Chapter 258 Prince of Sunderland

"Your Highness, it has always been my wish to die in battle. Please let me be the vanguard!" The female paladin Malan half-knelt on the ground to plead for battle.

"Okay, you take all the cavalry and go first. I have arranged the supplies along the way. I only have one request, take Sebochel! Wait for the arrival of the army!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" The female knight had long black hair. She cut her hair directly in front of the battle to show her determination to die if she won, and then led three thousand horseback infantry to gallop towards the west.

Vanessa looked at Old Fording, meaning that she had finished pretending, and the rest should be left to you.

Old Fording nodded. He could do this kind of pre-battle mobilization, but considering Vanessa's contribution, he still gave up this opportunity. If he didn't want to seek to usurp the throne, his current prestige was enough.

Departing an army is a very tedious task. There are rules about who explores the road, who stays behind, who goes to find water, where to camp, whose camp is in front, and whose camp is in the back. You can't mess around.

The army entered the Silver Pine Forest on the first day and joined the first legion heading north. Vanessa also handed over the command of the legion to Old Fording.

All the supplies stored in Shadowfang Castle were taken out, and the soldiers rested for one night before rushing to Serbocher the next day.

When they arrived, the female knight Marlan had already captured the town.

The battle was extremely easy. Vanessa had ordered the ogres to attack with the kobolds before, and then the werewolves came to kill them again.

The Forsaken have plenty of physical strength, but if their bodies are damaged, their combat effectiveness will be greatly affected.

There were only two necromancers in Sebocher, and they were unable to repair the many injured people. By the time the female paladin Marlan arrived with 3,000 vanguards, the town's garrison company consisted of 150 people. All gone.

Twenty to one, one side was an elite force, and the other side was all wounded soldiers. With an overwhelming force, Malan easily wiped out all the Forgotten ones and won the first victory in this war.

The army then arrived and rested for the second night. After confirming that Sylvanas was still attacking Stratholme, they officially headed north to attack the capital of Lordaeron.

"Lord, take your troops north, and I'll give them a gift." Vanessa changed out of her cool judgment armor. In order to attract as many enemies as possible from the city, she was going to create something trouble.

"careful!"

"good."

Vanessa broke away from the large army and had to become a mount again, carrying Jaina to fly to the royal capital.

There is no way, there are teleportation detection devices and magic near these main cities, there are them in Stormwind City, and they are also available here.

The continuous rain in Tirisfal Glades made Vanessa's feathers wet again. In order to avoid the bat-mounted patrols near the Undercity, they flew close to the ground, stopped and walked, and finally came to a place where they were prepared. Calculated battlefield.

"A little further to the left."

"No, you flew too far."

"A little further to the right."

Jaina used a very clever method to detect nearby magical energy. She avoided many alarms set by the Undercity and finally found a primitive magic node.

Vanessa first turned into a cheetah and shook off all the rainwater on her body. Gianna thought the way she shook the waterdrops was very funny, but she also knew that time was tight now, so she put on a pretty face and tried not to laugh.

"What's wrong? Such a strange expression?" Vanessa was a little confused.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Gianna looked forward, not saying that she just remembered the little animals she raised when she was a child.

"It's weird." Vanessa muttered in a low voice and looked around. Their current location was exactly in the direction of the main entrance of the Royal Capital of Lordaeron, and below the ruins of the Royal Capital was the Undercity of the Forgotten.

Fighting in an environment similar to that of a sewer, the formations that the human army is best at cannot be used at all. There is a strong undead plague flowing in the underground pipes of the Undercity. The Forgotten don't care, but humans can't stop it.

Vanessa's method is to draw the enemy out as much as possible, then bomb the ground, crush the tanks, charge the cavalry, and finally press the infantry.

At this point, there are no sophisticated strategies anymore, all that matters is hard power.

Vanessa was determined and used a big killer weapon.

She took out the Imprisoned Skull of the Wind Chaser, put the two crystals together, and then used her own flames to dissolve the seal on the crystal.

"Let's run!" Seeing that the seal was about to be broken, she threw the imprisoned skull of the Wind Chaser into the ruins of the royal capital like a shot put.

Without thinking, he grabbed Jaina's hand and the two of them hid in the grass nearby in an inconspicuous manner.

The Wind Chaser's Imprisoned Skull imprisoned the wind element Prince Sunderland. Because this guy's consciousness was divided into two halves and stored in two crystals, he was always confused and his mind was very unclear. But just now, he suddenly found that his consciousness returned to normal, and the external seal was rapidly dissolving. He exerted force internally without thinking, and then all the energy burst out from within the crystal. Rushed out.

Huge wind roared, white mist-like gas shot straight into the sky, and even the dark clouds in the sky were blown away.

Many magic alarms set up on the ruins of the royal capital of Lordaeron kept ringing, and the guards in the underground city were also alerted. A group of Forgotten people put down their work and looked nervously above their heads.

Prince Sunderland had no idea that there was a city under his feet and such a group of strange life forms. He was so eager to be free. He gathered his mind and the white mist regrouped into his body.

Although the surrounding environment feels a bit strange, as long as it is not the Fire King's place, the wind has the property of being all-pervasive. As long as he is given a little time, he can break through the space and find his way back.

Unlike the Fire Demon King who just projected into the material world, his current body is his true body. So many years of imprisonment, coupled with the fact that he is far away from the sky wall of the wind element's base camp, have caused his strength to shrink severely.

The projection of the Fire Demon King in the Molten Core is ten meters high, and the body of the Prince of Wind Elemental is no more than twenty meters high.

A huge cyclone formed his body, and the wind element that was almost condensed into substance turned into armor. The Prince of Sunderland even pulled out an artifact long sword called Thunderfury from the crystal that imprisoned him.

A large sword that is thirty meters long...

"Free! Haha, I'm free! Thank you for letting me go. In return, I want to... eh?? Weird..." His body was a bit tall, and he lowered his head to look around. , I looked around, but I didn't see where my savior was. I didn't know who to turn to if I wanted to repay my kindness.

Where are people? Who released himself?