Holy Knights of the Silver Hand. On the battlefield, their killing efficiency is even better than that of the Silver Hand. The hand is higher.
Privy Knights will participate in specialized special training after the initial screening. Only those who are not eliminated can finally truly enter the order, and their allegiance is only to Alsace.
It stands to reason that this is completely inconsistent with the king's operation, but Tenaris trusts Arthas too much, and as a son like Arthas, he also knows that he has only a few years to live, so in fact, these are all his Acquiesced or even secretly promoted.
He hoped that before his death, his son could become a wise king of Lordaeron who would not be seen in a thousand years.
With extremely fast marching speed, in the afternoon of the next day, Arthas and his troops finally arrived at the elven pass fortress at a mountain pass in East Wilder, which leads to the elven country of Quel'Thalas. The only land route is called the "Elf Gate" by humans.
The two archmages accompanying the army showed the predetermined magic runes to the elves on the city wall. After confirming their identities, the elves opened the city gate.
An elf general who was taller and burlier than ordinary elves came over. After saluting Arthas and Uther, he said in Common Tongue with a pure accent, "Good morning, Your Highness the Prince and Your Excellency Uther, I didn't expect you to lead the team yourself. Quel'Thalas and the Farstriders thank you for your assistance. I am Lor'themar Theron, the ranger general's adjutant. She sent me to greet you."
This person is an old acquaintance. During the Second Orc War, he once participated in the elven reinforcements to support Lordaeron. Uther also had an impression of him, and he was a pretty good one, because Lor'themar didn't have many All elves have a badass personality.
"Good day, Lord Lor'themar," Arthas returned the greeting, "I hope we arrived in time."
"Very timely, Your Highness, we have repelled several attacks by the barbarians, but many Farstrider rangers have also been injured." Lor'themar's expression was not relaxed. The elf population is sparse, and every Farstrider They are all the wealth of Quel'Thalas.
"I have brought thirty priests, led by a senior priest from Stratholme Cathedral. They can treat the injuries of the travelers."
Lor'themar breathed a sigh of relief, "Praise the Sunwell! This is great. We are seriously short of manpower, healers are even scarcer, and many wounded cannot receive timely treatment."
When Arthas entered the fortress just now, he noticed that there were very few guards here. He frowned and asked, "Lord Lor'themar, are you already so short of manpower?"
Lor'themar replied bitterly after hearing this, "Just call me Lor'themar - we have mobilized most of the troops temporarily available in the southern forest to the eastern front to resist the invasion of troll barbarians, but Silvermoon City's support We haven’t arrived yet, but how many priests are there in the southern forest?”
Arthas probably understood that although the elven rangers went all out to fight against the trolls, the support from Silvermoon City in the north seemed to be just talk.
In order to cooperate better in the future battles, Lor'themar said frankly, "We still have 1,500 rangers fighting on the front line, but currently more than 100 people have been injured to varying degrees, and the number of casualties is very small. The trolls never really broke into our lines."
"I brought five hundred elite infantry, one hundred elite knights, one hundred dwarf musketeers, ten paladins, and two archmages," Arthas also explained the situation of his troops, "and also There are those thirty priests.”
"This will further stabilize our battle line. Thank you again, Your Highness." Lor'themar nodded affirmatively after hearing this number. Lordaeron sent more support than he imagined.
But Lor'themar also noticed that Arthas seemed to have missed a few people. He noticed that there were twenty black knights in the formation, which were not quite right with the number of personnel mentioned by Arthas.
But he didn't ask much, because he thought these knights should be the prince's personal guards. Although he didn't know why they were different from the Lordaeron royal guards he had seen, these were not the focus of the question.
"Alsace, let's set off for the front line immediately." Uther did not intend to stay here for too long. "You can't understand the true situation on the battlefield just by relying on words."
"I think so too." Arthas nodded, "Lor'themar, how long does it take from here to the front line."
"It takes more than two hours. If we go a little faster, we can reach our position before sunset."
"Okay," Arthas got on his horse and gave the order, "Warriors of Lordaeron, let's go!"
The prince's response was the dull sound of weapons hitting the shield and the ground.
