With a soft thud, Anduin Lothar pulled his two-handed greatsword from the neck of an orc, named after the fallen guardian Medivan's "Quelzaram", who had finally drunk the orc's blood once again after he had crossed the sea to Lordaeron. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Teacher Lothar, the orcs have been wiped out!" Ureon drove his horse to Anduin Lothar's side, his spear-holding arm soaked in blood, and now a dark red viscous liquid was slowly dripping down the shaft of the spear to the ground.

Wryon was pleased with his performance tonight - his first time on the battlefield was no worse than the Iron Horse Brotherhood veterans, having killed eight orcs with his own hands, a number that was clearly at the forefront of the entire cavalry.

Wryon felt that there was still a boiling blood in his cavity until now, making his breath seem to have a burning smell of blood when he spoke

However, it was a good feeling, and despite the long battle, Wryon still felt that he was full of strength - the kind of potion provided by Mr. Lothar was indeed the best, and the young prince of Stormwind found himself much stronger than before.

Of course, Wryon understood why they laughed at Windsor for not being able to hold out for two minutes in front of Uther, because if Uther could reach the same level as Windsor and the others - of course, he must have reached it - and his previous self was indeed no match for him, but now...... When this battle is over, and Uther is not dead, he must try it himself.

Anduin Lothar watched from his horseback as his disciple, the future monarch to whom he would be loyal - Ureon had really grown up, and his performance on the battlefield pleased Lothar, but ......

"No, my child, it's not even close. Anduin Lothar shook his head, his gaze on the orc army in the distance.

"What?, Mr. Lothar, ...... there" Ureon had been in a state of excitement all night—the excitement of being able to slash the orcs with his own hands, which had kept him from paying attention to what was going on on the battlefield over there, and now he had been reminded by Anduin Lothar that there was already a fight.

"That's right, it seems that Uther and His Majesty King Terenus have launched an attack on the orcs, and...... They don't seem to be doing well. Lothar replied to his disciple.

"Anduin, the orcs who jumped into the lake have all been executed!" Marcus led a few members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood through the long corridor to Anduin Lothar.

"Good, everyone's worked hard, but ...... Marcus, we're going to get into the next battle soon. Anduin Lothar nodded.

"Haha, Anduin, what are you talking about, everyone is excited, how lucky we must be to be able to kill this group of orcs! Next, are you going to attack those orcs?" Marcus's face was not half tired, but full of joy.

"Hmm...... Let's ...... first" As soon as Anduin Lothar spoke, a majestic voice came from the head of Fort Rapids: "Is it Sir Anduin Lothar?"

Anduin Lothar froze for a moment, then raised his head and squinted at the head of Fort Riptide, where an old man in full armor was leaning out to look out of the city, waving at the sight of himself.

"My Majesty King Soras, I'm Anduin Lothar, how is your situation in the city?" replied Anduin Lothar in a loud voice.

"We've killed all the orcs who have climbed the walls, and the soldiers in the city have suffered a lot of losses, but it's acceptable, but our gates have been sealed, and I'm trying to find a way to open them, Sir Lothar, you and your soldiers wait a minute, and we'll go out of the city and kill all the greenskins with you!" King Solas shouted excitedly.

"No, Your Majesty King Soras, please be at ease. Anduin Lothar frowned and rejected King Soras's proposal, "The situation outside the city is not optimistic, His Majesty King Terenus's army has been locked in a bitter battle, and we are about to support them now, but there are too many orcs, I hope you still have to sit ready to hold on at any time!"

With that, Anduin Lothar bowed slightly to the castle on his horse, and then left the castle of Riptide surrounded by Marcus and Wrynn and other members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, and rode his horse to the long road.

"Father, what do you mean by Sir Lothar?" asked Prince Garin, somewhat puzzled, at the head of Riptide Castle.

King Solas retracted from the wall and replied with a tight frown, "Sir Lothar means...... Terenus' reinforcements weren't a match for the orcs, and could ...... So I hope we can hold on to the city and not open the gates. ”

"Ah, how so, what should we do?" said Prince Garin, who was taken aback, and hurriedly asked.

"What should I do? haha...... No wonder I didn't like this Anduin Lothar in the first place, it turns out that he was the same, he really underestimated the men of our Arathi Heights when he said such things, and since the army of Terenus may be defeated, then I, Solas Torbain, will not be able to sit in the city in peace, Galin, you go down here, let those guys sell some strength, and quickly open the city gates, and we will go out and seek revenge on the orcs!"

"Yes, father!" Prince Garin ran down the city in high spirits, and King Solas's gaze swept over the less than a thousand intricate soldiers left on the walls, and finally rested on his chief of guard, De Jong, before sighing and looking back at the battlefield outside the city.

Standing at the height of Riptide Castle, King Solas could clearly see that the army that had come to the rescue of Rapids Castle was divided into two parts, one large and one small, and was besieging fiercely, and he admitted that Anduin Lothar was right, and did not think that his thousand soldiers could influence the battle, but the gates of the city must be opened, because if the battle was frustrated, it would give those reinforcements a way back - to withdraw into the city, continue to hold on, and wait for Danas to arrive.

Regardless of what King Solas was thinking, Anduin Lotharze's horse came to the front of Windsol's group, and during the battle just now, this group of Iron Horse Brotherhood members had been monitoring the orc army's every move, even if the Knights of the Silver Hand and the Royal Guard of Lordaeron launched an attack on the orc army, they did not give them any touch, they stood like stone sculptures, and from time to time the irritable war horses snorted impatiently, revealing the fact that they were originally living people.