Chapter 429 The Danger of Lordaeron (Part 1)

Hanging sheep and beating drums is a bad trick of the Chinese ancestors, and it is definitely new to the tribe. When Grom led the army to attack the Lordaeron camp, which theoretically had at least 100,000 people, all he saw was a cavalry team of less than 1,000 people, and dozens of paladins torturing the small army he sent. force.

"Chasing! Chase!"

On the plains, a person with two legs can never run as fast as a person with four legs. No matter how hard Grom stared, he could only watch the last army of the Lordaeronians ride away, while the Horde could only eat the dirt behind.

In fact, the Lordaeron army that retreated two days earlier also couldn't make it back to Lordaeron City in time. The terrain of Tirisfal Glades itself limits the speed of retreat.

Not to mention, more than 100,000 troops were squeezed into a forest road that could only accommodate two carriages. No matter how fast they marched, it would take at least a week to reach the city of Lordaeron.

Few of the kings of this era would dare to play teleportation. King Terenas was almost insane.

He has personally witnessed the beastman's human flesh siege skills. Two orcs rushed towards the gate of the city with a tree trunk on their shoulders. Leave it alone, and the gates of your city will be opened in two or three minutes.

"Quick, quick! My Kalia! My Alsace!" Thinking of his wife and children who were still in Lordaeron, Terenas' heart was broken.

Unlike most other kings, Terenas is a typical old man. Kalia was born at the age of nearly forty, and then Alsace. In this era of early marriage and early childbearing, it is true to say that old age is good for children.

He can't be said to be very fond of his children, and his love is no less than that of any father in the world.

Terenas had already asked Mograine to leave the army and lead the Lordaeron Knights back ahead of schedule, but he was still afraid that he would not be able to make it in time.

In fact, the Horde arrived just one day before the vanguard of Lordaeron's army arrived.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! The orcs are coming!"

Alsace, who was in the palace, was stunned. He raised his handsome but childish face, and looked at the captain of the royal guard, Molev, who had rushed into the inner palace in a daze.

"What?"

It's not that Lordaeron didn't receive the news. In fact, when the royal city of Alterac fell two days ago, Duke immediately sent a magical message. Duke repeatedly warned that the Horde was likely to arrive within three days, but none of the Lordaeronians could come up with a way.

Moreover, quite a few nobles believed that it was impossible for the Horde to arrive within three days, because it would take at least seven days for humans to go to Broken Ridge by land.

When King Terenas was not in the city of Lordaeron, Alsace supervised the country. Of course, Alsace, who is only 13 years old, is already quite assertive, because of his age, he still acts more as a mascot.

At this moment, he completely ignored the nobles below who were waiting to be summoned, and now they were chattering out of fear. He stood up abruptly, and waved his hand to signal Merlov to come forward: "The orcs have come?"

"Yes, Your Highness." The captain of the guard replied quickly.

Meleph was a seasoned veteran, and Terenas had promoted him from the border guards to a bodyguard when he was a young man on a patrol, and as the years passed, he was promoted step by step to captain of the bodyguard. Arthas knew him well, and Muref was by no means a coward without courage. And now he was pale and trembling.

"They crossed the Alterac Mountains earlier than expected - even when I reported to His Highness, they should have marched to the shores of Lake Lordamere."

Arthas quickly passed by the captain of the guards and strode away from the inner palace. He almost trotted all the way with the guards, passed through the main hall, climbed up the turning ladder of the nearest high tower, and walked to the nearest balcony.

There was a melodious sound of the piano, the sound was so soft and pure, that the anxiety seemed to disappear.

That was the sound of Alsace's sister, Kalia, and this is Kalia's piano room. When Alsace broke in wearing a leather armor, the maids waiting by the piano, as well as Kalia herself, raised their heads in astonishment, looking at Alsace and Mo who was following him in a daze. Love and other guards rushed in together.

"Alsace?" Princess Kalia asked tentatively.

"Emergency." Alsace waved his hand and walked past them quickly.

Princess Kalia immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. She lifted her snow-white dress, trotted all the way to follow Alsace to the balcony, and was stunned.

The two siblings seemed to be struck by lightning, and there was a buzzing in their ears, but they couldn't hear anything. All other irrelevant things in the field of view are filtered out, and they stay in place, like marble statues.

From this high east-facing balcony, one can see the most beautiful scenery in all of Lordaeron.

Nearby, there is a piece of blue, sparkling, lake Lordamere as wide as the sea.

In the distance, there are continuous, ups and downs, Alterac Mountains like a barrier.

At this moment, these scenery are still so touching and majestic, but on the empty grassland between these scenery and the white city wall of Lordaeron King City, there is a bunch of creeping green people.

This bright green torrent, which has nothing to do with nature, is constantly twisting, eroding the entire grassland like locusts, and spreading to the shore of the lake, as if to fill everything in the field of vision with this green—this is not an illusion Well, the repeated warnings of Deputy Commander Duke Marcus are not alarmist. This time, the tribe really came.

With a proud killing intent.

With endless destruction.

Arthas heard the screams from the maids behind him, but he couldn't hear anything except the breathing of his sister who was holding his arm tightly.

"Merav!!" ​​Alsace yelled violently, waking up the knight captain who was staring at the distant scene with his mouth wide open.

"Your Highness!" Mereff quickly lowered his head.

"Sound the alarm! Close the city gate immediately! Let all the soldiers go up to the wall. We have no way to resist their first wave of attack except to defend the city wall." Alsace, who was very assertive, made his decision.

"However, Your Highness, there are still thousands of refugees waiting for inspection outside the east gate..."

The muscles on Alsace's cheeks twitched: "Close the door directly."

"There are at least 3,000 refugees outside!" Mereff said with an expression on the verge of tears.

Alsace slapped him with a slap: "Idiot! These 3,000 people are doomed! If we pay the 300,000 people in Lordaeron city to save 3,000 people, we are the sinners of Lordaeron! Go! immediately!"

The captain of the guard covered his face and quickly went down.