"Your Excellency Foding must remember the assassination four days ago. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"It's not a matter of power, Your Excellency!" Fordin thought Benny was reminding him of the demon with one blow.

"The devil's problem is not so simple. Benny signaled that he didn't mean that. "The demons I killed are the projections of the Dreadlords, they are the conspirators of the demons, synonymous with cunning, and if we are not sure, they will not attack us!So I must make sure that they have no conspiracy, and here, I know them best!" "Benny's biggest concern is whether these Dreadlords have found some way to summon the Burning Legion, which is not for him to be careless, who knows which direction the history will go in that has changed beyond recognition!" You've seen my power before, and it's not just the Draenei and Naru that have come out of a trip to the Outlands. ”

"Take the First Knights, their training is complete, and the rest, need to be honed in the war. Gavinrad knew they couldn't dissuade Benny. "Do you need to inform Quel'Thallas and the Draenei, they are our allies after all. ”

"The First Knights and Isa are coming with me, and Quel'Thalas and the Draenei don't notice them for now, they have more important things to do. "His plan is the most important thing, as long as he makes sure that the three Dreadlords who can only play with intrigue have not found some way to summon the Burning Legion, and it is not as difficult to solve them as imagined, after all, they are only three projections now.

"Do you have to go in person?" said Foding wanted to persuade again.

"When I find a good weapon for you, these things may be left to you later. Fording was stunned, not understanding what Benny meant.

"You'll find out later. Benny smiled mysteriously. "Gather the army and set off in the shortest possible time!"

"Understood. ”

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Stantolme Military District, Residence of the First Knights.

The paladins are maintaining their mounts, in fact, feeding them and walking with them.

Liadeline took out a handful of selected horse food from the space bag and fed it to her mount's mouth, the warm tongue touched the palm, Liadelin smiled and patted the little guy's head, this foal that is still in the growth period was won by herself from the few horses in itself, it is said that the ancestors of these Quirdore war horses are unicorns with magical powers, but for some reason their magic is gone, but the powerful physique is retained---- it should be said, stronger than their ancestors.

"Is it the space bag that Lotherma sent last time?" Walter led his tall mount to the side, and glanced enviously at the space bag that Liadline used to feed the horses, this thing, he only had a quota, and the space was half smaller than Liadrin's hand, and it was not a bargain at first glance.

"Stay away from that big guy. Liadline grabbed the foal who wanted to retreat. "Sarah doesn't like stallions near her!"

"Hey, Miri is a mother. Walter patted the tall mount, which was a few heads taller than himself, and looked satisfied, for nothing was more important to the knight.

"I mean you. Liadline pursed her lips and grabbed a piece of fruit and brought it to the salad. "I know all day that I charge and charge, and I don't care about my mount at all. "Liadline has always complained about their training, which is nothing short of abusing these 'cute' horses.

"I said, why do you have to give your mount a name for food?" Walter didn't want to discuss training with her, some methods of training war horses were indeed a bit cruel, but in order to cultivate the obedience and collectivity of war horses, there was no way to be cruel.

"Salad means peace in the Elven language. ”

"Oh. Walter had a headache when he heard the elven babble, and he didn't know anything about the sun or anything else that the elves used to say. "How many gold coins did you buy that space bag?"

"I don't know if it was sent by Lotherma, but it shouldn't be more than 300 gold coins. ”

"Tut~" Walter shook his head and sighed. "Can't afford it~"

"Now it is estimated that money can't buy it, except for the mages who maintain the enchantments and magic posts in various places, most of the mages have been recruited by His Royal Highness the Prince. "It's a complete war scene, and the whole country is in the service of the war machine.

"After all, the war is not over, it will be fine. "Walter suddenly had a subtle sense of superiority, which came from the respective leaders, Lordaeron experienced the destruction of the country and the great exodus of the people, and the standard of living still recovered quite quickly, and the 'cash for work' proposed by the logistics department had a fairly obvious effect. The operation of the war machine of 'Dawn Light' has not slowed down, but the number of troops has dropped to an unprecedented level, but that is only due to the 'leaning' policy proposed by Lord Smith, and the overall combat effectiveness of the army has not decreased. Quel'Salas, on the other hand, has plunged the entire country into the swamp of war. People are busy rebuilding cities and resuming production, but they don't get much relief from the state.

"I hope so. Liadline sighed and touched the horn on the foal's head.

"Woo~~~" The sudden sound of the alarm made Liadrin's hand stiffen.

"It's a level 1 combat readiness!" Walter rolled over and got on his horse. "Get back to your post!" Walter and the other paladins on the horse trail gathered together and hurried towards the barracks.

Liadline handed the reins to the horse breeder, her brow furrowed.

"Is war coming again?"

When Liadline returned to her camp, the army had already been assembled outside the tent, and she quickly joined the group. It was a staging ground for officers of the rank of lieutenant and above, and soldiers assembled in a larger playground to prepare battle supplies.

"The front line has found signs of a demonic invasion, and Lord Smith needs 3,000 men to get to the Sudrel River line. ”

"Report!" a burly paladin raised his large hand, seeing that the rank was a lieutenant.

"Say!" Ron said with a little interrupted anger on his face.

"Did Lord Smith go in person?"

"Your question has been suspected of violating the rules of secrecy, do you want to be taken away by the Ministry of Intelligence?!" Ron was furious. "Did you feed the pigs behind the tent every day with the rules you learned?!"

"No, sir!" the lieutenant stood up.

Ron glared at the lieutenant and said loudly, "The 2nd, 4th, 7th, 9th, and 10th regiments are heading for the Suzorel River, and the commanders of the regiments are quickly preparing battle supplies to join the 1st Knights. ”

"Yes!"

The officers who received the order quickly left the team to gather troops, and Ron frowned and looked at the untidy queue: "Line up!"

The queue was fighting again, and Ron let go of his brow, he was used to the neat queue.

"Sir!" a female voice sounded.

"Say it. It was Liadrin, Ron slowed down, ignoring her status as Count Quel'Salas, who was also an awe-inspiring paladin.

"Why don't you let the legion of the Paladins with Quildore join the battle?

"Other legions have missions too!" Ron's eyes twinkled, he wasn't very good at lying.

"Garrison Stratholme, right?" said Liadrin, with some anger on her face. "I protest! This is a violation of the Supreme Ordinance of the 'Dawn of Light'!" (To be continued.) )