Chapter 481 14. Urgent on the Eastern Front --- Add More for the Brothers Who Donate [11/20]
Chapter 481 14. Urgent on the Eastern Front --- Add more for the brothers who donate [1120]
"I feel it, your expectation... your desire, Arthas Menethil, you are longing for power..."
"Restless blade of destruction for the sake of justice, you remind me of an old friend... You are very similar, unexpectedly similar, maybe, you can walk the same path with him..."
"Come on, when you make up your mind, come to Northrend..."
"Endless wind and blizzard will guide you the way, at the end of that icy world, you will get everything you expect..."
"Power, enough to change the world, enough to protect your country and people..."
"I'm waiting for you... Arthas."
"Now, wake up...it's not your time to rest... yet!"
The swaying voice echoed in Prince Alsace's drowsy mind, he could hear this voice, that old, mysterious voice, he could feel the power that finally dispelled the undead at the end of the fierce battle, he He can even remember, at the most vulnerable moment of him and his soldiers, the backs of those undead who should have killed the killers quietly turned and left.
It's all like a strange dream...he shouldn't have survived it.
"hum"
Alsace opened his eyes suddenly, as if some kind of power woke him up from a deep sleep. The moment he opened his eyes, the prince felt the pain, the pain coming from all over his body, he tried to lift up hands, but the jerky and painful joints seemed to be lacking in oil lubrication, so he couldn't help but let out a groan.
And the next moment, a glass of water was handed to the prince's mouth. Alsace swallowed the water with difficulty. He tried hard to turn his head, only to see a little girl with big eyes staring at him curiously.
The child should be about 11 or 2 years old. She has a pair of beautiful black eyes, neatly combed chestnut hair, and is wearing a slightly old but clean clothes. This is a very beautiful little girl. , she held the water glass in both hands, and after the prince finished drinking the water, she wiped his mouth with gauze thoughtfully.
"Ahem... child, who are you? Me, where am I?"
The prince tried his best to show a pale smile. He asked in a low voice, and the little girl responded with a sweet smile. She whispered:
"We are in Andorhal. My father said that you brought us here. He said that you are a kind and brave prince. You will definitely become a good king in the future. Oh, my name is... my name is Pamela Reid Paz, everyone is very busy, so my father asked Brother Timmy and me to take care of you, and there is a beautiful big sister in the next room, she seems to come to see you specially."
"Pamela, what a nice name."
Enduring the pain in his body, the prince said to little Pamela:
"Can you help me and call an adult? I have something to ask them."
"Okay, of course."
Pamela stood up, and before bouncing out of the room, she picked up an old doll in the corner, but it was also washed very clean, and gently placed it on the bedside of the prince. She said to Alsace:
"This is my favorite doll. When I am sick, my father always puts it by my bed so that I will get well soon. I want to give it to you, Your Highness, you saved us, father. Say, everyone in Darrowshire should thank you."
After finishing speaking, Pamela lay down beside the bed, kissed the prince on the cheek, and then ran out of the room with a smile. After a while, a familiar voice entered the house.
Jaina crossed her hips and leaned against the wall, looking at Alsace lying on the hospital bed, with a smile in her gentle eyes:
"Look, our great hero is awake...and has a new admirer, a pretty little girl, she likes you, doesn't she?"
"Oh, Anna, are you jealous of children?"
Arthas saw Jaina, his weak face flashed a trace of joy from the heart, he struggled to get up, Jaina quickly stepped forward, helped his body up, and put a pillow close to his body. At the prince's neck, she looked at Alsace and said in a reproachful tone:
"You still like being a hero, don't you? Why don't you bring more people? Why don't you... tell me?"
"This is my responsibility, Anna, my responsibility to Lordaeron, and you should not be involved."
The prince breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the sunshine outside the window, he whispered:
"I don't want to involve you either. I almost died. You know, the crisis of almost losing you like last time is enough to go through once."
