The root of wisdom is nothing but the search for the inheritance of life.

To speak human words is to live in order to survive.

It must be good to keep the Hillsbrad area, and it greatly preserves the war potential of humanity.

But with all of his elite cavalry dragged to Hillsbrad, Andohar went from a minor town that could be abandoned if necessary to a vital place that had to be defended.

The turbulent and chaotic refugees, the rumor-mongers, and the lurkers with ulterior motives are all scum in the face of power.

Eventually, Alterac reinforcements arrived ahead of Carlos' legions.

There were not many people, but more than 8,000 people, and 3,000 city defenders with 5,000 conscripted militia, hurried from the city of Alterac to Andorhar by night.

"What is this? Daddy's love? ”

For Alessandro. Mograine's yin and yang weirdness, Carlos didn't respond with words.

No matter how desperate the army is, the Alterac Kingdom is not a Mogu clan, and it can use the Narak engine to create villains.

The most elite troops in the country have long been drawn out to follow Carlos to Arathi to fight the orcs, and the remaining ones that can fight must be stationed in important places in the country, otherwise the sons and daughters of the plateau will not be armed to resist food.

What's more, having gathered so many refugees, really pulling out the last armed forces in the country is simply sending warmth to the Lich King.

So for the old father Alex. The 8,000 people sent by Barov, Carlos even felt that they were here to eat.

Alterac City has limited stocks, and Andorjar itself is a grain producing area, so it is better to send a batch of dry rice to the front.

Although the combat effectiveness is not good, the morale of the newcomers will still be good, and there is no problem in suppressing the popular will to suppress the riots.

And from the mouths of this batch of reinforcements, it was learned that the really reliable field corps could arrive within a week at most.

Carlos breathed a sigh of relief.

There is no way to blame the Silver Hand Paladins who went north first to intercept their legions, causing the strategic defeat of Andohar.

The preservation of the Hillsbrad area is great good news, and in the long run it is crucial for the recovery of human power.

But Carlos, who had lost the strategic initiative, looked at the vast expanse outside the town of Andorhar, and his heart was like a cold wind passing through.

All perimeter settings have been compromised.

Relying on the rushing waters of Lake Keldaron, the west and north sides are guarded by bridges, and the offensive of the undead scourge has been contained.

However, in the open field to the northeast, in just a few days, at least 4,000 lives have been swallowed by Andohar.

It is simply impossible to restrain the corpses of the dead, and in such a dense battlefield of flesh and blood, the speed of corpse transformation is too fast.

Carlos could only order to bombard with artillery fire and wash the floor with fuel.

This is one of the main reasons why the morale of the military and civilians in Andohar is depleting so quickly.

Against the undead scourge, Carlos's initial judgment was not wrong, that is, he had to fight with a large army, rely on superior combat power to destroy the White Bone Legion on a large scale, and use the paladin's targeted obliteration of the threat of necromancers and death knights to ordinary soldiers.

The skeletal soldiers and ghouls that roam the mountains are not scary, the truly terrifying lichs and death knights who are hiding somewhere.

In just two days, six cases of vandalism against the granary were unsuccessful despite the joint efforts of the mages and soldiers, but the ominous clouds still loomed over Andorhar.

"Feel it, those brainless skeletons and ghouls seem to be getting smarter."

Carlos said to Mograini.

"With this feeling, our real opponent is coming."

Mograini gasped, suppressing his restless emotions.

How much can he kill?

Even if the Ashbringer could incinerate three hundred ghouls with just one blow, Alessandro. How many times can Mograini slash like this.

How much can Carlos kill?

Although Lordaeron's solo break has inspired the public, he has not yet returned to his full form.

The Scourge is the enemy of all living beings, a behemoth that all humans need to fight together.

The hundreds of thousands of skeletal soldiers and ghouls on the outskirts of Andorhar alone overwhelmed the garrisons, and the only thing Carlos expected at the moment was half of his army, and the more than 30,000 soldiers who had returned directly to the country hurried to the front.

