Of course, Mograini would have preferred to be on the front line and harvest the lives of those green-skinned monsters with his own hands. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info But firstly, he has his own duty and cannot easily leave the side of the Prince of Arthas, and secondly, Mograine is a soldier of Lordaeron after all, and he is not familiar with the combat methods of these Riptide Fortress militias, and rashly joining their phalanx will only make this paladin unable to perform.

Frost stood behind Arthas in a sad and bored manner, muttering, "Master, why are you so troublesome, how good would it be to let Frost take action and kill all those orcs?"

Arthas had just healed an archer whose middle finger had been cut with a deep finger bone, and told him not to continue drawing his bow and firing arrows. But although the archer expressed his sincere gratitude to the neighboring prince for helping him heal the wound that might have caused him to lose a finger, he continued to return to the battlement without hesitation, gritting his teeth and continuing to fire arrows under the wall.

Wen Leisa, who was maintaining the queue on the side, was a little distressed, wiped the beads of sweat from Arthas's head before Frost Grieved, and complained: "These people are really, they hurt their hands again after a while, and they want you to treat them...... They're getting better so fast, but you're tired like this!"

Arthas smiled at Weenlesa and said, "It's okay, I can still hold on." "After all, Arthas is not a true paladin now, and although he believes in the existence of the Light, his belief in the Light can only occupy a small part of his consciousness.

Compared to traditional paladins like Mograine and Uther, who unleash holy magic by asking for power from the Light, Arthas is more like the strange High Elf paladins he found in Northrend, using the Light as a pure energy like arcane, shadow, etc.

Therefore, according to common sense, Arthas should have an easier time and less effort than Mograine when it comes to unleashing holy arts. However, seeing that Mograini was not far from him, calmly releasing one holy light technique after another, but there was no trace of tiredness on his face, Arthas had to sigh that Mograine was indeed very talented, and he was simply a natural paladin candidate.

After thanking Winlesa, Arthas noticed that Frost Sorrow behind him was starting to lose his temper again. Arthas didn't look back, but grabbed Frostmourn's small hand on his shoulder and stroked it slowly. What Frost Sorrow said, Arthas also considered whether Frost Sorrow should be allowed to take action to resolve this crisis.

After all, although he didn't know what the situation was in the city gate, Arthas knew that it was definitely not a harmonious ideal town, but a piece of flesh and blood. But Arthas had his own considerations, and in addition to not wanting himself and Frostmourn to enter the Burning Legion's field of vision, Arthas also felt that he had no position to deprive the warriors of Riptide Castle of the opportunity to fight.

Despite the cruel cost of their lives, Arthas was convinced that if the warriors of Fort Riptide were given a choice, they would rather die on the battlefield than live under the protection of a powerful force. Humans are such creatures who yearn for peace and stability, but they do not accept false peace.

Arthas can withstand this orc invasion and stop the ravages of the Scourge Legion, but what about the Burning Legion...... Sooner or later, an invader too powerful to resist Frost Sorrow will appear in Azeroth, and despite some cruelty and selfishness, Arthas hopes that humanity will grow before then, even if it comes at the cost of blood.

At this moment, there was a commotion on the wall in the distance, and Arthas looked nervously, thinking that an orc warrior had climbed the wall. After seeing that Danas and the others had come to the city wall through the gondola, Arthas's mood did not relax in the slightest, but was hoisted up.

Danas, who had been able to command the battle just now, was now a little powerless to support his body. Blood continued to gush out of the wound caused by the orc battle axe, and several militiamen who were holding Danas were panicked, but under the guidance of the archers who surrounded them, they supported their prince and marshal and ran in the direction of Arthas and Mograine.

Arthas hurriedly caught up with it, and released two holy light spells in succession at Danas's wound, which stopped the trend of blood overflowing. As the wound healed into a terrible scar, Danas gradually regained his strength, and except for the paleness of his face, he could not be seen as a man who had just been pulled back from the brink of death.

Haha laughed twice, Danas left the support of his subordinates, moved his shoulders, and said to Arthas with some envy and some respect: "Prince Arthas, you are a priest?" Perhaps because the people of the Arathi Heights are martial and aggressive by nature, although this place can provide high-quality soldiers for Riptide Castle, there is an extreme lack of professions such as priests and mages.

Arthas shook his head - there was no time to explain the difference between a priest and a paladin to the prince marshal of Rapids, Arthas asked a little nervously, "Prince Danas, what's going on below?" Danas looked serious and motioned for Arthas to go with him to the city wall to take a look.

Arthas had been too busy treating the archers to pay attention to what was going on beneath the walls. At Danas's invitation, Arthas was able to break free from the endless healing and take a look at the situation on the outskirts of the fortress. Poking his head out from behind the battlements, Arthas looked out of the fortress.

Under the walls of the Dammod Fortress, thousands of orc warriors in plate armor have gathered. They roared at the city with their weapons held high, or they shielded their heads with their weapons and arms to avoid being hit by arrows from the walls. Although Ricks' archers struggled to shoot the arrows from their quivers down the city, most of the arrows bounced off the orc's armor and landed on the ground, with the exception of a few shots with high accuracy.

Because the gates were too narrow, the orcs could not pour into the fortress of Dammod in one go. At the city gates, there have even been cases of cannibalism in order to grab positions. Arthas retracted his head and asked, "Prince Danas, are you going to consume it with these orcs like this?"

Arthas didn't know the battle damage ratio of the human warriors and the orc vanguard in the cave of the city gate, but he knew that if after a while, there was not enough leisure to clean up the corpses of those dead orc and human warriors, the humans would have to retreat backwards and reline in order to keep the phalanx intact. When the time comes, without the obstruction of the city gates, what else can resist the long drive of these thousands of orcs?