"Dasohan, if we continue at this rate, we will be able to completely clean up Andohar in two months at most!"

Uther stood in Lake Daron Mill, which had been dispelled by the mages, and the two of them stood in a dinghy, using engineering binoculars to watch the shocking "performance" going on in the sky of Andorhar. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Hammer Dwarves, who had always befriended the Knights of the Silver Hand, dispatched their proud brigade of griffons, hundreds of griffons with their wings outstretched, whistling over the skies of Andorhar, and the elite Dwarven Sky Knights, when they approached the undead, threw their pockets from the air to the ground.

The pocket contains a large disposable water bladder that has been compressed by the mages with magic power, these water bladders made of common large sea bass fish skin are extremely malleable, each water bladder can hold 5 gallons of liquid, these water bladders are filled with holy water, and are compressed to the size of a finger by the mages, but because the weight has not changed, a griffin knight can only carry a maximum of 20 pieces.

The undead of Andorhar, in the unique "bombardment" offensive of the Brute Hammer Dwarves, and the ground cleaning of all the members of the Silver Hand and some elite recruits transferred from Stratholme, have been reduced by half in the past month or so, leaving only those elite undead loyal to Araki the Summoner, still hiding in the center of the city, surviving for a long time.

Dathohan is a taciturn warrior, he is an absolutely trustworthy companion, in the face of Uther's joy, his face also showed a smile, although the first generation of paladins are basically from the people of the Stormwind Kingdom that was destroyed in the First World War, but after living in Lordaeron for more than ten years, everyone also regards this place as their homeland.

"Speaking of which, the quality of these recruits from Stratholme is really good!"

Uther personally rowed the boat to the shore, and as soon as the two great knights came ashore, an attendant handed the reins of the horse, and Uther rode on his horse, and for a rare leisurely moment, in the face of his statement, Da Sohan, who had only arrived from Stratholme three days ago, nodded again, and this time, he said a few rare words.

"Knight Dick's treatment of these recruits is very rough, completely different from the way we were trained before, like... It's like the wolves we saw when we were kids in the Elwin Forest, when the young wolves grow up, the old wolves will completely drive them out of the wolf pack and let these young wolves form a new wolf pack, although it is cruel, but these young men grow up very quickly in battle!"

As one of the leaders of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Dasohan doesn't like to talk, but if you think he's really stupid, then you're a naïve fool, Uther certainly heard what Dasohan said, and he touched his beard,

"Well, I know Knight Dick is using this method to prove that his proposed plan is viable, but... If he really did that, the first one who wouldn't let him go was His Majesty Terenus, the paladin, an elite class of soldiers who could fight more than one enemy, must be in the hands of the real principal class in this country, which is already within the scope of royal power. ”

Dathohan shook his head, he held the reins of his horse and carried a heavy sword with Crusader inscriptions on his back, his previous hammer had been destroyed in the fierce battle of Stratholme.

Just as Uther and Dasohan were talking as they walked towards the camp of Andorhar, two warhorses pounced on them from two directions, both messengers with feathered helmets, Uther frowned, and he stretched out his hand and motioned for both messengers to come.

The Grand Knight glanced at the badges on the chests of the two knights, and first reached out to take Alessandro's letter, Uther moved his shoulders and opened the letter, only to look at it and completely stunned in place.

"What's wrong?

Da Sohan sensed that something was wrong in the face of his old friend, and he reached out and patted Uther on the shoulder, who came back to his senses, handed the letter to Da Sohan, and then grabbed the messenger and asked sharply,

"Are you sure it's Alsace?"

"Yes, Knight Uther, we can be sure!"

The messenger gritted his teeth and said, "After Lord Mograine received the request for help from Lordaeron, he immediately rushed to Lordaeron with all the knights and priests of the Holy Light Monastery, but he was ambushed by Arthas and a demon similar to a spider beetle outside the city, and the lord was seriously injured!

"Lordaeron... Except for a small number of citizens who escaped from the sewers, the other 60w citizens, all ... All slaughtered!"

"What are you talking about!!! Lordaeron ruined?"

Da Sohan grabbed the knight's shoulders with both hands, and his sturdy gauntlets squeaked, but the messenger knight was also clearly in grief and despair, wiping his reddened eyes and suffering in a fierce pain without saying a word.

It wasn't until Dasohan's hands were forcibly removed by Uther that the silent Grand Knight was still in disbelief, but in the face of the messenger knight's oath to the Holy Light, Dasohan, along with all the knights around him, were silent.

They couldn't imagine what hell Lordaeron had been like for the past three days, but one thing was for sure, Lordaeron... The order of the country has disappeared at this moment.

The joy of Andorhar's imminent reconquest was completely lost at this moment, because they were facing even worse trouble, once the entire Tirisfa region, numbering up to 100w, was transformed into undead by Arthas, who had mastered some evil spell, then...

"Messenger, go to the Chapel of the Light's Wish at once, and tell Gavinrad and the ascetics who are left behind that great trouble is coming! Let them all come!

Uther gritted his teeth and commanded the messenger in front of him, and without saying a word, the messenger with tears on his face mounted his war horse and galloped towards the eastern Dalongmir region.

