Due to the destruction of a large number of runestones, the southern and eastern regions of the Great Barrier of Quel'Salas have experienced severe decay. Losing the brilliance of the sunwell, the flowers and trees of the forest return to the domination of the laws of nature, and begin to wither and wither in this cold season.

Carlos walked in the cold winter wind, the dead leaves under his feet crumbling under the trampling of iron boots, and the sound of a slug brought a sound to the silent forest.

I have been traveling for two days and walked nearly a hundred miles, but in the empty forest, the trolls have not heard from me, and occasionally encounter the rangers of the High Elves wandering and patrolling, and they also say that they have not encountered the trolls' outposts.

It doesn't make sense.

Carlos wouldn't believe that there was a plague in Zuaman or that someone under Zujin was rioting, so the trolls were instigated.

If not, then it can only mean that the trolls are brewing a big move.

When the trolls reappear, it is not a threat that a few thousand people can stop.

After leaving official duties, Carlos, who had calmed down, also continued to reflect on the decisions he made.

Is it worth it to help the High Elves of Quel'Thallas like this?

Aurelia. Windranger is a well-known hero in Quel'Thalas, and is a legendary-level figure. But after all, she was just a general, a marshal, and the idol of all elven rangers.

Will she be able to give herself the expected return?

Will the kingdom of Alterac, overdrawn with all its potential, be able to play its due role in the war, survive the most bitter winter, and win a glorious future?

Will the Alliance really be able to survive all the dangers, completely overwhelm the Horde, and win the final victory, just like the original history?

Thinking too much, Carlos couldn't help but feel a little irritable in his heart, sweating a little behind his back, and a faint pain in his head.

Crush a heart-shaped fallen leaf in your hand. Carlos spilled the residue away.

"Return, let's go back."

At the sound of the order, everyone turned their horses' heads and galloped away in the direction from which they came.

By the time Carlos had completed his planned patrol and returned to the first line of defense, five days had passed.

Just came back. Before Henry Shet, who was acting as interim commander, could finish his work outline, the sentry came to deliver the military information.

"Your Majesty, there is news from the elves, in the mountains to the east, traces of a large-scale assembly of trolls have been found, as well as the figure of orcs, according to the judgment of the elves, it is very likely that they came from the mountain road of Hinterland, and the number is unknown. It is expected to be more than three thousand. ”

After the sentry finished delivering the order, he knelt on one knee and waited for the king's order, and the whole person looked very nervous.

"That's terrible!"

"Well, that's great!"

Henry Shet looked at Carlos in astonishment, staring at his Majesty the King, the orcs and trolls have merged, and the strength of the trolls has increased greatly, what is there to be happy about?

"Henry Shet. Nothing is more terrifying than the unknown. Nothing is more painful than waiting. It's coming, it's finally here. Five days and five days, and at least five more days when they get over. Half a month has passed, and the defense line has been basically completed, come on, come on, whether it's a troll or an orc. Whoever Zujin is, come on! ”

Carlos looked unusually excited, and his gesture infected the others, and even the sentinel who gave the order let go of his inner nervousness, feeling that His Majesty seemed to have a point.

"Herald. The whole army was on alert, and Aurelia and Tulayan were informed that the halftime break was over and the second half would begin immediately. ”

Carlos exhaled deeply, and his whole body relaxed.

Very simple reasoning questions.

It is known that the main forces of the Hillsbride Hills Alliance and the Horde did not decide the victory.

Known condition two, the Hammer Dwarves of Eagle's Nest Mountain are still alive and kicking.

It is known that Gul'dan stole the Runestone for the purpose of building the Altar of Storm.

So the question is, which excavator technology is stronger?

Ahem, seriously, how many orcs have crossed the mountains to come to Quel'Thalas?

If 510,000 orcs were expected to be able to reverse the strategic situation of the entire Quel'Thalas, then Orgrim was undoubtedly a fool's dream, and Carlos had been worried for so long, and what he was really afraid of was those things that were beyond his knowledge.

