"Father, do I have to go to the Wild West?" Anduin didn't want to go there, he wanted to follow his father to Kalimdor to see the worlds he had never seen before, and the magical races. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Your teacher is there. Varian put down the papers in his hand and looked at his son, this was the fourth time he had told him about it today. "We've talked about it, Anduin, and we've made a decision. ”

"But my teacher is in Kalimdor!" Anduin lowered his head, hiding his stubbornness, but Varian could hear it in his voice.

"His Excellency the Prophet is also a good teacher, you will know. Varian picked up the papers in his hand again, signaling that they could end the brief conversation

"Can I take the army to the Wild West?" Anduin didn't want to end the conversation like that, his father was about to leave.

"Army?" Varian looked up in surprise. "Why do you think that?" Anduin was not interested in anything 'violent', he had taught Anduin something about marching and fighting, and Anduin even showed disgust.

"If I can't go to Kalimdor, I want to be able to do something meaningful in the Wild West. Anduin struggled to control his heartbeat and looked at his father bravely.

"Are you sure?" Varian looked earnestly into his son's eyes. "I mean, are you sure you're ready?"

"I'm ready, father. ”

"Good. Varian laughed. "But I won't give you the army, Anduin. ”

"Why?" Anduin had just summoned some of the emotions that had just deflated like a deflated ball.

"There's an army in the Wild West, Anduin. Varian stood up and walked over to his son. "It was an army of the people, an army formed because of my 'mistakes'. ”

"'People's Army of the Western Wilderness?'" Anduin's personality allows him to always get along well with the attendants, so he can get a lot of 'gossip', except for the anecdotes of the nobles, most of these 'gossip' are from the Western Wilderness.

"KPA -----," Varian sighed. "This is the result of my mistake, Anduin, and I will not run away from my mistake, but the Wild West belongs to Stormwind, and the people there belong to Stormwind, do you understand?"

"But-----" Anduin understood what his father meant. "May I?"

Varian patted his son on the shoulder.

"In my eyes, you can. ”

"I'm -----," Anduin pursed his lips. "I think I can try, father. But I can't guarantee anything. ”

"I believe in you. Varian smiled, his eyes full of encouragement. "There will be a lot of people who will help you. ”

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Lordaeron, Stratholme, Military District Knights Horse Farm.

"Smack!" the whip whipped his calf, and Brut gasped and clamped his leg tightly.

"Bald~" The 'unicorn' who sat down snorted, as if he was laughing at the fool on his back, he had already been whipped several times today.

"Your horse is laughing at you. The riding instructor suddenly pulled an apple out of his bag and stuffed it into the Quel'Salas horse. "Good job. The instructor patted the horse's neck, the foal that had just been brought in from Quel'Salas.

Damn, this horse is oversmart. Brut muttered in his heart, but he didn't dare to show anything, otherwise he would be whipped again.

"You should be glad you have such a clever horse!" the instructor walked back and forth in front of the line of horses, and the whip in his hand danced back and forth as if it was about to be drawn out at any time. "What is your goal?"

"Paladin!" yelled the teenagers on horseback.

"But first. The instructor's whip landed on a shaky leg, ignoring the teenager's hissing gasps, and the instructor continued. "You want to be knights!" Dawn Light doesn't need an infantry that only glows on the ground!"

"Report!" Brut shouted.

"Say!"

"Are we going to join the First Knights?" Brut was just trying to distract himself from the question, his ass and legs were already starting to tingle like pinpricks.

"Just like you, the logistics department won't want it!" the instructor glanced at Brut with disdain. "You won't even take care of your own horses!"

"But we are knights, not horses. Brut muttered.

"What did you say?!" the instructor raised his whip, trying to slap it in Brute's face, but remembered Gavinrad, and he whipped it on the ground in hatred, kicking up a cloud of dust. "What do you think you are?nobleman?Take two squires when you fight?And bring two more to help you raise horses?!"

"Boy, if it weren't for the rules, I would have made you remember this lesson for the rest of your life!" the instructor glared at Brut fiercely, and the boy shrunk his neck.

