After a small episode, the Knights of the Silver Hand set out again, just with the same rapid march, and the heavy atmosphere was completely different from that of dozens of minutes ago, and the main reason for this atmosphere was a quarrel that had occurred dozens of minutes earlier.

At this time, at the forefront of the troops, an old man and a young man rode their horses in a hurry across half a horse's body, but between the two of them seemed to be separated by an invisible city wall, making the two people want to be separated from each other and never see each other.

And the female mage Dalaran, who was also riding forward on horseback at the top of the row, looked at the two of them with some concern, with a look of uncertainty about what to do.

"I'm naïve, I'm naïve? What is it to be a prince to prepare for the worst? That's bullshit! That's my father! His king! And his closest friend! How could he give up hope so easily? Is his loyalty gone?"

Arthas's face darkened, and his indignation burned in his heart, but he did not dare to look back at the source of his anger at his side.

Uther, with gray sideburns, followed Arthas with a blank face, as if nothing had happened since he set out from the royal city of Lordaeron.

If nothing else, the stubborn two may be able to continue this state until the end of this journey, but this is a journey full of accidents, so the state of the two of them is actually not very important.

“bash“r... (Enjoy the real Ice Hell of Death!) for the glory of Queldore!"

"Did you hear anything?"

Gianna asked Arthas, who listened intently, catching the barely audible whisper in the woods.

"It seems to be the language of the High Elves! There are people in the forest! The whole army is on alert! Prepare to meet the enemy!!"

No sooner had Arthas's warning been uttered than a voice that was clear and familiar to them came to everyone's ears.

It was the sound of horses' hooves stumbling on the ground, and from the sound of the cavalryman's galloping horse, it was clear that he was running fast!

Without needing to be reminded, the knights of the Silver Hand listened to the sound to confirm the direction of the voice, and they soon discovered that it was an anxious-looking scout cavalryman.

"Your Royal Highness, about one hundred and fifty yards northwest of our army, there is a High Elf Ranger unit fighting an army of the undead. ”

When Arthas heard this, he pointed his sword to the northwest almost without hesitation, and shouted: "Lordaeron warriors, charge with me!"

The knights of the Silver Hand who had been marching quickly immediately responded to Arthas's call, and although they were very tired from the long march, if they could fight at this time, it would undoubtedly be an exciting "booster", and the knights of the Silver Hand would like to be able to exercise their muscles and bones.

Arthas, on the other hand, was a little pleased, what he wanted to know most now was the current situation of the High Elf Kingdom, and these High Elves who were at war with the undead were as timely as the rain of nectar, and he could not let go of this source of information sent to his mouth no matter what.

At a distance of one hundred and fifty yards, a knight could probably reach it in less than ten seconds, and Arthas suddenly came to his senses, and thought to himself with fear that their scout cavalry had discovered the battle at such a close distance.

Is it fair to say that if the scouting cavalry had been a little more negligent in their duties, they would have to wait until the enemy was within sight of him before he suddenly found himself surrounded?

Arthas soon found himself wrong for the scouting cavalry, and it was not at all that they could be blamed for the battle being discovered at such a close distance, but only on their opponents.

In the not-so-dense woods, the sound of the bowstrings being released was incessant, and just as dense as these strings were the screams of some kind of giant bat monster.

The squad of rangers was apparently secretly moving forward in the forest, but was accidentally discovered by an undead gargoyle, and the battle broke out.

Arthas, who had made his own guess about the current situation, felt that he was probably guessing eight or nine, but no matter how accurate his guess was, it would not help to solve the current situation, because this sudden and strange battle situation made him a little helpless for a while.

The hoplites are the kings of the land, but they can only look at the enemy in the sky.

"How can we help these High Elves?"

As soon as Arthas thought of this, Uther shouted at his side:

"All mid- and high-level paladins obey the order! Holy light spell is in unison! Undead gargoyles in the target sky!"

In the next moment, the dazzling holy light pierced the dark clouds in the sky and fell straight down from the sky on the bodies of those undead gargoyles.

"Ah!!h

The piercing scream contained a very obvious meaning of pain, and the undead gargoyles illuminated by the holy light turned into fireballs burning with holy flames in the sky.

And those unjust spirits who were forcibly bound in their stone statues were immediately purified, and when the purification was complete, these undead gargoyles would be reduced to ordinary stone statues.

Uther's command attack was effective, Arthas was angry and had to obey, and the situation of the battle became unsuspenseful.

After two or three waves of holy light were released, only a few gargoyles in the sky that could not be said to be the size of a large army were left, and those high elves also sat in the woodland with a very indecent expression on the tired expression of the rest of their lives.

Arthas, however, soon noticed that there was a leading elf among them, and that the elf probably knew him, for the elf was as straight as he had come.

"Sua" Anore (It's a pleasure to meet you) Your Royal Highness Prince Alsace, my name is Darkan Drahier, and thank you for reaching out to us in this time of crisis. ”

"You're welcome, friend Darkan, I should save you, and I need to know from you about the current state of the High Elf Kingdom. ”

"I think the havoc of the undead has affected your elven kingdom as well, and it is undeniable that we in Lordaeron have an unshirkable responsibility in this matter. ”

"Your wisdom shines as brightly as the sun, and our Ranger Squad has actually come to ask for help from your kingdom of Lordaeron!"

Arthas's heart suddenly shook when he heard this, and he couldn't suppress his excitement.

"Good, I need to know everything you know!"