Because a large number of rune stones were destroyed, the southern and eastern areas of Eversong Forest, the great enchantment of Quel'Thalas, suffered serious decline. ︾乐︾文︾小︾说|Lost the brilliance of the sunwell, the flowers, plants and trees in the forest returned to the control of natural laws, and began to wither and wither in this cold season.
Carlos walked in the cold winter wind, and the dead leaves under his feet were shattered under the trampling of iron boots, making a rustling sound, bringing a trace of sound to the silent forest.
They have been traveling for two days and have traveled nearly a hundred miles, but there is no news from the trolls in the empty forest. Occasionally, they encounter high elves wandering and patrolling, but they also said that they have not encountered any sentinels from the trolls.
This is unreasonable.
Carlos would not believe that there was a plague in Zul'Aman or that there was a riot among Zul'jin's men, so the troll was cowed.
If not, then it only means that the trolls are planning something big.
When the troll appears again, it will no longer be a force that only a few thousand people can stop.
After leaving official duties, Carlos calmed down and continued to reflect on the decisions he had made.
Is it worth it to help the high elves in Quel'Thalas like this?
Alleria Windrunner is a famous hero in Quel'Thalas and a legendary figure. But after all, she is just a general, a marshal, and the idol of all elf rangers.
Can she give herself the rewards she expected?
Can the Kingdom of Alterac, which has exhausted all its potential, play its due role in the war, survive the most painful winter, and win a glorious future?
The alliance can really survive all crises without any danger, just like its original history. Will he completely overwhelm the tribe and win the final victory?
Carlos couldn't help but feel a little irritable as he thought too much. There was some sweating on my back and a dull pain in my head.
Crushing a heart-shaped fallen leaf that he was playing with in his hand, Carlos threw the residue away.
"Return, let's go back."
With an order, everyone turned their horses and galloped away in the direction they came from.
When Carlos completed his planned inspection and returned to the first line of defense. Five days passed again.
He had just come back and had not yet waited for Henry Schette, who was acting as the temporary commander, to finish describing his work summary. The sentry came to convey the military information.
"Your Majesty, there is news from the elves. In the mountains to the east, traces of a large-scale gathering of trolls have been found. There are also figures of orcs. According to the judgment of the elves, it is very likely that they came from the Hinterlands on the mountain road. The number is unknown, but is estimated to be more than 3,000."
After the sentry conveyed the order, he knelt on one knee and waited for the king's order. He looked very nervous.
"This is really bad!"
"Okay, that's great!"
Henrichet looked at Carlos and his Majesty the King in astonishment. The orcs and trolls have merged, and the trolls have greatly increased their strength. What's there to be happy about?
"Sir Henry Shetter. Nothing is more terrifying than the unknown. Nothing is more painful than waiting. It's here, it's finally here, five days and five days, and it will take at least five days for them to come over. Half a month Time has passed, and the defense line has been basically completed. Come on. Come on, no matter whether it is a troll or an orc. No matter Zujin or whoever it is, come on!"
Carlos seemed unusually excited, and his gesture infected the others. Even the sentinel who delivered the order let go of his inner nervousness, feeling that what His Majesty the King said seemed to make sense.
"Send the order, all troops are on alert, inform Alleria and Turalyon that the intermission is over and the second half will begin immediately."
Carlos took a deep breath and relaxed.
Very simple reasoning questions.
Known condition 1: The main forces of the war between the Hillbrad Hills Alliance and the Horde did not decide the outcome.
Known condition 2: The Wildhammer dwarves in Eagle's Nest Mountain are still alive and kicking.
Known condition three is that Gul'dan stole the rune stones for the construction of the Altar of Storms.
So the question is, which company has the best excavator technology?
Ahem, let's be serious, how many orcs are there who have crossed the mountains to come to Quel'Thalas?
If you expect that 51,000 orcs can reverse the strategic situation of Quel'Thalas, then Orgrim is undoubtedly a fool's errand. Carlos has been worried for so long. What he is really afraid of are those things that are beyond cognition. Son.