Since Dandema. Blue Feather solemnly told Carlos that the Tree Cave King was real, and that after he had entered the second round of pilot selection, Carlos was really afraid that Zujin would come out with a Digimon or Steel Garuru or something to sweep Quel'Thalas.

Now that the hole cards have basically been lifted, the trolls are waiting for reinforcements from the orc tribe.

Then let's fight, the east wind blows, the drums of war beat, Azeroth, who is afraid of whom!

While Carlos ignored the overwhelming numerical superiority of the Orcs and Trolls of the Quel'Salas tribe and entered the Mysterious Confidence Mode, Alsala in the royal city of Lordaeron was deeply blaming herself, annoyed, and silently weeping.

In mid-July last year, Arthas secretly escaped from the palace with his good friend Yorim to play at Barnier's Farm, just in time to arrive at Barbani's Farm's mare Bright Mane to give birth.

"The little gray foal was still wet, with big eyes and long twisted legs, blinking and looking around in the dim lamp. Arthas's gaze was locked on by those big brown eyes.

You're so beautiful, Alsace said heart, almost stopping to breathe for a moment. ”

Arthas liked the pony very much and wanted to take it with him, but unfortunately he secretly escaped from the palace to play, and finally Arthas returned to the palace in frustration.

However, young Arthas had no idea that his escape from the palace was a deliberate act of his father, Terenus.

The necessary adventurous spirit is also a quality that a prince should have.

The Alsace Chance is a "secret escape" done under the full protection of twenty palace guards.

So not long after, when Terenus summoned Arthas to the royal stables, Arthas met the pony that had haunted him.

"Father, I forced Yorim to help me escape, please don't punish him!"

Although Arthas was delighted to see the foal, the first thing that came to the mind of the wise prince was that his father had learned of his escape from the palace.

His father, Terenus, was the king of Lordan Road, and his friend Yorim was only the son of a farmer, much to Arthas's horror.

"Good. Very good, your loyalty to your friend is the best gift your father has ever received today, Alsace, which is very good! ”

Terenus couldn't have been more pleased with Arthas's performance.

"Now, this foal is yours, take good care of it."

"Yes. Father, I'll take good care of it! ”

Alsace felt that he had received the best gift and that his father was the best father in the world.

The stallion's coat, mane and tail were gray at first, but now they are pure white. Arthas half-jokingly considered names like "Snowfall" and "Starlight", but in the end he named his mount after a certain quality, following Lordaeron's unwritten tradition.

Uther's mount is called "Steadfast", and Terenus's mount is called "Daring Doom".

Well, his name is "invincible".

After getting invincible, Arthas couldn't help but run and Varian. Wryon swaggered. Because in this palace, in addition to his squeamish sister, only his cousin Prince Varian is a suitable person to talk to.

"To be honest, this miracle of life, when the invincible was born, was actually a little sick to my stomach at first." Alsace said. Arthas couldn't help but put his hand on Varian's arm.

"I saw with my own eyes the birth of a foal, and it was it, my invincibility. Look, is it pretty. ”

Young Alsace didn't know it, however. Showing off is actually a disservice to Varian.

Arthas felt that from the moment they met the foal's eyes, there had been some bond between them.

Invincible is not just a war horse.

Invincibility will be a part of his life.

"A beautiful little mare indeed, you have a good eye."

Although this familiar encounter reminded Varian of his father, Ryan. Ureon, but as a precocious child. Varian suppressed his grief and praised his little brother.

Happiness increases by sharing, but sadness does not subside by sharing, whether in Alsace or Varian, in childhood. They are all good children who can't help but love.

In winter, the half-year-old foal Invincible has a good physique, and under the careful training of the royal trainers of the Lordaeron family, he has a physique that far exceeds that of horses of the same age, and is intelligent and considerate.

On this day, Arthas came to the stable alone, and quietly untied the reins of invincibility, and the horse sensibly did not make any sound, and obediently followed his master in small steps.

When Arthas led Invincible out of the palace again, and after setting up the bridle, he stepped onto Invincible's back with a single lunge.

The long-suppressed Invincible let out a hissing sound of joy, and carried Arthas as he galloped across the white earth of Lordaeron.