"Dasohan, I need you to go to the Valley of the Hearth, find Ethanlien, now is not the time to discuss the differences of ideas, I need you to take the paladins there to the border area between Tirisfa and Dharon Mir, and give me a dead block from the upcoming undead, and I can't let them merge with the undead of Andorhar!"

"Leave it to me!"

Da Sohan answered, threw up his horsewhip, and hurried north with his attendants.

Uther stared at the position in the west, he didn't dare to imagine that if Arthas really waved his army east, would he really be able to stop the peak of troops that was definitely more than a million people by relying only on the Knights of the Silver Hand and the local legions?

Myself... Were I really wrong? Dick's ridiculous prophecy, actually... It turned out to be a reality!

Speaking of Dick, Uther also noticed another messenger, whose insignia was a fist holding a warhammer, the symbol of the "Stratholme Warband", he took a deep breath to calm his distraught self, and then took the scroll in the courier's hand.

Uther opened it and glanced at it, and the anger that had just been suppressed rushed back to him, and he looked sternly at the high-headed messenger knight, and asked loudly,

"Who gave him the power to gather private soldiers privately? I don't remember, I allowed him to gather new warriors in East Dalongmir!"

The messenger knight glanced at Uther, and although there was a little fear in his eyes, he gritted his teeth and said strongly,

"Our head of the regiment said that he had this power when you received this letter! He said..."

"What else did that bastard say?"

"The head of the regiment said... If you still have a little wisdom, you will not be stupid enough to use the Knights of the Silver Hand to fight the upcoming war, the captain said, Sidaronmir is not in danger at all, and the only chance for the Knights of the Silver Hand to win is to unite with the Hammer Dwarves of Hinterland to defend the camp of Coldwind and the Crusader fortress, and then let Dalaran and Gilneth send troops to blockade the Silverpine Forest, and control the war in the region of Tirisfa and Sidaronmir, otherwise, the entire northern frontier will fall into a dead land!"

After the messenger knight had finished the first sentence, he gushed all the things that Dick had told him, and of course after saying that, he glanced at Uther with trepidation, and the name of the great knight in front of him was known to everyone in the whole of Lordaeron.

Hearing the words of the messenger, Uther immediately built a complete defensive circle in his mind, and within a few minutes, he deduced the battle many times, and finally found that Dick's strategy is definitely one of the best strategies at the moment, the cold wind camp is located in the middle of nowhere, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the crusader fortress can receive a steady stream of support from the entire region of East Dalon Mill, if the mages of Dalaran are willing to help, then it is not a problem to lock Arthas in the area of Tirisfa and Daron Mill.

He touched his chin, and then looked carefully at the high-chested paladin recruit in front of him, and he groaned for a moment,

"Recruit, what's your name?"

"I... My name is Herrod, a Stratholme Recruit Warrior!"

The messenger knight was a little nervous, but equally proud, and Uther asked curiously,

"Recruit Warrior, what title is this?"

"Ah, this, this is a title that only the strongest person among the recruits can get!"

The messenger knight, intentionally or unintentionally, displayed the three bars woven from the golden silk thread hanging from his chest, and said proudly,

"I'm the strongest recruit in this issue! I took my "Warriors" squad and slaughtered 200 elite undead to earn this title!"

Herold bragged that although their squad was the strongest, it was impossible to kill 200 elite undead, in fact, their kill count ended up at 173, but this was already the highest among 100 squads.

"Oh, the ghost of Stratholme is worthy of the name of "Warrior"!"

Uther sighed in admiration, and then, when Herold was very proud, said with a smile,

"So, bring your team of warriors to Andorhar, you also saw that there is a fierce battle about to take place here, and I need warriors like you!"

Herold was clearly moved, it was an invitation from Uther-Lightbringer, but in the end he shook his head,

"Forget it, the general assault on Stratholme is about to begin, I have made a vow at the "Swearing-in Conference" a week ago, this time, I must win the title of "Warrior" again, at that time, I can call myself "Stratholme Warband Warrior"!"

"General attack?

Uther froze for a moment, and then saw Herold turn his horse's head, and as he waved his whip, he turned back and shouted,

"Captain Dick is determined to eradicate the traitor Rivendell entrenched in the depths of Stratholme, and the raid is officially launched at midnight today, I can't delay any longer, goodbye, Grand Knight, you... You are a kind person!"

Uther stood where he was, and when he heard Herold's "Good Guy Card", he did not get angry, but turned his gaze to the east, Rao is a great knight who has been fighting horses all his life, and he also felt a trace of frustration at this moment.

A week ago... At that time, Alsace had not yet returned... As we celebrate our victory, are you still wary of the darkness in the corners?

Dick... Dick Don, are you really the messenger sent by the Light to save this calamity?

"Uh..."

"Guards! Send distress letters to Dalaran, Gilneis, and Alterac at once, send messengers to Hearthvale to have Dasuohan come to see me at Camp Coldwind! and... Gather another 1,000 recruits from the Hand of Tyr and send them to the Stratholme Warband!"

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