Ever since Dandema Lan Yu solemnly told Carlos that the Tree Cave King was real and that he had entered the second round of refresher training for driver selection, Carlos was really afraid in his dreams that Zujin would invent a digital monster. Dragon beasts or Iron Garuru came out and swept across Quel'Thalas.
Now that the trump card has basically been revealed, the trolls are waiting for reinforcements from the orc tribe.
Then let's fight, the east wind blows, the war drums beat, who is afraid of who in Azeroth!
When Carlos ignored the overwhelming numerical superiority of the orcs and trolls of the Quel'Thalas tribe and entered the mysterious self-confidence mode, Alshara in the Royal City of Lordaeron was deeply remorseful, annoyed, and silently crying. .
In mid-July last year, Alsace followed his good friend Yorem and secretly escaped from the palace and prepared to play at Balbani Farm. He happened to arrive at the Balbani Farm where the mare Bright Mane gave birth.
"The gray pony was still wet, with big eyes and long tangled legs, blinking and looking around under the dim lamplight. Arthas's sight was locked by those big brown eyes.
You are so beautiful, Alsace said to himself, and for a moment he almost stopped breathing. "
Alsace liked the pony very much and wanted to take it away. Unfortunately, he secretly escaped from the palace to play. Finally, Alsace returned to the palace in frustration.
However, the young Arthas had no idea that his ability to successfully escape from the palace was actually a deliberate act of his father Terenas.
The necessary spirit of adventure is also a quality that a prince should have.
The Alsace opportunity was a "secret escape" completed under the full protection of twenty palace guards.
So not long after, when Terenas summoned Arthas to the royal stables, Arthas saw the pony that had fascinated him.
"Father. I forced Yorem to help me escape. Please don't punish him!"
Although Arthas was very happy to see the foal, the first thing that the intelligent prince thought was that his father knew about his secret escape from the palace.
His father Terenas is the king of Lordan Road. And his friend Yorem was just the son of a farmhand, which frightened Arthas.
"Good, very good. Your loyalty to your friends is the best gift my father has received today. Alsace, this is very good!"
Terenas was indescribably satisfied with Arthas' performance.
"This foal is yours now. Take good care of it."
"Yes, Father. I will take good care of it!"
Alsace felt that he had received the best gift. His father was the best father in the world.
The young stallion's coat, mane and tail, which were gray when he was born, have now become pure white. Arthas half-jokingly considered names like "Snowfall" and "Starlight", but in the end he followed the unwritten traditions of Lordaeron. Name your mount after a certain quality.
Uther's mount is called "Steadfast" and Terenas's mount is called "Fearless".
So, let's call him "Invincible".
After gaining invincibility, Arthas couldn't help but run to show off to Varian Wrynn, because in this palace, apart from his squeamish sister, the only one who was a suitable lover was his cousin Prince Varian. Described object.
"Honestly, when this miracle of life, Invincible, was born, I was actually a little nauseous at first," Arthas said. Arthas couldn't help but put his hand on Varian's arm.
"I saw the birth of a foal with my own eyes. It was my invincible. Look, is it beautiful?"
However, the young Arthas did not know that his showing off was actually a kind of harm to Varian.
Arthas felt that from the moment their eyes met when the foal was born, they had a certain bond with each other.
Invincible is not just a war horse.
Invincibility will become a part of his life.
"A beautiful little mare indeed. You have a good eye."
Although this familiar experience reminded Varian of his father, Llane Wrynn, as a precocious child. Varian suppressed his sadness and praised his little brother.
Happiness will increase in value due to sharing, but sadness will not fade due to sharing. Both Alsace and Varian were good children who couldn't help but love them in their childhood.
By winter, the half-year-old colt Wuwei has a good physique. Under the careful training of the Lordaeron royal horse trainer, he has a physique that far exceeds that of horses of the same age. He is also smart and considerate.
On this day, Alsace came to the stable alone and quietly untied the reins of Invincible. The horse was sensible and did not make any sound, and followed the owner's small steps obediently.
When Alsace led Wudi and slipped out of the palace again, and after setting up the saddle and bridle, he climbed onto Wudi's back with a single stride.
Invincible, who had been suppressed for a long time, let out a joyful neighing sound, leading Arthas to gallop like lightning on the white land of Lordaeron.
