"Your Highness, it has always been my wish to die on the battlefield, please let me be the vanguard!" The paladin Marlan half-knelt on the ground and asked for battle.

"Okay, you take all the cavalry first, the supplies along the way have been arranged for me, I have only one request, take Seberchel! Wait for the arrival of the great army! ”

"Yes, Your Highness!" The female knight had long black hair, and she cut it directly in front of the battle to show her determination to die if she was invincible, and then led three thousand horsemen and infantry to gallop west.

Vanessa looked at Old Fording, meaning that she had finished pretending, and the rest should be left to you.

Old Ferding nodded, he could also do this kind of pre-battle mobilization, but considering Vanessa's contribution, he still gave up this opportunity, if he didn't want to seek a usurpation of the throne, the current prestige was enough.

The departure of the army is a very tedious work, who explores the way, who is behind, who goes to find the water source, where to camp, whose camp is in front, whose camp is in the back, all pay attention to it, and you can't come nonsense.

On the first day, the army entered the Silverpine Forest and joined the First Legion heading north, and Vanessa also handed over the command of the legion to Old Fording.

All the supplies stored in the Shadowfang Castle were taken out, and the soldiers rested for the night before rushing to Serberchel the next day.

By the time they arrived, the female knight Marlan had already taken the town.

The battle was extremely easy, Vanessa had previously ordered the ogre to attack with a wave of kobolds, and then the werewolves came to kill another wave.

The Forsaken has a lot of physical strength, but if the body is damaged, it still affects the combat effectiveness.

Thurberchel only had two necromancers, and in the face of many wounded, he could not repair at all, and by the time the paladin Marlan arrived with three thousand vanguards, the garrison of this town did not even have one hundred and fifty men.

Twenty to one, one side is the elite, the other side is all wounded soldiers, and the momentum is like a bamboo, Marlan easily wiped out all the forsaken and achieved the first victory in this war.

The army then arrived, rested for the second night, and after making sure that Sylvanas was still attacking Stratholme, he officially headed north to attack the royal capital of Lordaeron.

"Great Lord, you are going north with your troops, and I will go and give them a gift." Vanessa swapped out her sleek Judgment Armor and was on her way to cause trouble in order to draw as many enemies out of the city as possible.

"Be careful!"

"Okay."

Vanessa broke away from the army and had to be a mount again, carrying Gianna to the royal capital.

No way, there are devices and magic to detect teleportation near these main cities, Stormwind has them, and they also have them here.

Vanessa's feathers were wet again from the continuous rain in the Tirisfal glades, and they flew close to the ground to avoid the bat-mounted patrols near the Undercity, and finally came to a pre-calculated battlefield.

"A little further to the left."

"No, you flew over the top."

"A little further to the right."

Gianna uses a clever method of detecting nearby magical energy, avoiding the many alarms set up by the Undercity and eventually finding a primordial magic node.

Vanessa first turned into a cheetah and shook off all the rain on her body, Gianna thought it was very funny for her to shake the water droplets, but she also knew that time was tight now, and she had a pretty face, and she didn't dare to laugh.

"What's wrong? Such a strange expression? Vanessa was a little puzzled.

"It's okay, it's okay......" Gianna looked ahead, not saying that she remembered the little animals she had raised when she was a child.

"Weird." Muttering quietly, Vanessa looked left and right, their current position was exactly in the direction of the main entrance of the royal capital of Lordaeron, and below the ruins of the royal capital was the Dark City of the Forsaken.

Fighting in that kind of sewer-like environment, the formation that the human army is best at can't be used at all, and the underground pipes of the Undercity are flowing with a strong plague of the undead, and the forsaken don't care, and the humans can't stop it.

Vanessa's solution was to lure the enemy out as much as possible, then the bombs washed the floor, the tanks ran over, the cavalry charged, and finally the infantry pressed down.

By this time, there is no more advanced strategy, what is fought is hard power.

Vanessa was ruthless and used a big killing weapon.

She took out the Stormchaser's imprisoned skull, snapped the two crystals together, and used her own flames to break the seal on the crystals.

"Let's run!" Seeing that the seal was about to break, she threw the imprisoned skull of the Wind Chaser, which had been glued together, into the ruins of the royal capital like a lead ball.

Without thinking about it, holding Gianna's hand, the two of them hid in the grass beside them very unfiguratively.

The Wind Chaser's imprisoned skull imprisons the Wind Elemental Prince Sunderland, and this guy's consciousness has always been muddy and unclear because it has been split into two halves and stored in two crystals. But just now, he suddenly found that his consciousness had returned to normal, and the external seal was dissolving rapidly, and he didn't even want to exert force inside, and then burst out of all his energy, and rushed out of the crystal at once.

A huge wind whistled, and the white mist-like gas rushed into the sky, and even the dark clouds in the sky were blown away.

The many magical alarms set up in the ruins of Lordaeron's royal capital sounded, and the guards in the underground Undercity were all alarmed, and a group of forsaken people put down their work and looked nervously overhead.

Prince Sunderland had no idea that there was a city under his feet, and such a group of strange beings, he was so eager to be free, he restrained his mind, and the white mist regrouped into a body.

Although he felt that the surrounding environment was a bit strange, as long as it was not a place for the Fire Demon King, the wind had the pervasive characteristic, as long as he was given a little time, he could break through the space and find his way back.

Unlike the Fire Demon King, who only projected into the material realm, his current body was the main body, and so many years of captivity, coupled with the Sky Wall, the base camp far away from the wind element, had caused his strength to shrink severely.

The Fire Demon King's projection in the Heart of Molten Fire was ten meters high, and the Wind Elemental Prince's original body was no more than twenty meters.

A huge cyclone formed his body, and the wind elemental that almost condensed into substance turned into armor, and the prince of Sunderland drew an artifact sword called Thunder Fury from the crystal that imprisoned him.

A thirty-meter-long sword.....

"Free! Haha, I'm free! Thank you for letting me out in return for my ...... Alas?? Strange ...... "His body was a little tall, and he looked around with his head down at this time, looking around, looking around, back and forth, left and right, and he didn't see where his savior was, and he didn't know who he was looking for if he wanted to repay his kindness."

What about people? Who the hell let himself out?

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