Stopped her crumbling body. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Hee-hee...... It's really sleepy......"

Winlessa muttered as she leaned against Sister Sylvanas, closing her eyes in a daze, and after a while, she fell asleep.

"This silly girl ......"

Sylvanas shook her head, then snorted at Aurelia.

"I'll take little Wenlesa back first, there's nothing to see here, let her rest first. ”

Sylvanas said to Aurelia.

"Well, let her sleep first. ”

Of course, Aurelia felt sorry for her little sister, and she nodded, watching Sylvanas help Winlessa to leave.

Sylvanas walked cautiously to the tent of the three Windranger sisters with her arms around Wenlesa, and was about to get inside, but heard the murmuring of Winlessa in her arms.

"Hmm...... Alsace ......"

Wen Lesa said in a daze.

"Phew, what is Arthas, it's your dearest sister Sylvanas who is carrying you now!"

Sylvanas muttered discontentedly, then went into the tent and threw Winlessa onto the sheets on the floor.

Undressing her little sister and tucking the quilt, Sylvanas sat down beside Winlesa and pinched her lovely face, smiling at first, and then sighing.

This stupid little girl is dreaming of calling the name of the human prince...... It seems that it can't be delayed any longer to talk to that guy about Wenlesa!

- Sylvanas said to herself in her heart.

Arthas didn't know that he was being targeted by Sylvanas, and with the help of everyone, he stepped into the front of the camp, where the battle had just ended.

Despite the exhausting experience of a battle, the royal guards of Lordaeron quickly threw themselves into clearing the battlefield.

Although there are few of them, the Royal Guards of Lordaeron and other coalition forces will have their companions killed in some way.

The bodies of these humans and dwarves were singled out, and they were to be cremated in the center of the camp, while their ashes were taken back to their homeland by their comrades.

The corpses of the trolls were also gathered together, and they were also incinerated. However, it had nothing to do with his hometown, it was only because Arthas was worried that the troll witch doctors would cast some vicious curse on the corpses of the troll warriors, so he ordered all the corpses of the trolls to be burned.

The wounded of humans and dwarves are gathered, and the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand are treating their fellow citizens.

"Paladin...... The contribution in the war was really great. ”

Muradin's Copperbeard couldn't help but sigh.

"Don't you dwarves?"

Prince Danas asked.

"No...... We have some priests, but they're not paladins. ”

Muradin Copperbeard replied.

It is true that some of the dwarves believe in the Light as much as the humans, so there are a small number of priests among the dwarves, but the number is too small.

"Dwarves are naturally excellent warriors, and as long as they can be at peace with the Holy Light, it is not difficult to become a paladin...... When the war here is over, Muradin, you tell King Magni to send a group of dwarves to the Valley of Alterac and let them join the Knights of the Silver Hand. ”

Arthas listened to the conversation between Muradin Copperbeard and Prince Danas as he spoke.

"Well, that's a good idea......

Muradin's Brass touched his beard and said in affirmation.

Of course, this was not Arthas's idea, and in the original time stream, there were dwarven paladins in the Knights of the Silver Hand, but there were not many of them.

But as Arthas said, it is easy for a dwarf who can be close to the Light to become a paladin, unlike a human priest, who wants to become a paladin must first make sure that his body is not too weak.

"Well, you can always come to me in the Alterac Valley. ”

Uther listened to Arthas's words, thought very seriously, and then nodded in promise.

It was an important move for the Church to be able to pass on the teachings of the Light to the dwarves.

"His Royal Highness Prince Alsace, the casualties this time ...... A total of 133 people were killed and 35 were slightly injured. ”

Paul was listening to a report from a royal guard of Lordaeron about the situation of the battle, and when he saw Arthas and the others approaching, he hurriedly leaned over and said.

"The casualties are so great...... Let's cremate the bodies of those sacrificed brothers, take their ashes, and put them on the highest altar when we conquer the last city of the trolls, which can be regarded as a consolation to them. ”

Arthas's face darkened, and then he commanded.

In the battle of tens of thousands of men against several thousand, this casualty figure was naturally small, but compared to the daytime, it was undoubtedly a heavy loss.

"I guess after this time, the trolls shouldn't be sending people to attack at night again, and we should be able to sleep peacefully tomorrow. ”

Varian Ureon walked over to Arthas with a spear in his hand.

He had borrowed the spear from one of the guards, but he had not yet found its owner.

"That being said, but don't take it lightly. Of course it should be safe tonight, everyone go back to sleep, tomorrow morning...... It's okay to get up a little later, let's leave later, don't let the soldiers get too tired. ”

Arthas wanted to pat Varian Wryon on the shoulder, but when he realized that the creature was washed with troll blood, he gave up the idea of letting his palms get the clots of blood that had become hazel.

"Sleep, sleep, I guess the leader of the trolls is going to be scolding by now...... If I were him, I really don't know how this battle will be fought in the future. ”

Muradin Copperbeard said loudly as he shook his head and walked towards the dwarven camp.

yes, how can the trolls turn the tables around?

--Arthas looked up at the fading ball of light that Frost Sorrow had thrown into the sky, and thought to himself.

On the largest altar in the city of Zuaman, Zujin frowned tightly and sat on his throne, watching the large group of war lords in front of him arguing.

When the news of Draka's defeat came, Zujin was not too surprised, even if he had a supreme superiority over his own race, he did not think that three thousand trolls could defeat tens of thousands of human troops with the help of dragons.

However, it is clear that the death of Draka caused great panic among the war lords under Zujin's rule, and many of them became hesitant about the side that won the war.

"We should kill them, find those humans, and let them know who is the master of this forest!"

A warlord shouted.

"That's right!"

"That's it!"

"Trolls are masters of the world!"

……

Most of the Warlords supported this view, and they shouted loudly and correspondingly.

"And then, in the breath of the dragon, I think we should give up the outer territories, concentrate our forces, and fight the humans. ”

A Warlord has a different opinion.

"Won't the dragon's flames scorch us if we gather together?

Objections were raised at the first time.

"Zuaman is our last stronghold, with a thousand-year-old shrine where the power of the gods has been strengthened to the greatest extent that we cannot be defeated by humans here. ”

The Warlord replied confidently.

"Also to ......"

"In any case, Zuaman is safe ......"

……

The troll war lords who originally advocated actively seeking a decisive battle hesitated, even if they were trolls, they didn't want to die in vain.

"Besides, we can go to Zandalar for help, they will not watch us be defeated by the humans, the sages of Zandalar have more power than we can imagine, and any enemy will only be reduced to ashes before them. ”

The warlord who had proposed the "shrink" plan said again.

"Zandalar ......"

"They ......"

……

The name Jean