"But if I'm by your side..."
Jaina sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to hold the prince's wrist tightly. She looked into his eyes and said in a deep voice:
"You won't be hurt, you won't become what you are now, you are afraid of losing me, am I not afraid of losing you? You bastard! In your heart, your people are always more important than me, right?"
"No no no no!"
Alsace hurriedly explained: "It's just as important, no, I mean, I can give everything for the people, but my heart will always be with you."
"alright!"
Jaina shook her head, and she said to the prince:
"Your love story is still so bad, forget it, don't embarrass you, let's get down to business, because of your heroic actions, the people of Darrow County have been evacuated to Andorhal, but 800 people are still missing, but it doesn't matter Blame you, no one can ask you to do better... His Majesty the Emperor has discussed with the Council of Six, and in every important city of Lordaeron, special portal maintenance mages have been stationed to help Coordinated defense."
"Frankly speaking, this is a very good idea, but it almost emptied two-thirds of the entire Dalaran reserve force at once, but fortunately, the Sun King of Quel'Thalas will migrate some elves to Dalaran, Their spellcasting ability can fill in some defensive gaps."
Jaina sighed:
"The situation is bad, Arthas. Too many things have happened during the day you slept."
"It has been three days since His Majesty Jean disappeared. The whole of Gilneas is in chaos. Werewolves are attacking and plundering that country. No one knows what those werewolves are going to do."
"The eastern defenses of the Hinterlands have also been attacked. The undead of the North, we now call them the Scourge, have broken through the city of the Vilebranch trolls, and are now attacking the Eagle's Nest Mountains, and... Arathi Highlands, there are also There are some bad signs."
A trace of helplessness flashed across Jaina's face, she leaned on the silent Alsace's chest, and she said softly:
"Alsace, I don't know what you think, but in my opinion, the northern border... the empire, the fate has brought disasters one after another, pushing us to the edge of the precipice of desperation... this time, we are very It may not be able to survive. Tell me, what should we do in the face of this situation?"
"Of course we can't stop fighting and let fate tie our hands, but Anna, maybe... maybe there is another way."
Prince Arthas raised his hand with difficulty and stroked Jaina's long hair. He lowered his voice and said:
"Just yesterday, Thrall, that smart orc told me something... Maybe it can alleviate the current crisis of the empire, at least it can save the soldiers from worrying about the future when they are fighting."
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"Blow up this mountain pass! Kurdran, blow it up!"
Falstad drove his own griffin back and forth in the sky, and the gargoyles wandering on the other side of the sky couldn't keep up with the speed of the griffin's full speed, and Lord Wildhammer commanded the griffin knight to take a bundle of Throwing powerful bombs into the battlefield below not only destroyed the fragile bodies of the undead, but also closed the way for the undead to invade from the plateau little by little.
Under the skies controlled by the Griffin Riders, the Empire of Man and the highland legions of Quel'Thalas joined forces to hold the line of defense from the Quel'Dani Hut to the Altar of Zul of the Vilebranch Troll. It happened to be the separation line between the plateau and the plain in the Hinterland Mountains. As long as they guarded this place, it would be difficult for the undead to launch a large-scale impact.
On the other side of the battlefield, at the Hidden Stone, the Seventh Legion headed by the human commander Halford Wyrmbane is using a form of mobile warfare to lead a large group of undead to the southern part of the Hinterlands. mountains.
That mountain area is very mysterious, even for the Wildhammer dwarves who have lived here for hundreds of years, it is considered a forbidden area.
Because among the lush mountains live the most powerful creatures in Azeroth... dragons! To be precise, they are green dragons, the green dragons guarding the entrance of the Hinterland Emerald Dreamland. They do not participate in the war of mortals, but as long as anyone dares to enter this valley, they will be mercilessly attacked by the green dragons.