Relying solely on these people in Andorhar, it is not even possible to defend it.

Although in the continuous battles, some people stood out, and some people were terrified.

However, with the support of Garissus and Lordaeron's cavalry, the Scourge was unable to break through the last of Andorhar's defenses.

This remained the case until the necromancer appeared on the battlefield.

It's clear that whatever the Lich King had done with the casters of the Legion in the days before, they're all back on the battlefield.

"Look, Death Knights, Necromancers, Spiritists, Lots of Abominations, and Heavenly Gargoyles. Damn, Carlos, how long will it take for your veterans of a hundred battles to arrive? ”

In addition to Arthas himself and the Obsidian Guard, the combat effectiveness of the two UD troops other than Anhadol is already about to crush Carlos's HUM.

"We can't be passive, we have to attack."

Carlos made a decision.

Andorhar's morale now rests entirely on the moat.

The rushing torrent from Keldaron Falls cut off the possibility that the skeletons were ghouls coming from the bottom of the river.

The dense human wall gave the human soldiers and the bones the courage to face each other.

However, both the domestic mages and Dalaran's helpers lost a lot of mana in the long monitoring process.

In terms of the quality of the caster, Carlos's side really doesn't have an advantage.

Gathering in the city is chronic suicide.

Elite units of the Scourge are thrown into the frontal battlefield, inherently with a +3 Dread Aura.

Morale will collapse.

At this time, at least two-thirds of the more than 50,000 defenders of Andorhar could not pass this round of will evaluation.

Once a big rout escapes, the soldiers who were still fighting will also be brought down by their pig teammates.

Any commander who is still sane will come to such a conclusion.

So while the officers anxiously flocked to the town hall.

Carlos made a decision ———— took the initiative.

There are still two days, and as long as they hold out for two more days, Carlos's legion will be able to reach Andorhar, and the arrival of 30,000 living forces will be enough for Andorhar to turn the corner.

But at the moment, there are less than 10,000 of Andohar's real will to fight against desperate troops.

Garissus's Lordaeron cavalry had lost more than 20% of the battle, and now there were less than 7,000 men.

"I command you to hold the east at all costs, at all costs, understand?"

"Yes."

Garissus didn't hesitate and turned to leave, as crisp and crisp as ever.

"I'll give you all the paladins, as well as the first, third, and seventh wings, find your own opportunities and rush out."

"Then I'll go north, and I'll make a way for the stick boy."

Alessandro. Mograini didn't talk nonsense and gladly took the order.

These three wings are the three most effective wings that have been trained and reorganized on the battlefield of Andorhar, and they can be said to be the most reliable soldiers outside of the Lordaeron cavalry of Garissus.

Carlos gave Mograini hope of a break.

With the Ashbringer, he is far better suited to the role of Raider than Carlos himself.

As for Carlos himself, he took the initiative to go to the west.

He knew what he was up against.

The flow from west to east has eased considerably as it passes through the waterways of the Moat of Andorhar.

As long as the Scourge is willing to invest in magical power, there is no theoretical difficulty in blocking the flow of water or freezing the surface of the river.

THE SEEMINGLY STABLE LINE OF DEFENSE TO THE WEST IS ACTUALLY A PUDDLE OF STINKY DOG SHIT.

Carlos must rely on his personal prestige and strength to lead the defenders to survive this desperate forty-eight hours.

Just as Arthas left Lordaeron with his father's urn in his hand and went straight to Stratholme on the Lich King's orders, one of the fiercest battles of the defense of Andorhar began.

On this day, thousands of miles away on the Black Coast, under a raging storm, Illidan sounded the horn of the storm, calling the ancient allies.

Vasqi led the Naga army in response to Illidan's call.

The years have changed, the old love is hard to mention, whether it is Vasqi or Illidan, it is no longer what it was back then.

The only thing that remains the same is that what makes the two reunite is only the task of the master.