"Still no information from them...," Father Terenus sighed to himself. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

As my father said, although the war reports still came from the south as always, the content was much less than before, because the messengers were all from Lothar, and he surrounded and suppressed the orcs hiding there to fight guerrillas in the Eagle's Nest Mountain all day long, so that he bullied those orcs hiding in the mountains to fight guerrillas, even if he was victorious, it was not exciting news. The real focus is on the other team of Alliance Legions. It was Tulayan, who was leading half of the Coalition army towards Quel'Thalas, along with Khadgar and Aurelia. They spotted the orc army heading there and hurried there to rescue them, so the team didn't send messengers to contact us very often.

This means that whenever there is a little bit of information there, it will be taken seriously by the father. Because the Father understands what the loss of the High Elves will mean to us. He just silently hoped that their fellows, who were far outlived humans, would be able to survive the support of the coalition forces. And most importantly, after their own army helps them fend off the enemy, this powerful race will definitely help our alliance wholeheartedly.

After a few more days, the report of the battle finally came from Quel'Thalas, except for the area around the Sunwell, the whole of Quel'Thallas was burned into a sea of fire by the red dragon, although most of them fled to the Sunwell or were rescued by Tulayan and others to flee their homes. But at least thirty percent of the High Elves must have been reduced to ashes along with their homes.

Their actions have completely angered the High Elf King Darth Rema, who has survived for tens of thousands of years, and he is determined to do everything in his power to help us fight off the orcs. Once again, the alliance deserves to be strengthened. And in general, we have some tendency to move back. But we're still at a disadvantage, mainly because their tribe enslaved the Red Dragons, and the large, invulnerable flying units that are fast, popular, and deal massive damage have given them another qualitative leap in military power. Their presence means that we have lost our original superiority in the sky during the battle.

Even now we avoid fighting them, and the war of attrition has become very difficult because of their presence, because the supply guards simply can't compete with those dragons, and they have the ability to come and go without a trace, and even here, the red dragons can be seen in the royal city of Lordaeron. On the other hand, because their supplies are protected by dragons, our sneak attack has become a complete suicide under the obscenity of those behemoths.

In general, the alliance has reached its most difficult period, and the balance of victory has gradually tipped in their favor.

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Maybe if this continues, it will only be a matter of time before the Horde defeats us, for this. Everyone in the know knows it all too well. And this is best manifested in the fact that the normally kind father is now often angry with each other when supplies or messengers are reduced to ashes by the guerrilla red dragons.

Another seemingly uneventful day began.

"Be sure to send supplies to Tulayan, they still have a lot of elves and dwarves in need of help!" I had just entered the council chamber when I heard my father's roar, and it was clear that the supply had been infested by the red dragon again.

"But!" said one of the ministers below, hurriedly trying to explain the truth. But before he could speak, his father's words were shut again

"Nothing, go!"

Seeing this, to be honest, I was very helpless, the supply line was harassed, just like what happened to the tribe at the beginning, and I now begin to understand a little bit of Ogrim's Hammer of Doom's mood when his supply line was unstable, not to mention that he was still a proud warrior, I think he must have been more annoyed than my father is now.

So he chose to attack Quel'Thalas. It has to be said that he really has a vision that their race does not have. Maybe we should also learn from them, and now appear in places they don't expect.

In unexpected places, I always feel like I'm missing something. But it was soon the return of the captain of the King's Guard that made me think of the thing that shocked me the most. Something I used to prepare for a lot.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! "It was one of my father's warriors, and though I don't remember his name, I have never seen him so alarmed.

"Here, you mean?"

The father questioned, he still hoped that the old warrior was just a little dazzled, so he glanced at the young guards who came with him next to him, maybe the father really hoped that the young men would tell him that this guy was crazy, but the guards just nodded in fear and kept nodding, which showed that they were just lying to themselves by thinking so.

"Perinord!! you damn bastard. ”

For the appearance of orcs, everyone will think of the reason at the first time, it is nothing more than that the cowardly and selfish Lord of Otlante has created evil, no warning, no resistance, no call for help, which can only indicate one problem, that is, he has fallen to the tribe. Cursing at the lord of Alterac, his father walked through the corridors of the castle to the balcony with a view to the south, where he had only come to relax when he was tired from the work of state, and the skylight looked out over the fields and lakes as far as the eye could see. Even if you are in an irritable mood, you will go with it, but when you come here this time and see that the ground is gradually darkening here, my father's mood becomes heavier because of this scene.

I went with it, and likewise, when I saw the boundless tide of darkness, my face instantly turned pale. It's hard for me to imagine how we were able to defeat these beasts at that time. If you want to see that result, you have to do three things: ask for help, close the door, and prepare for war.

When I awoke from the fear before me, I found that my father had given these three commands. Although the odds may seem slim, it seems that my father never wanted to give up. I noticed that his face was no longer full of fear, but more like a warrior who had gone to his death, calling the warriors who remained in the city to climb the high ground. It was then that I remembered that I had almost forgotten that my father had been a brave warrior and a good general. Maybe a general who can bring us miracles.

