Chapter 479 12. Reinforcements Who Came Alone --- Add More for the Banjiang Brothers [9/20]
Chapter 479 12. Reinforcements who came alone --- add more for the half sauce brothers [920]
"The city of Stratholme is urgent! Your Majesty, the undead gathered from Darrowshire and near the Sordo River have blocked the communication between cities and towns, but there are still nearly ten thousand civilians around Darrowshire who have not moved, sticking to Stan Uther, the Great Knight of Somme, begs us to send an army to rescue them!"
In the council hall of the Lordaeron court, all officials of the entire city gathered here, and everyone was assigned wartime tasks, from accepting civilians, to liquidating war materials, from calling militias, to collecting intelligence from various places, Everyone got busy, and in the middle of the hall, the old king sat on his seat with a frosty face. Behind him, the attendants kept summarizing the situation in various places, and then marked them on the map in front of them with various symbols. .
The map of the Kingdom of Lordaeron in front of me is simply shocking. There are red signs representing the activities of the undead around the settlements of the kingdom, and in the Tirisfal and Stratholme regions, the icons of the major cities are almost densely packed. The little red dots are full, but that's not the worst.
In the area of Lordamere Lake and Silverpine Forest, a big red icon is moving towards the discovery of Dalaran. The dazzling color represents that the number of undead is more than 150,000, no matter how poor the imagination is. Everyone can imagine the terrifying scene where such a legion goes.
And the old king hasn't rested since yesterday morning, his eyes are full of exhaustion, but he can't rest, because almost every hour, bad news comes.
"Where's the army in Hearthglen?"
The old king asked, the attendant looked through the records in his hand, and then said in a deep voice:
"The Great Knight Fording is supporting the city of Andorhal with the knights in his territory. The mages of Quel'Thalas and Dalaran are also in that city. Camp Coldwind has established a temporary shelter to gather all the exiled civilians from across Stratholme West."
"Well, Fording did a good job."
King Terenas rubbed his forehead: "How many troops are there in Stratholme?"
"Not much, Your Majesty, Rivendell... The traitor told the truth before he died. There are many undead spies in that city. The great knight Uther is also busy dealing with hidden dangers in the city. It is said that they are That city was poisoned, and there are still hundreds of thousands of people in that city, so the Uther knights asked for help, and their strength is probably stretched too far."
There was also a trace of heaviness in the attendant's eyes, and he whispered:
"The paladins of Light's Hope Chapel and Tyr's Hand plan to take in the civilians of the entire eastern region, and some high elf rangers also helped our town to evacuate under the order of the Sun King, but Darrowshire... it The location is too remote, no matter whether it is going to the Cold Wind Camp or the Hand of Tyr, resurrected corpses appeared in both directions..."
While the attendant was talking, an intelligence officer suddenly stepped forward and handed him a message. The attendant glanced at it, and his face became sad.
"Your Majesty, and... there is bad news."
"explain!"
The old king gritted his teeth and spit out a word. The attendant took a deep breath, and put the information in his hand in front of the king:
"Cawlin Town has been captured by the undead... the entire intersection of Colin, including Blackwood Lake, has fallen into the hands of the undead, and the road from Tyr's Hand to Darrow County has been completely destroyed..."
"Okay, stop talking."
The king closed his eyes, and his face was heavy. Before he became king, Terenas also commanded the legion and fought the trolls on the border of Stratholme. He was very familiar with the terrain of that area, Colin Town Right in the heart of Stratholme East, the town is often called "Cowling Junction" and is a transit hub to all parts of Stratholme East.
Once there is truncated, it means that the entire eastern part of Stratholme is artificially divided into east and west parts, and Darrowshire is just stuck in the center. If the king remembers correctly, there is just another place near Darrowshire. Over 200 years old cemetery... really bad!
"Darrow County, if I remember correctly...then it should be...Cair Darrow...Barov."
The old king's thoughts turned quickly, and after a while, he said to the attendant:
"In my name, I request Earl Barov to send his private soldiers to transfer the civilians of Darrow County to his castle."
"But Your Majesty, that Earl is..."
The face of the attendant changed slightly. In the noble circle of the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron, no one knew that the Earl Barov had always obeyed the king's orders. If it weren't for the Barov family and all the big families in the entire northern border They all have intricate relationships. I am afraid that this family has been expelled by the king in some way.
"Now is not the time to talk about contradictions, let's do it."
The old king waved his hand, and before the attendant left, he said:
"Send a letter to Marshal Gathelis. I know that there are clouds of war on the Arathi front, but when necessary, I need the Marshal to bring our most valiant army back home. The current situation is too bad."