But Invincible is only a pony kept in the palace, and Arthas is only a half-baked rider.

The rider thought that his mount would lead him to gallop and feel the feeling of flying, and the mount gave everything to the owner on his back, and sped along the pull of the reins, and the two novices, who were intoxicated by the speed, unknowingly rushed into a strange wood.

At the moment of the accident, Arthas felt it frightened, the invincible hind hooves slipped on the frozen stones, the horse struggled violently, it neighed, and its legs frantically tried to find a safe place in the air.

Alsasson screamed, and he heard his own scream as the jagged rocks, not the snow-covered grass, pounced at deadly speed.

Arthas tugged at the reins tightly, as if it would work, but it didn't really work.

Before falling to the ground, Arthas shouted: "No! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~”

Arthas muttered, struggling to his feet.

The world went dark in an instant, and he almost lost consciousness again, relying solely on his will.

Snowflakes began to fall in the sky, the wind howled, and the weather began to get darker

I don't know how long it took, but slowly, Alsace felt a little better.

Fighting the pain and the blizzard, Arthas struggled to move his body to the frightened horse.

Invincible stirred the red-stained snow with two intact strong hind legs and a broken front leg. Arthas's stomach churned at the sight of his front legs, which had once been straight and slender, clean and powerful, but now hung limply and folded at terrible angles.

Invincible kept trying to stand up, but he couldn't get to

"I'm sorry." Arthas muttered to himself, "I'm very sorry. ”

Invincible stopped struggling and calmly responded to its master, trusting, as if knowing what was going to happen and feeling the need. And this was not something that Arthas could bear, and the tears blurred his vision again, and he tried to hold back the tears.

Stroking the invincible head, shaking countless times, blaming himself countless times, and finally, Alsace, who had recovered his strength, stood up.

Arthas drew his sword, slowly, slowly, little by little, gathered over his head, and swung straight down.

And if there really is a witness to history, then he will definitely mock the screenwriter of fate.

What a bad character.

The Grand Young Master of Riptide Castle, Danas. Berton endured his uneasiness and followed the Coalition's forces slowly.

This sudden heavy snowfall seriously interfered with the march of the Union troops.

Own pride, own father, Biglas. Berthorn is fighting at the Wall of Soladin, and he needs reinforcements.

Although he had never doubted his father's abilities and did not think that anything would happen to the Immortal Wall, Danas, as a son, was so eager to have a pair of wings and knives by his father's side, whether as a warrior or as a son.

"Hell, why is the snow so late this year?"

Looking at the broken reins in his hand, Danas couldn't help but complain.

As a qualified cavalryman, Danas was able to secure himself on horseback without reins, directing his horse forward, and even initiating a charge.

But there was an unwritten secret message among Lordaeron's riders - a broken reins was a bad omen.

Danas could only blame the weather.

Fortunately, I'm a paladin, and I'm still a paladin who has mastered the art of holy light and the holy shield, and the class of falling off a horse or something can't be called my name.

Danas thought of it, and stopped the help of the soldiers around him, took the spare reins out of his saddle bag and began to change them on his horse, and the commotion of the horses did not disturb the marching procession.

This hand-riding skill earned Danas applause and whistles.

And in the mountains that surround the Arathi Plateau, a group of tribes are struggling to make their way.

Although the heavy snow makes the mountain roads difficult, it also makes their tracks difficult to detect.

This is a group of Shadow Hunters among Juggernauts and Trolls.

"Are you sure we'll be able to go around that wall before nightfall tomorrow?"

A green-skinned orc Swordmaster asked, although the cold wind in the mountains is bone-chilling, but for the Swordmasters, a white cloak is enough to keep out the cold.

"I'm sure."

The Shadow Hunter among the trolls also has their own dignity, and the questioning of the orc Juggernaut makes the strongest of these trolls not so happy, but as an ally, this level of friction can't break the covenant.

In this way, the group continued to walk silently along the ridge.

There is a vast expanse between heaven and earth, and a snowfall seems to purify the world into white.

However, the flames of war will eventually stain everything with blood and gunsmoke.

Red and black, soon after dominating Lordaeron again. (To be continued......)