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Thankfully, they were passing through Lake Lordanmere, which gave the people of our neighborhood time to escape back to the main city of Lordaeron. Similarly, the property they left behind outside the city can also slow down the progress of the ravages of the greedy.

When they actually came to the city, we were fully prepared to deal with it. Almost all the warriors who were able to fight made it to the walls.

The protracted battle with the Horde sent almost all the strong men of the country to the front, and only a very small number of them and some craftsmen remained here. Thankfully, this protracted battle has resulted in a large number of wounded, most of whom are there, and while it is true that they are a little overwhelmed by the fact that they are left to fight without recovery, their experience in fighting the enemy can always guide the novices on how to deal with the enemy. And as a material supply depot for the Alliance, we still have enough strategic supplies to help us deal with the enemy. These are what we call some of the advantages.

When the tribe climbed the ladder, there was always hot oil for them. In the same place, I could see the fangs of the orcs, as well as their necks, wrists, and some tassels, bones, and medallions on their heads. Seeing them like this, I was honestly still a little scared when I saw them for the first time. However, this feeling was quickly drowned out by the cacophony of sounds. Because we don't have time to feel it, we can't go, because I have to do everything I can to let the light illuminate this place.

When my father saw that Varian and I were also on the battlefield, he looked at us with a solemn face, hesitated for a moment, and then went about his departure, probably wanting to condemn the unauthorized actions of our teenagers. But the rest of us built fortifications together. It may have made him give up on this idea, after all, there is nothing more powerful than the nobles and commoners working together.

And it's not for nothing that we're still here, and while the power of the Light I can provide is insignificant compared to regular paladins like Tulayan, I can see that the people around me are still inspired. In the same way, Thassarian and Melvin also mastered the path of Light at this time, and their bodies emitted their own power. Seeing the three of us emit the holy light, Varian, who had been facing the orcs below with hatred on his face, also immersed himself in the holy light and became calm. Perhaps he decided his ambition at this moment. He will surely become a great Paladin King, if he can pass today, of course.

I don't know how much our prayers worked, but the outcome of the war was satisfactory. After a long day of fighting, the orcs finally withdrew their troops temporarily. But when I left, I noticed that the guys were not depressed, but generally smiled. It's as if the city is what they have.

I might have guessed why, these guys may be waiting for their allies, the Red Dragons and Ogres, these behemoths in the air and on land, to whom they are vulnerable even in the fortified walls. At that time, we will no longer have the strength to stop their attack.

And my father, who was also excited, looked puzzled when he saw the orcs, and then his face turned pale, perhaps he also thought of what I thought.

He didn't order all the people to be vigilant, but ordered everyone to rest, and only let a few people, including him, go on patrol for the night, which of course was the result of a few of us insisting on it. Seeing the determination of a few of us, and the change of his plans for the king, he may have felt the need to teach us one last lesson. So let's sit down and have a long talk with him.

"Children, I'm really sorry to have you in such a harsh war at such a young age. You should be protected at this age. ”

"If you think it's a mistake to form an alliance to resist the orcs, then we're sorry, it's our presence that has caused you to send almost all of your troops to the front line. If ......," Varian bowed his head, as if he was genuinely sorry that his country had channeled the flames of war here. But his words were also interrupted by my father

"No, you misunderstood, for the sake of this world, all sacrifices are at will, and no country in the human race is alone, all difficulties will eventually have to be faced together, Stormwind is just the first ring, maybe the first ring is Lordaeron, maybe it is Riptide Castle. We are all the same, we are insignificant in front of the whole alliance. After his father finished speaking, Varian nodded as if he didn't understand.

Time was silent for a few moments before another voice broke him.

"Then we're not going to end up here. Thassarian asked a strange, but most practical, question with a little sadness, and he knew this fact very well in his heart, but he still wanted to get the approval of the person he respected most, or that he could get a white lie.

If I didn't know him, maybe I would say that he was afraid of death, but I know him, he doesn't mean himself, but his family, because he keeps looking in the direction of his own home, where his favorite little sister may be asleep, and his own father has gone to the front with Lothar.

"It's over? It's not over forever. Death is just another way, one that we all have to take. The curtain of the world may have been lifted, but what will come with it will shine like silver crystals. And then you will see it, forever, forever. ”

I even let out a wry smile when I heard this, and I thought maybe I thought so when I turned into a Death Knight and stabbed Frost Grief at him.

Maybe I shouldn't have laughed like that, at least not at this time, because my actions had already caught the attention of those present, as if I was challenging my father's enthusiastic speech. So a question came to me.

"I would like to hear your opinion at this time, my proud Alsace. My father asked me with a kind and doubtful face.

"Of course, but not now, but tomorrow when our most glorious moment comes. "I think of tomorrow when Danas Berthorn and Tulayan will each lead the army here. Of course, this shouldn't be what I know now.

"But why are you laughing?" said the silent Melwyn at last, asking me a question

"For we will be glorified in the end, and this is what we seek forever. Isn't it?" I looked into the distance and waited for the place where they might appear, which was also the rear of the orcs camping.......