The attendant froze for a moment. He subconsciously looked back at the map hanging in front of the king, looking at the dense red dots. Although most of the civilians in the country had been taken into the city in advance, every city had been built. Defense system, but if you only look at the scene described in this map, there is indeed a feeling of "Lordaeron is dying".
And just as the attendants left quickly with the king's order, Prince Alsace, who took a shower, changed his clothes, and rested for 20 minutes, strode into the conference hall. He walked to his father and whispered:
"Father, the civilians of Sabchel have been rescued, and they are now being checked at the containment point outside the city."
"Well, well done, Arthas."
The old king nodded, and at this moment, the young prince looked at the map in front of the king. His bloodshot eyes were cruising around the map. This time, facing the threat of the undead, the reaction of the Kingdom of Lordaeron was stronger than that of the king. It was much faster than ever before. Before the tide of undead was fully formed, the defenses of various cities in the country were arranged very properly.
This is also the advantage of the imperial system. After the intelligence sharing of various countries, any clues cannot be concealed from the eyes of the ruler, especially in a state of war. The deterrent power of the imperial military officers stationed in each legion can also ensure that the legion is Super strong execution of orders from superiors...
During the war, the army enforced military laws. The military officers under the imperial system were all veterans who had participated in the orc wars. For those soldiers who disobeyed orders, deserted, and had no firm will, these old swordsmen who survived the cruelest war Children, you will never tolerate it.
"What happened to Darrowshire?"
The prince looked at the map, and soon found the standard green emblem on the landmark of Darrowshire, a large town in the northwest of Stratholme, which represented "warring". There is no garrison.
He looked at his father, and the old king rubbed his forehead, and after a moment he said:
"The civilians in Darrow County were blocked by the undead before they retreated to Tyr's Hand, but I have ordered Earl Barov to send his private soldiers to rescue them. Don't worry, my son, go and rest. "
"Barov? Barov is not trustworthy, father."
The prince shook his head, rubbed his sore shoulders, and said to the king:
"That family misses Perenold's rule. They are an unstable factor. Besides, Barov's private soldiers are limited to 1,000 people, and they are not strong enough!"
"But we have no more soldiers left, my son."
The old king breathed a sigh of relief:
"The Arathi Highlands has occupied too many of our military resources, and the defense of the entire kingdom is stretched. I know you are unwilling to give up even a single people, but my son, sometimes, we have to make trade-offs and sacrifices... .Our generals are not omnipotent, and you can't ask soldiers to do something they can't do."
"I know, father, I know your difficulty."
The prince gritted his teeth:
"So I'll find my own way. I'm going to the Hinterlands, Father. I want to ask the Wildhammer dwarves for help. Darrowshire is very close to the Eagle's Nest. If those children of the sky will help, our people will be safe and sound."
"You are right. I don't want to give up a people. This is my responsibility. Anyway, wish me luck, father."
After speaking, the prince turned around and quickly left the hall. The old king stretched out his hand, wanting to say something, but from Alsace's firm back, the king saw a trace of faith, which made him feel relieved.
The young man is unwilling to compromise on the situation and vows to do something great and become a hero who saves the people. As a father, what reason does he have to prevent his son from becoming a hero?
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"I would like to help you, little Alsace."
After 15 minutes, Arthas, who arrived at Eagle's Nest Mountain through the portal, saw Falstad Wildhammer, the great lord of the Wildhammer dwarves. This dwarf lord with a beautiful orange beard looked embarrassed and hurried. the prince said:
"But our griffin knights and infantry were sent to the eastern front of Hinterlands. You may not know that the undead who crossed the sea from Quel'Thalas boarded the mountains of Hinterlands from the sea-watching cliff early this morning. "
Falstad led Alsace to the tactical map of the Hinterlands, pointed to the eastern mountains and said:
"The fleet of Kul Tiras tried to intercept them in the sea, but it was unsuccessful. Those undeads resisted the artillery fire of the fleet, and after losing a quarter of their troops, they successfully rushed into the evil branch troll's cave. The city of Xinsalor, they are now massacring in Xinsalori, turning those trolls into their own soldiers, to tell you the truth, the Hinterlands battlefield will soon be "lively"."
"this..."
Alsace didn't doubt that Falstad would deceive him on such a big matter, and judging from the situation described on this map, once the undead from the North broke through the city of the evil branch troll, they would immediately come into contact with humans The Empire's eastern line of defense in the Hinterlands, that is to say, after the battlefield in the Arathi Highlands, the Hinterlands will soon become a battlefield.
"You understand, little Alsace?"