But Invincible is just a pony kept in the palace, and Alsace is just a half-baked rider.
The rider thought that his mount would lead him to gallop and feel the feeling of flying. The mount left everything to the owner on its back and flew along the pull of the reins. The two novices, intoxicated with the speed, unknowingly rushed into a strange place. woods.
At the moment of the accident, Alsace felt in fear that Invincible's hind hooves slipped on the icy rocks. The horse struggled violently. It neighed and its legs frantically tried to find a safe foothold in the air. .
Alsace suddenly screamed, and he heard his screams as jagged rocks instead of snow-covered grass rushed at him with deadly speed.
Alsace held on to the reins tightly, as if it would be useful, but in fact it was of no use.
Before falling to the ground, Alsace shouted: "No!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"
Arthas muttered, struggling to stand.
The world instantly became dark, and he almost lost consciousness again, relying solely on his will to support himself.
Snowflakes began to fall from the sky, the wind howled, and the weather began to get darker.
I don't know how long it took, but slowly, Alsace felt a little better.
Fighting against the pain and the violent snowstorm, Alsace struggled to drag his body to the side of the frightened horse.
Invincible stirred up the red snow with its two intact strong hind legs and broken front legs. Seeing the miserable condition of his front legs, Alsace's stomach turned. These legs were once straight, slender, clean and strong, but now they were hanging limply and bent at a terrible angle.
Invincible kept trying to stand up but could no longer do so.
........
"I'm sorry." Alsace murmured, "I'm very sorry."
Invincible stopped struggling and responded to its owner calmly, with trust, as if it knew what was going to happen and felt the need. But this was more than Alsace could bear. Tears blurred his vision again, and he tried his best to hold back the tears.
After stroking Wudi's head, he wavered countless times and blamed himself countless times. Finally, Alsace, who had regained his strength, stood up.
Alsace pulled out his sword, slowly, slowly, little by little, gathered it above his head, and swung it straight down.
And if there really is a witness to history, then he will definitely mock the scriptwriter of fate.
What a bad character this person is.
The eldest young master of Stromgarde, Danas Bertone, endured his uneasiness and slowly followed the alliance's large army.
This sudden heavy snow seriously disrupted the Union army's march.
His pride, his father, Bigglas Bertone, is fighting fiercely at Thoradin's Wall, and he needs support.
Although he had never doubted his father's ability, nor did he think that anything would happen to the wall of immortality, as a son, Danas was so eager to have a pair of wings and flying knives by his father's side - whether as a warrior or as a a son.
"Hell, why is the snow so late this year?"
Looking at the broken rein in his hand, Danas couldn't help but complain.
As a qualified cavalryman, Danas can fix himself on the horse without reins and command the horse to move forward, and even launch a charge.
But there is an unwritten secret among the riders of Lordaeron - a broken rein is an ominous sign.
Danas could only blame the weather.
Fortunately, I am a paladin, and I am a paladin who has mastered the Holy Light and Holy Shield techniques. I can't be blamed for falling off a horse or anything like that.
Danas thought about it calmly, and stopped the help of the surrounding soldiers. He took out the spare reins from the saddle bag and started to change them while riding on the horse. Moreover, the restless horses did not disrupt the marching queue.
This riding skill earned Danas applause and whistles.
In the mountains surrounding the Arathi Plateau, a group of tribes were struggling to move forward.
Although the heavy snow made it difficult to travel on the mountain road, it also made their whereabouts difficult to detect.
This is the Shadowhunter among a group of Juggernauts and Trolls.
"Are you sure we can get around that high wall before nightfall tomorrow?"
A green-skinned orc sword master asked. Although the cold wind in the mountains was bone-chilling, for the sword masters, a white cloak was enough to keep out the cold.
"I am sure."
The shadow hunters among the trolls also have their own dignity, and the doubts of the orc swordsmen make these powerful trolls not so happy, but as allies, this level of friction cannot destroy the alliance.
In this way, the team continued to move silently along the ridge.
There is a vast expanse between heaven and earth, and a snowfall seems to purify the world into white.
However, the flames of war will eventually stain everything with blood and smoke.
Red and black soon dominated Lordaeron again. (To be continued)