"Remember, the war horse is your life, on the battlefield, in addition to the comrades beside you, they are your most trusted partners!" The instructor looked at the teenagers, suddenly put two fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly, a tall white war horse with a single horn on its forehead strolled from the corner not far away, it walked next to the instructor, measured its head and rubbed the instructor's outstretched palm. "This is Blue, a name like one of you idiots, but it's much smarter. ”

Bruce raised his head, as if in agreement with the remark.

"Instructor, I've never seen such a smart horse!" a crisp voice sounded like a little girl.

"This is the Quel'Salas Warhorse. The instructor looked at the little girl who spoke, it was Sally, the only girl in this session, and she was doing very well, better than many boys. "They were bred by the High Elves, and Dawnlight's unwavering alliance with Quel'Thalas has given us the privilege of fighting alongside these noble horses. ”

"Are they any different from normal horses? except that they are smart. Sally's family used to have a lot of horses, and his father was the largest livestock merchant in the Stratholme district.

"They have a more monolithic diet, eating only fresh fruits and young grasses, but they are also very bitter if necessary. The instructor looked around. "But we never do that, because the horses are the guarantee of everything you have on the battlefield! their stamina and speed are the best weapons you can use to kill the enemy, which is why you must learn how to take care of them. I don't want anyone to have a horse's stomach when you go into battle! Your officer will definitely send you to the Judge Advocate General!"

"Get down!" the instructor waved his whip, and the teenagers jumped off their horses with a neighing gasp, rubbing their legs in place.

"Stand still, don't stop!" the instructor snapped his whip out of the control, and then pulled out some strange small bags with the Naru sigil from the space bag, about ten palms wide and square.

"It's the space package. The instructor said, pointing to the bags piled on the ground. "They are able to store food and keep it fresh all the time, and a space bag can carry food for a week's worth of food for the horses. ”

"Is it for us?" Sally's eyes widened, she had envied the instructor's space bag for a long time, she had begged her father to buy one for her, but there was no place to sell them.

"Of course not. The instructor patted Blue on the neck. "This is for your war horses, and your space pack will only be temporarily received during the battle, and you will have to hand it over after the battle. ”

"Come here, one by one. The teenagers limped and picked up the bags one by one.

"You have to find food for the horses, there are many fruit trees and specially planted pastures around the horse farm, if you let me know which of you is hungry for these little ones. The instructor glanced around. "Just get back to farming!

"Understood!"

"Good, now ------"

"Buzz~Buzz~" There was a sudden vibration from his waist, and the instructor's face suddenly changed, and he looked at the blue crystal flashing on his waist.

"Sirte~" The instructor looked at the assistant teacher not far away. "Take them back to the horse farm and teach them how to take care of the horses. ”

"Yes!" the assistant teacher knocked on his chest, and the instructor turned over and walked away.

"Assistant Teacher Sirte, what is the instructor doing?" Brut looked at the instructor's back curiously.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't!"

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Gavinrad stood in front of a battle map with Khadgar, Fortin, and Sylvanas, surrounded by officers.

"Are you all there?" asked Gavinrad, looking around.

"All the officers above the second lieutenant level are here. Ron said.

"Very good, now assign combat missions!"

The officers stood up.

"The order given by His Excellency the High Lord is to assemble an elite force of 3,400 combatants and 600 logistical medical personnel, as well as spellcasters. Therefore, the 'first batch of trainees' who have just completed their training will not participate in this battle, and the combatants include -----"

The officers straightened up.

"300 men of the 1st, 4th, 7th, 12th and 1st Knights of the Infantry. All the recruits of all infantry regiments were handed over to other regiments, and the regiment commander made his own arrangements!"

"Sir!" an elven knight knocked on his chest.

Gavinrad waved his hand directly and said: "I know what you want to say, but an order is an order, and if you have something to say, you will talk about it later!"

"Yes!" the elven paladin put down his hand hatefully, looking unwilling.

"Regarding the defense of the city, we will be responsible for part of the city defense, and the detailed orders should have been received by the commander, and arrangements will be made as soon as possible after returning home. ”

"Yes!" several older officers saluted.

"Give you half a day to prepare, go ahead. ”

The officers were silent and saluted, and they rushed out. (To be continued.) )