After Thrall and Grommash led the people back to their camp in the lumber camp, Arthas and Varian left Ashenvale and camped at the junction of the Barrens and Ashenvale.
It is very troublesome to choose a location in the forest large enough for thousands of people to camp, and it is bound to conflict with the forces of the night elves and their allies.
Moreover, Arthas did not want the Alliance army to suffer the first attack of demons.
He was convinced that Mannoroth and a large number of minions of the Burning Legion were hidden in a canyon in the forests and mountains of southern Ashenvale. But with the current number of people in the Alliance, if they challenge the location that is likely to be the headquarters of the Burning Legion, they will undoubtedly pay extremely heavy casualties.
Moreover, there is only one path at the junction of Ashenvale and the Barrens. Mastering this path will provide them with many advantages.
However, Varian could tell that Arthas was not in a good mood.
"What's wrong with you? Could it be that you feel awkward because you helped the orcs?"
Arthas spread out a map of Ashenvale on the table of the war conference room and let out a long sigh. "Helping the orcs is also helping ourselves. I just think that some things may be unstoppable."
After many attempts to thwart the Burning Legion's plans failed, although history has changed, it has returned to the ending of the Burning Legion's arrival.
This couldn't help but make Arthas feel quite lost and depressed. He gradually recognized the fact that even if he knew the possible actions of the Burning Legion, his layout and plans for more than ten years could not have any impact on the Legion's ten thousand years of perseverance. blow.
Therefore, in fact, Arthas had already anticipated that the coming of the Burning Legion would be an almost inevitable outcome a long time ago, but now that it has developed like this, it still makes him a little frustrated.
He came back to his senses and returned to his normal state of mind, "Our scouts have already conducted reconnaissance on the southern end of the Ashen Valley, and the results they obtained are the kind we least want to see."
Alsace's finger pointed at a blackened area on the map. It was originally a valley full of greenery and beautiful mountains and waters, but the alliance's scouts discovered that it was contaminated by extremely evil and depraved forces.
The death of the Forest God made the night elves so angry that they didn't even realize that the territory in front of their home had been infiltrated by demons.
"Manoroth is very likely to be dormant there with his demon army."
Varian stared at the area pointed by Arthas, put his right hand against his chin, and asked, "There is something very strange..."
"Did you notice that too?"
Varian hesitated for a moment, then nodded, "According to Grommash Hellscream, the chief of the Warsong Clan, Mannoroth's strength is crushing and terrifying, and his character is also arrogant. What makes a demon officer willing to hide in a canyon?"
"It means there must be some important reason why he needs to guard there." Arthas took over Varian's words.
Arthas already had a preliminary guess that Mannoroth would most likely not listen to Tichondrius's command, and Tichondrius himself did not appear in the plan against the orcs.
However, with the abyss lord's brain filled with violence and killing, he could use insidious tricks to make orcs and elves kill each other. If there was no instruction from Tichondrius, Arthas simply did not believe it.
There is only one possibility that Tichondrius is not operating in Ashenvale, and that is that he has more important things to do, so he reached an agreement with Mannoroth and let the abyss lord guard the base while he went elsewhere. .
But while Arthas and Varian were speculating and discussing Mannoroth's behavior, Muradin opened the curtain of the camp with one hand, his face solemn.
He held up a roll of intelligence in his hand, "Boys, we're in trouble."
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After reading the magic letter in her hand, Jaina still didn't recover from the shocking news. After a while, Jaina woke up when her assistant knocked on the door.
"Lady Proudmoore, what would you like for dinner tonight..."
"Forget about dinner," Jaina interrupted her assistant, quickly wrote a letter with a quill, and stamped it with the seal of Kul Tiras, "Send someone to bring this letter Give it to my father."
The assistant heard Jaina's tone, quickly took the letter, left the mage tower, and handed the envelope to the messenger responsible for delivering it.
After she left, Jaina immediately picked up the pen and started writing another letter. This time, she stamped it with Dalaran's seal, and the light blue arcane light flickered on the burnt yellow letter paper.
Jaina snapped her fingers, and the blue arcane flame ignited the envelope. The letter quickly disappeared in front of her. Her teacher, Speaker Antonidas of Dalaran, should receive letters from time to time.
As for the last letter, Jaina considered it over and over again. After finally writing it, she read and revised it several times, and stamped it with the royal emblem of Lordaeron that Arthas left for her.
After leaving the letter on the table, Jaina stood up, walked to the window of the mage tower, and looked out at Theramore, the endless, calm sea, but the slightly gloomy clouds in the distance seemed Foreshadows the coming of a storm.
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"Ser Uther, I have your letter."
The attendant placed a letter with the sealing wax of Lordaeron's royal seal in front of the Lightbringer. Uther temporarily put down other documents and picked up the letter.
Unfolding the letter paper, Uther began to read the contents of the letter line by line. However, with each additional line he read, Uther's brows became tighter.
The content of the letter was very brief, but it made Uther feel a heaviness he had never felt before.
The recipient of the letter was the supreme king of Lordaeron, Tenaris Menethil. The king only mentioned in a few words in the letter: The war in Kalimdor is tense, and he hopes that Uther can summon the Knights of the Silver Hand as soon as possible, and he will be ready at any time. On standby and ready to sail to Kalimdor.
Uther also learned that Arthas had left Lordaeron a few days ago, going to Kalimdor to fight for more benefits and allies for Lordaeron and the Alliance, but he had only been there for a long time. An emergency came from the side.
It seems...Alsace and the others discovered something very strange there.
The Paladins of the Silver Hand are one of the symbols of Lordaeron and an important military force in Lordaeron. They will almost never leave Lordaeron unless they encounter a danger that threatens the entire human world.
Then the news from Alsace means very clearly: the current crisis in Kalimdor will not only affect the lives there, but will also affect the entire Azeroth. No one can do anything about it. He was alone in this unknown disaster.
The Light Messenger slapped the letter on the table, stood up slowly, picked up the coat he had placed on the chair beside him, put it on and straightened his short, slightly white hair. He cast his eyes on the man next to his study. On the portrait, it was a portrait of his teacher, Alonsos Fao.
"May the Holy Light protect us forever."
