The Kingdom of Gilneys has a large army within the Walls of Greymane, with at least 50,000 of the most elite Gilneth Kingdoms/troops stationed here. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

But it was clear that Tormont could not bring them all out - in any case, he had fewer soldiers than his opponent in the battle outside the city.

But Tormont faces a temptation he can't resist – the king of Lordaeron.

If Tormon's decisive attack leads to a lucky outcome, and his soldiers are captured or killed, of course, the latter is more likely, the king of Lordaeron, then what awaits Tormont will be heroic.

Even if he is a side branch of the royal family, but with such a credit and a little operation, it is not impossible to ascend to the vacant throne after Jean's death.

Unable to keep his composure in the face of great benefits, Tormont chose to make the most risky move.

Of course, this does not blame Tormon for his adventures - most of the officers in the Kingdom of Gilneth in important positions, including him, have no actual combat experience.

After all, it's been a long time since the last foreign war in the kingdom of Gilneth - twenty years ago, Tormont was a bare-fare kid.

Officers in the kingdom/army of Gilneth who had never fought – those who had fought in the "Battle of Hillsbrad Hills" twenty years earlier – had already fallen victim to Jean Greymane's political defeats.

A young army, a young officer, an adventurous night operation...... It seems that the future of the kingdom/army of Gilneth has been overshadowed by misfortune, and even more unfortunate...... They are facing inhuman opponents.

……

"Master, wake up! A bunch of guys have come out of the castle! ”

Frostmourn rode on Arthas's body, shaking his body vigorously - the little magic sword remembered clearly, and before he fell asleep, his master had told him that he had to be woken up if an enemy came to attack.

"Little Frost ......"

Arthas woke up in a daze, and as soon as he tore Frost Sorrow from himself, he took it in his arms, and hugged her soft, cool body, intending to continue his deep sleep.

"The hosts! Wake up! ”

Frost Sorrow responsibly pinched Arthas's cheek until he had to open his eyes because of the pain.

"Little Frost...... Is there a situation? ”

Arthas finally came to his senses, sat up sharply from his marching bed, shook his still dizzy head, and asked.

"Yes!"

Frostgrief nodded obediently - if her little hand hadn't continued to pinch Arthas's cheek, she would have looked more well-behaved.

"Oh, so fast...... Frost, let me go, let me dress, and we'll go out to find Master Kanter. ”

Arthas realized that Frost's Sorrow was still holding on to him, so he smiled bitterly and said to the little magic sword - if this little girl doesn't let go, her saliva will come out.

"Oh, got it!"

Frost Sorrow, who was doing her duty seriously, nodded obediently, and then let go of her two fingers.

Arthas rubbed his aching cheeks, then took the clothes that had been spread on the pillow and began to put them on slowly.

……

As Arthas stepped out of his tent, he caught a glimpse of King Terenus.

King Terenus, dressed in pajamas and wearing only a coat, stood at the door of his tent surrounded by many of Lordaeron's royal guards, and Kantor, the chief of the Lordaeron royal guards, stood in front of him, his head bowed, his lips squirming as if to explain something.

"Father, Lord Kanter, the enemy is coming."

Arthas walked briskly with Frost Sorrow, and the royal guards of Lordaeron dispersed like a tide, making way for him; The young prince, dressed in a rich robe, walked up to his father and whispered.

"Your Royal Highness Prince Arthas, how do you know?"

Kanter asked, surprised—the outpost he had set up at the edge of the Silverpine Forest had brought back news of the enemy invasion, but he remembered that he had not yet had time to report to Arthas.

"Don't worry about the details, Lord Kanter...... Is everything going well? ”

Arthas waved his hand and diverted the subject.

"All the best, His Royal Highness Prince Arthas, the enemy has taken the bait, next ......"

A smile appeared on Kante's face, and he could already see that a great deal of honor was about to go to him and many of his elite soldiers.

"Go ahead, Arthas, and show Jean just how weak his soldiers are."

King Terenus patted his son on the shoulder and said with a smile - his majesty was already happy to be able to defeat his long-standing enemy; However, he was even more pleased that his heir was far better than Jean Greyman's son, and that was what really mattered to people of his age.

"I see, father."

Arthas nodded—no matter what, none of the Gilneth kingdoms/armies that came to attack the camp tonight could return to the greatest line of defense in human history.

……

Tormont and his troops assembled in the moonlight and lined up on the main road between the Silver Pine Forest.

Looking at the wooden fence erected high at the entrance of the Lordaeron Kingdom/army camp, Tormon couldn't help but frown - he led the troops on the night attack this time, and he didn't carry any tools to pull out the wooden fence.

This was, of course, due to Tormon's lack of experience in commanding, but he knew how to make up for it.

"Call me those mages, quick!"

Tormont pulled out his one-handed sword at his waist and whispered to the guards around him.

……

Winlessa was on a pine tree—a pine tree, to be exact, near the top.

Perhaps climbing such a pine tree would not be easy for ordinary people, but Wen Lessa's body was exceptionally light, so it didn't take much effort.

Winlessa was in charge of keeping an eye out of the pine tree and, if given the opportunity, was tasked with sniping at the enemy's senior officers.

Standing high and looking far away, through the moonlight through the woodland and the torches around the camp, Winlessa clearly saw a sudden commotion in the dark and oppressive kingdom/army of Gilneth not far ahead, and then those black shadows flashed to both sides, and several huge carriages with two horses galloped out of the army formation of the kingdom/army of Gilness.

"Strange...... They came to sneak attack, how could they bring such a thing as a carriage? ”

Winlessa muttered to herself, then stepped on the pine branches under her feet with both feet, and unwhelmed her Windranger longbow with both hands.