And the Seventh Legion, this is a special legion, it does not officially exist in the military system of the empire, although it is called a legion, it is actually more of a militia volunteer army, most of them are immigrants from the Kingdom of Stormwind, Under the call of Archbishop Chaldea Morgan, the soldiers who were angry because they lost their motherland and relatives enthusiastically joined this special army.
And Halford Wyrmbane, this is a veteran who participated in the orc war, and a member of the Knights of Stormwind under the command of Duke Bolvar Fordragon. Invited to serve as the commander of the Seventh Legion. Judging from the current military order of the empire, the Seventh Legion is not considered first-rate, or even second-rate, in terms of combat effectiveness or equipment, but this cannot conceal the fact that the Seventh Legion The morale of the Legion.
The Avenger who has nothing is the most frightening...and the legend belonging to the Seventh Legion will also be written from the Battle of the Hinterlands.
"Everyone, do you understand your mission?"
Wearing a light hunting suit, Halford was carrying an epee. He looked back at the huge number of undead attracted by him, and shouted to the commanders in front of him:
"I don't need you to kill many undead, understand? Let these undead provoke those dragons. This is our battle plan. The companions of the Stormwind Kingdom who died for their country are watching us from the sky. Brothers, don't let them down ! And, survive!"
"Set off!"
Halford gave an order, and under the leadership of the commanders, the army formation of the Seventh Legion, which was constantly moving forward, quickly dispersed and retreated from three directions into the raging river behind the hidden stone. In the movie, the mage accompanying the Seventh Legion desperately built three ice roads on the river, which was inspired by the strategy of the Dark Blade Knights to attack the Arathi Highlands.
The undead were fearless. Seeing the humans stepping on the ice bridge and rushing into the quiet valley opposite, these undead also roared and rushed over. Scattered, and in this valley called Seradan, the green dragons guarding the gate of the Emerald Dream soon felt the aura of undead that made them extremely disgusted.
Green dragons are dragons of dreams. Although they are not as respectful of life as red dragons, green dragons have the strongest feelings for nature among all giant dragons. Green dragons are also the dragons that have the best relationship with druids. They treat the undead like this Beings that violate the laws of nature are quite sensitive and disgusting.
Just as the undead scattered and continuously stepped into the core forest of Seradan, a dragon chant resounded from the forest, and those huge dragons covered with green scales flapped their wings and charged into the sky, throwing extremely The corrosive poison breath sprayed on the undead colony on the ground, and in just a few minutes, most of the undead that invaded Seradan were wiped out.
In the absence of high-level combat power, these weak walking corpses are completely unable to cause damage to the dragon flying in the air.
And some young green dragons fought vigorously, and crossed the border of Seradan all the way. Over the Hidden Stone, they used their breaths to destroy the army of undead. The soldiers quickly steered their horses and turned back to the main battlefield. Of course, some warriors unfortunately died under the breath of the dragon.
How should I put it, for green dragons, human life doesn't need to be considered much compared to the Emerald Dream they guard.
"Aww"
Seeing the green dragons enter the battlefield, the Scourge side quickly deployed their air combat weapons. Those frost bone dragons made of bones, in the eyes of the Lich King, the giant dragons of Azeroth are not worth fearing at all. The troublesome green dragons are all gone, but it can get more supplements to the frost dragon group.
A green dragon flapped its wings across the battlefield, and at the moment it felt relaxed from slaughtering the undead, a huge monster suddenly sprang up from under the soft ground of the Hinterlands. The green dragon only had time to spit out a mouthful of venom before its wings were torn apart by the crypt lord's huge forelimbs.
The young dragon howled and fell to the ground, and was soon surrounded by swarms of undead, while the huge crypt lord Anub'arak raised his bug-like head, and looked at the giant dragon hovering in the sky with cold eyes. A trace of disdain flashed in its blue eyes.
Maybe other creatures will fear the dragon, but it won't!
When it was still alive, in the hunting grounds of Dragonbone Wilderness, these large winged lizards were just food for it and its generals.