Falstad handed the prince a glass of wine, and the Wildhammer said pessimistically:
"Our Griffin Knights have been carrying out bombing missions since this morning. We want to burn all the corpses of the evil branch trolls before they are devoured by the undead, even those long ears, you know ?The plateau strikers stationed in the Hinterlands by Quel'Thalas also joined in this frantic bombardment. No one wants to see the undead break through the Eastern Front, but that's the problem... the choice to go to war, It's not in our hands now."
"Well, I probably know that the situation here is indeed... really not optimistic."
Prince Alsace was a little disappointed, but just as he was about to leave, Falstad said again:
"But what you said is also reasonable. The Eagle's Nest Mountain is indeed very close to Darrowshire. I...I mean, little Alsace, I can send a flying wing to help you, but we can't fight on land , we can only "blow up" an escape route for your people in the sky, the front-line armaments are very tight, we can only try once."
"sure!"
The young prince turned his head suddenly, looked at Falstad in surprise, and said loudly:
"The private soldiers of the Barov family have already set off. We just need to escort my people to the banks of the Sordo River. The distance on the ground is less than 30 kilometers, and the Griffin Riders can go back and forth in 20 minutes at most. trip."
Alsace is like a person walking in despair. After seeing a glimmer of hope, he was moved from the bottom of his heart. He held Falstad's hand firmly, shaking it up and down:
"Thank you, Falstad, Lordaeron will not forget everything you have done for us."
"I watched you grow up, little Alsace."
Falstad laughed and handed a pair of flying goggles to Alsace, and he said in a dwarf-specific thick voice:
"I remember when you were a kid and I taught you to ride a griffin, you were brave then, as brave as you are now, I know, you'd make your country proud, just like now... let's go, ours Time is running out."
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"The undead are coming up from the north! Captain Redpath! Knight Davy! They're coming again!"
The shouts of hunter sentries sounded under the night in Darrowshire, which represented the beginning of another fierce battle.
In Darrow County at this time, the town square that used to be filled with shops was already in a mess, with the bodies of the undead who were burned or hacked to death everywhere, and all the men who could still fight took up arms. Under the leadership of Officer Joseph Redpath and Silver Hand Paladin David, they fought against the undead attacking from all directions in the square, while women and children hid in the town, crying for their husbands. Pray with son and father.
The undead rushed forward tirelessly from the large cemetery near Darrowshire, mixed with ugly ghouls, disgusting monsters that could scare children into tears.
"Timmy, are you scared?"
Joseph Redpath, a veteran who participated in the Second World War. At this time, he held a long sword and wooden shield, and looked at the undead rushing towards them. This powerful veteran turned his head and looked at the little boy behind him. He was about 11 years old. Or 12 years old, wearing a battered leather cap and holding a black musket in his hand, he was obviously scared, but standing beside the brave Captain Redpath, little Timmy gritted his teeth and swallowed Drooling, shouting loudly:
"I'm not afraid!"
"Ha ha ha ha"
Captain Redpath's laughter sounded at this moment. He struck the shield with his long sword and shouted to the men around him:
"Did you hear that? Soldiers, little Timmy said he is not afraid of the undead, are you?"
"I just want to burn 'em, Captain."
An old blacksmith with a pipe in his mouth waved the torch in his hand and shouted: "Until I die, no one can set foot in Darrowshire!"
"Follow me!"
Captain Redpath swung his long sword, and the moment the staggering undead stepped into the square, the men roared like beasts, using long swords, pitchforks, or simply wooden sticks, swarmed up and knocked down the undead on the ground.
Trembling, little Timmy picked up his father's musket and shot one ghoul's head off, but it also attracted the attention of another ghoul. This disgusting monster roared and rushed towards little Timmy. The child kept backing away because of fear, and finally staggered and fell to the ground.
"ah!"
The frightened child swung the barrel of the gun, trying to knock down the undead in front of him, but his strength was too weak. Seeing that little Timmy was about to be caught by the ghoul, Redpath yelled and rushed over, but was caught by two Walking corpses blocked the way.
"Help me! Help me! No!"
Little Timmy's hasty cry broke everyone's hearts, but the current situation is too bad, no one can spare his energy to save him, and at the moment when the desperate hell fell, there was a loud noise, suddenly in Darrowshire There was a sound from the front of the battlefield. It was the sound of an alchemy bomb exploding.
"boom"
A figure entwined with golden light stood in front of little Timmy during the explosion. Under the boy's sluggish gaze, the tall figure with short blond hair swung the hammer and smashed the ghoul's head easily. A slightly hoarse voice resounded throughout the square.
"My people, fear no more!"
Alsace roared, and in the beating of the holy light, the scorching light curtain protected the fighting people and drove back the undead. While the light was shining, everyone saw that familiar figure.
"Alsace is here, here I am!"