He knew he should now go and gather his soldiers, clear the camp, and make room for the next battle. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In addition, in order to prevent the trolls from setting fires in the camp, Paul also needs to remove items from the camp that could cause fires.

Soon, there was a commotion in the camp, and although the royal guards of Lordaeron had tried to relax as much as possible, the night in the forest was still too quiet.

The clamor woke the rest of the camp, and soon Muradine Brass hurried to the camp in Arthas, topless and with only a coat.

The others had to be a little more patient than the anxious dwarves, or at least they knew how to get dressed before coming here.

Prince Danas, Varian Ureon, Uther and Mograine......

Even Winlessa followed her two sisters to Arthas's camp.

The High Elf Ranger seemed to be very tired, she kept yawning, and her reddened cheeks were a little misty, and her sleepy eyes were a little foggy, and she looked a little more silly.

Of course, the Red Dragon Queen was not there - the guy talked to Winlessa for a long time, so that little Winlessa didn't fall asleep for long, which is why Winlessa was trapped like this.

"Little Arthas, are those guys really here?"

Muradin's Brass asked in a loud voice.

"That's right. ”

Arthas nodded.

"When I first came here, I noticed that the royal guards of Lordaeron were demolishing their tents, are you planning to fight the trolls in the camp? ”

Prince Danas said to Arthas, reminding him at the same time.

"I know, but there aren't too many trolls, and the Lordaeron Royal Guard is enough. ”

Arthas nodded.

"My subordinates haven't been reorganized yet, so I don't know if they'll be able to catch the first wave of trolls...... But I'm ready to teach those green-skinned crumbs a good lesson in a moment!"

Varian Ureon was already dressed and armed with his weapon.

If it weren't for the brightness on Varian Wrynn's face right now, Arthas would have wondered if this guy hadn't slept all night and was waiting for this night attack.

"Frost, where are those trolls?"

Arthas smiled, then asked Frost Sorrow.

"Not far away, they stopped, not knowing what they were doing. ”

Frost Sorrow closed his eyes, and after a while, he opened his eyes and said to Arthas with certainty.

"It looks like we're ready to attack, let's all go out with me!"

Arthas thought for a moment, and said to the people in the tent.

Frostmourn never fails to detect souls, and outside the coalition camp there is indeed a group of troll warriors who have stopped at the edge of the jungle clearing cleared by the coalition forces, and under the cover of the forest, they are eyeing the coalition camp.

Dekara is a troll warlord who has been ordered by Emperor Zujin of the Amani Empire to attack the coalition camp with troll warriors loyal to him.

Draka gathered his troops and set out from his territory at noon, arriving at the coalition camp just in the middle of the night.

More than three thousand troll warriors gathered behind Dekara, and this was not just his own troops, but also the armies of several other War Lords, who had been allocated under Zukin's orders for him to command.

Dekara was grateful for His Majesty's trust, and he knew he had to succeed and not let His Majesty's decision be questioned - and certainly not any troll would dare to question it.

"Lord, is it time for us to attack?"

In the darkness, a troll warrior approached Dekarra's side and asked him for instructions.

"This group of humans simply doesn't take us trolls seriously, they are rampage through our jungle, and they dare not strengthen their guards at night...... But that's just right, in the name of Zujin, we want to make them pay the price of blood for their carelessness!"

Dekara whispered.

Looking back at his troops, there were more than three thousand troll warriors, some armed with short spears, others armed with short axes, their sharp fangs glowing with a palpitating cold glow in the moonlight.

"Attack, attack, kill all these humans, and then eat their brains!"

Dekara drew his short spear from his waist and shouted, ghostly troll whispers evident in the silence of the woods.

A flock of sleeping birds was awakened by Decala's loud shouts, and just as they hesitated to fly away, louder voices helped them make a decision.

"Whoa-la-la-la-la

Vast expanses of frightened birds rose from the trees, their wings obscuring the moonlight and the troll warriors who rushed forward to kill.

Countless sturdy troll warriors burst out of the woods, roaring and shouting to kill all the enemies and eat up their brains, and then rushed towards the silent coalition camp.

"These guys, are you afraid that others won't know they're coming?"

In the camp of the coalition forces, Prince Danas said with a frown.

Despite the two-way enemy, Prince Danas kindly pointed out the enemy's wrong way of fighting.

"I guess these guys haven't fought much!"

Muradin Copperbeard said with a laugh.

"However, the current situation is a little unfavorable for us, although we have been prepared, but this is a camp after all, space is limited, and not only do we not know the number of enemies, but the moonlight tonight is also a little ...... Not too bright. ”

Uther was always so calm, he analyzed his own weaknesses for his disciples.

Hearing Uther's words, Arthas smiled helplessly—this paladin has always been like this, both in the original stream of time and now.

I don't know if it's because of his upright temperament or something else, but in any case, even in the most optimistic situation, Uther will consider some negative results.

This is of course because he is thoughtful, but if you are not familiar with him, you will definitely think that he likes to disagree.

"Xiaoshuang, I'll leave the matter of the light to you. ”

Arthas looked up at the sky, indeed, because the trees around it were very tall, and the moonlight was already scarce enough to cast into the glades, and there seemed to be some clouds in the sky tonight, which somewhat obscured the brilliance of the two moons.

"Good master!"

Frostmourn responded crisply, then raised his hands, and a pale blue ball of light condensed from Frostsorrow's hand, and then slowly floated into the sky.

"What is this?"

Sylvanas muttered as she looked up at the blue ball of light.

The ball of light that glowed with a pale blue glow in the night looked like a small blue moon, but Sylvanas couldn't figure out if such a dim light was all Frost Sorrow was all about.

It turned out that Frostmourn's spell was certainly not as simple as Sylvanas had imagined, and soon, the pale blue ball of light grew brighter and brighter, and the light was a little harsh at first, but soon became softer, like real moonlight.

However, because the moon was under the jungle canopy, the coalition camp and the surrounding area suddenly became brighter.

"Xiaoshuang, such a strong light won't be a burden on your body, right?"

Arthas asked with concern.

Arthas still knows a little bit about his little magic sword, but he can't be blamed for this, there are some things that Frost Grief can't tell.

In the original time stream, Arthas knew that Frostmourn strengthened herself by devouring souls, but now that Frostmourn hadn't devoured souls in a long time, Arthas was a little worried that her power would be too overdrawn.

"It's okay master, it's just a simple spell!"

Frost Sorrow hurriedly explained to Arthas that it was a very happy thing for the little magic sword to be able to rely on her master, and she didn't want her master to feel unreliable.