The Silver Hand branch has been divided into small pieces. The originally open training ground was crowded with tents covered with fur and other warm clothing.

Recruits gather in any usable space, such as roads and intersections between tents, and practice under the guidance of instructors. There are also people running circles around the field, doing physical training, and all the space is used, packed to the brim, without the slightest waste, but still looking cluttered and orderly.

It's something that can't be helped.

In order to strengthen the local defense, nearly 10,000 recruits have been recruited recently, and the headquarters of the Silver Hand Branch, the central square, and the forest south of the city have all been used. Rao is so, and there is still not enough space.

This has emptied several of the arsenal depots in Stratholme, and many of the recruits have yet to be distributed.

Everyone understands that pulling these recruits into battle is tantamount to sending troops to the Scourge.

But the scale of this war is no longer the same. Twelve legions, together with militia units and local garrisons, will be able to meet the defense needs of the entire territory of Lordaeron. At present, even if it is doubled several times, it is still like a colander, and there are defense blind spots everywhere.

Because in the last two months, the Scourge Legion has ...... In other words, the Burning Legion behind this army of the dead has achieved far more than anyone expected. And all the advance in Lordaeron, such as arming, recruiting and training in advance, is simply not enough in the face of the enemy's more than expected steps.

In any case, even if the unarmed peasants were incorporated into the garrison now, it was much better than when the Scourge came with no soldiers and were killed. Not only in the Stratholme area, but all over the country is expanding the size of the army in a crazy way.

Even if Lordaeron were to perish, it would perish in resistance.

Orix doesn't expect too much from these recruits, they don't expect them to be able to fight outside the city, and it is enough to train them to defend the city walls with danger.

As for the heavy responsibility of fighting outside the city, it still has to be entrusted to the regular army. Sadan Dasohan was about to take the only 2,500 regular army soldiers to fight in the southeast, and Oryx had at his disposal nothing but his own private army, that is, some militia and garrison members with a little more experience.

……

A group of about three hundred knights were assembled outside the garrison, squires carrying pots and pans and sleeping bags, and pack horses loaded with weapons and armor and improvised tents, ready to set off with their masters.

The 2,500 regular soldiers had already assembled in the south of the city, and they were waiting for them to set off together.

Saidan Dasohan, a tall man, was explaining some things to Mayor Bathoras, the officials, and the paladins who had stayed behind to see him off. Seeing Oryx coming, he beckoned to him.

Oryx stepped forward and said respectfully, "Teacher." ”

"You're here," D'Assohan pulled him away and asked, "I'll take care of this place when I'm gone." Stratholme is the heart of East Lordaeron and cannot afford to be missed. Keep in mind what I once taught you and don't let me down. ”

In private, the two are still former masters and apprentices. Da Sohan was very fond of him, an apprentice who was more and more in line with the Paladin's beliefs, and when he looked at him, there was always an indescribable pride in his eyes.

"Don't worry, teacher," Oryx bowed humbly, "I'm here, Stratholme is here." ”

"I won't say more, but if there is anything I can discuss with Bathras. Although what he did in the past was not very glamorous, but public is public, private is private, and this person's personal ability is still quite outstanding. He used to be the lieutenant that Tirio had focused on training, and he was undoubtedly more adept at defense-related matters than he was at running a town. ”

Hearing this, Oryx couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

has been focused on training for more than ten years, from an eleven or twelve-year-old young man to a young man who is in charge of his own affairs, and the result is not a backhand report......

Where is Galeries Lafayette?

In the canonical history, this powerful and legendary paladin "self-exiled" for several years. As for why he was exiled, he said that he was self-exiled, because he watched Lordaeron fall to death under the poison of the Scourge Legion. It wasn't until four or five years later that he returned to the world's attention, which was completely inconsistent with the beliefs of Tirio Fortin, one of the first paladins of mankind.

It can only be said that he has been torn by himself over the years, unwilling to forgive his "crimes", unable to exercise his lifelong belief as a former paladin with a sinful body that has been shackled by the times.

It is true that the power of the individual is not worth mentioning in the face of historical trends. But in any case, in the midst of such a terrible catastrophe, Lordaeron would be better off if the legendary paladin returned.

"Take care." Da Sohan patted Oryx on the shoulder, turned back and greeted the paladins, turned over his horse, clamped his horse's belly between his legs, and headed out of the city. The paladins followed closely.

Oryx watched the teacher leave before he sighed faintly.

The infiltration of the Cursed Sect is difficult to prevent, and at some point, it will send the source of the plague into densely populated areas and detonate it, inducing the formation of a corpse tide. With a limited level of defense, this situation is simply not possible.

While the Scourge hasn't reached Stratholme yet, it's only a matter of time. And before the arrival of the regular army of the Scourge, there will definitely be a wave of corpses to weaken the defenses of this place first.

It is impossible to send reinforcements from the domestic direction, and the High Elves who have been making good progress and are gradually deepening their cooperation, and it is possible to send troops to help Eastern Lordaeron, have been restricted by the scourge of Quel'Thalas......

Oryx is simply one head and two big.

The strength of the mortal races in the north will undoubtedly not be able to survive this catastrophe smoothly.

The Burning Legion's hideous countenance has been fully revealed, and the significance of this war has long since risen from the occasional "unknown necromancer plague infection" event to the same terrible catastrophe as the ancient war 10,000 years ago.

What Orrix is most concerned about is, when exactly will the dragons make a move? Although the Red Dragon, the Blue Dragon, and the Green Dragon have their own troubles, the Red Dragon Queen has not yet recovered from the pain of more than ten years ago, the Blue Dragon King Malygos is sometimes crazy and sometimes awake, and the Green Dragon is beginning to be trapped by nightmares, but the matter has come to this point, and no matter what, we should continue to ignore this war. No matter how bad it is, it won't even send a dragon to the Northland to understand the situation.

In his opinion, maybe the dragons have already started to act, but they don't know it yet. Perhaps soon, an envoy from the dragon clan will come into contact with him, the prophet who foresaw this war.

But even if it is unbearable to wait, especially in this situation where you are deeply aware of your own insignificance to the general situation, and you know everything, but you can't do anything, you can only wait for the only force that can save the entire Northland to enter.

"Lord Count." After Dathohan had gone, Bathras stepped forward and saluted very respectfully.

"Lord Mayor, tell me the details of Stratholme's defenses." Oryx nodded, and just as he was about to communicate, the magic communication stone in the inner pocket of his robe was accompanied by a vibration, making a "didi" sound.

He put aside Bathras for the time being, took it out and saw that it was a communication from the communication stone with the serial number "One" held by Arthas, and his heart couldn't help but become heavier.

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