After accepting Arthas's invitation to join his army as a chaplain, Jon and Bridget received two clergyman's uniforms from Alsace's lieutenant, Marvion, that night. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The two sets of cloth armor, which are not exquisitely made, are likely to be made improvised, and the size does not fit well; However, the material is not bad, it seems to be spun from magic cloth, which can provide good defense.

"Jon, I feel like the cuffs are too long!" Bridget, dressed in a military uniform, complained in a low voice.

"Make do with it!" Jon felt that his piece was a little small, too.

"Forget it!" The girl shook her head helplessly: "Let's go back and rest quickly, Prince Arthas said, the troops will leave early tomorrow morning." ”

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Early the next morning, at the gates of Lordaeron, a scattered army was ready to go.

Behind the Prince of Arthas, in addition to his two lieutenants, Farrick and Marvion, there were about twenty paladins with silver hands, and more than fifty ordinary horsemen armed with spears.

This force of less than 100 people is probably the core strength of the entire army, and they are all experienced veterans.

In terms of infantry, Jon visually estimated that there were about three or four hundred people, but they were all young men, and they all looked like new recruits.

Occasionally, a regular warrior or two would sneak a whistle towards the priest's camp.

"These people are so annoying!" It was Demytia who spoke, the priestess of yesterday, who had also accepted Arthas's call, dressed in a clergyman's uniform that did not fit well.

There were about twenty people in the priesthood's camp, most of whom Jon knew basically, mostly young girls, all of whom had been priests and apprentices at Lordaeron Cathedral.

I saw Arthas-Minehir walking towards the priest's camp, and he said helplessly: "Mr. Mills, maybe you will be our priest captain, after all, you are the only one who has previous experience in fighting the undead!" ”

Jon nodded, after seeing this lineup, he was already prepared in his heart.

With a rather shabby lineup, one might even say a rabble, Jon suspected that this army wouldn't even last half an hour if it encountered the regular army of the Scourge or the Horde...... However, if you deal with the rabble of the Cursed Sect and the brainless minions of the Scourge, it is still a little more flattering.

In fact, Arthas can't be blamed, in order to completely exterminate the orcs, Uther had mobilized most of Lordaeron's forces; Two days ago, after hearing that there was a large-scale plague event in Andohar, Gavin Rad rushed directly from Agamandel Manor with most of the paladins with half the silver hand, and did not return to Lordaeron.

After the outbreak of the plague after many times, Lordaeron had to send out batch after batch of troops, and now except for a small number of guards, only such a pitiful number of troops could be mobilized.

"I wish Kenrito could send a group of powerful mages!" Arthas smiled wryly.

Faintly, he had some expectations in his heart, will Gianna come?

As Arthas was thinking, he saw a huge portal appear at the door of Lordaeron, and then more than a dozen mages in violet robes walked out of the portal.

"His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas!" The first is a young woman in her twenties: "I'm Polly Monie, a student of Archmage Modra, and we're here to help you fight the Cursed Sect on behalf of Dalaran!" ”

"Is it just you?" Alsace's tone was visibly disappointed.

Among these more than a dozen mages, judging by their decorations and ages, they are basically Dalaran's mage apprentices.

"The high-ranking mages have all participated in the hunt for Kel'thugad, and Dalaran is short of manpower right now, so he had to let us come...... Miss Moni explained softly.

"Okay!" Arthas nodded: "The camp I arranged for you is next to the priests, take a little rest, we are about to get ready to go!" ”

"Yes, Your Highness the Prince!"

Polly Monie led the mages to their camp, and she saw an acquaintance.

"Mr. Mills?" She whispered, this time she had called Jon's name correctly.

"Good morning, Miss Monnie!" Jon recognized her and got up to say hello to her.

"Jon, do you have a lot of acquaintances in Dalaran?" Bridget's mouth pressed into Jon's ear and she said coldly.

"This ......"

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Ten minutes later, the army of about 500 men began to march along the King's Road towards Brill.

Jon, the leader of the priesthood, and the priest squad, stayed in the center of the line, protected by the infantry; The mage squad is next to them.

Most of the priests were young girls, and there were a few beautiful young women in the mage team, so there were whistles around from time to time, and everyone pretended not to hear them.

After walking about a few kilometers, a fleeing refugee appeared directly in front of the troops, a middle-aged man in his forties, who appeared to be an ordinary townsman from Brill.

"Are you alright, sir?" A paladin greeted him.

The refugee opened his mouth, unable to speak, and even a little unsteady.

Several young warriors hurriedly walked over to support him.

Arthas was also walking in this direction, thinking that he might be able to learn something about Brill from the refugee.

Far away, Jon couldn't read the news ahead, only that the troops had suddenly stopped.

"Ah......h

Suddenly, a scream was heard, followed by a commotion ahead.

"Let's take a look!" Jon said quickly, and squeezed forward.

Bridget and Demitea followed him.

The corpse of an undead appeared on the ground, still struggling, while a young warrior clutched his hand next to him, while several other recruit warriors had horror on their faces.

"It's an ordinary townsman...... How could you become such a terrible monster......" said a warrior in a trembling voice.

The sight of a good-natured human suddenly falling to the ground, and then turning into a terrible zombie and suddenly starting to attack them, really scared him.

If it weren't for the paladin's timely reaction and the first time he knocked him down with his sledgehammer, the ordinary soldier who was holding his hand might have one hand bitten off by the zombie.

There was silence, and the recruits were too frightened to speak at what had just happened.

Jon simply bandaged the wounded soldier before retreating into the crowd.

The troops restarted, but this time the atmosphere was much more solemn than before, at least no one dared to whistle again.