There must be enough militia in the vicinity of the royal city of Lordaeron to ensure that the royal guards of Lordaeron, who have already headed for the Silver Pines, will not have time to return in the event of an accident. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Second...... As with the first point, Arthas believed that most of the lords and nobles of Lordaeron were loyal to their family, but there were some ill-intentioned people like Adras Pernord.

Therefore, Arthas will not transfer those militias, leaving the interior of the Lordaeron Kingdom empty, giving these guys a chance.

Therefore, instead of rushing, it is better to loosen the noose in his hand first, and let Jean Greymane breathe for a while.

Wait until the news of this great defeat reaches the royal city of Gilneth to-night, and Arthas is sure that such news will not be hidden; He wanted to see what tricks Gene Greymane, an old fox known for his cunning, could play under such unfavorable conditions.

……

Tormont didn't know what his distant uncle, Jean Greyman, could do, but he knew he was done.

In the face of the ferocious onslaught of the Royal Guards of Lordaeron, even loyalty to the Greymane family and the coercion of Tormont and his guards could not bring the feared soldiers back to the battlefield.

The retreat swept through the armies of the kingdom of Gilneth like a tidal current, and the soldiers dropped their weapons and passed by Tormont and his guards, fleeing backwards in panic like outlaw boars.

"Go back! Get back to the fight! ”

Tormont waved his weapon in vain, until his guards dragged him along with him to join the fleeing army—loyalty was one thing, martyrdom was another; Even Tormon's personal guards didn't want to die here with him.

Instinctively running away at his feet, Tormont's face was dead to ashes; He kept muttering "what if", and even though he was still running, he didn't think he could escape back to the wall of Greymane.

Even if he were the commander here, he would not be able to get the soldiers who remained in the fortress to open the gates while he was outside the city—especially with a large number of pursuers behind him—Tormont's seniority was too young for him to have enough time or talent to establish such prestige.

Moreover, even if those soldiers were not very good at using their brains and were willing to open the gates for Tormont, there was no way for him to run back to the wall of Greymane.

Arthas and Kante did not intend to follow these deserters and wait for an opportunity to attack the Wall of Greymane, so the royal guards of Lordaeron were ordered to crush these kingdoms/armies of Gilneth once and for all.

The two-legged infantry naturally couldn't outrun the four-legged horses, and the cavalry of the Lordaeron Kingdom were tightly attached to the deserters of the Kingdom of Gilneys, and on the other hand, they divided into two groups of cavalry and quickly circled the sides of the troops of the Kingdom of Gilneys from the flanks.

Tormon was rushing forward like a headless fly when he suddenly bumped into another Gilneth Kingdom soldier in front of him.

Only then did the front-line commander realize that his troops had stopped fleeing.

Are these kingdoms/armies of Gilneth planning to rise up against them?

- Of course not, they didn't have the courage to do so, otherwise they wouldn't have run away in the first place.

The road that had been flat and wide was now blocked by the way of the kingdom/army of Gilneth - a dozen thick pine trunks lay there, and behind the trunks, a large army of heavily armed and silver-clad royal guards of Lordaeron had established an impenetrable defensive line.

Kanter, the commander of the Lordaeron Royal Guard, had already made arrangements - this afternoon, a group of Lordaeron Royal Guards quietly left the barracks and lurked in the interior of the Silver Pines Forest.

In the middle of the night, when the shouts of slaughter erupted, the royal guards of Lordaeron went around to the rear of the Gilneth Kingdom army, knocking down the pine trees that had been almost sawn down before, blocking their way home.

For the sake of the bigger picture, Alsace would not have caused a massacre in the kingdom of Gilneth - although he did not hesitate to do so in times of crisis.

But at the same time, Arthas will not miss every opportunity to weaken the kingdom/army of Gilneth - he will not give these soldiers of the kingdom of Gilneth a chance to escape and become prisoners of war, their only fate

"Lay down your arms and surrender!"

"Lay down your arms and become a captive!"

……

The Lordaeron Royal Guard surrounded those Gilneth Kingdom soldiers from all sides, enclosing them in a relatively loose encirclement while commanding loudly.

Most of the Gilneth Kingdom army had already thrown away their weapons, and they were powerless in the face of the iron hooves and blades of the cavalry.

However, even so, these soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth were silent, and despite the fear of death, no one wanted to be the first to bend their knees.

"Lay down your arms. We lost. ”

Tormont hesitated for a moment, then threw his one-handed sword to the ground and said to the guards around him—I don't know if the royal meant the battle tonight or the war as a whole.

The "clanging" and "clanging" voices came and went, and the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth chose to compromise with someone taking the lead, and Tormon, who was also the closest to the royal family and had the highest rank.

"I need to see King Terenus, I'm the commander here, Tormund Greyman."

Tormont squeezed through the crowd and walked to the front of the defeated army, shouting at the royal guards of Lordaeron in front of him.

It was a long time before a few of the royal guards of Lordaeron rode a few steps from the cavalry, looking down at Tormont Greymane with cold eyes on their tall horses.

"What should I do?"

One of the knights asked his companion.

"This guy is the royal family of Gilneys, and he is probably also a nobleman...... Well, search him, don't leave a piece of iron, and take him to the king. ”

One of the older Lordaeron royal guards said that Kante was not there, so the decision could only be made by a few of their squad leaders.

……

The rules of war between human kingdoms are peculiar, and there is always preferential treatment for nobles - as long as the nobleman does not die, and until his family refuses to use ransom to help him out of captivity, the safety and dignity of the nobles can always be properly guaranteed.

Tormon was no exception - although his men had been tied in ropes after their surrender, no one had tied him up until he met His Majesty King Terenus.

In his tent, His Majesty King Terenus received the captured supreme commander of the enemy army.

"Your name is Greymane? Who are you Jean? Son? ”

King Terenus, dressed a little more formally, sat on the edge of the marching bed, and looked with interest at the captive in front of him, who was considered a young man.

"No, nephew, distant."

Tormont replied.

"So...... What do you have to say to me, boy of the Greymans? Don't say anything if your words aren't very important, I still need to rest. ”

When King Terenus realized that the other party was not Jean Greyman's son, he immediately lost interest and said listlessly.

Arthas pursed his lips - it seemed that his father was bent on comparing himself to Jean Greyman's son! But that day should not be far off, no more than a month at most, and the kingdom of Gilneth will cease to exist; In the meantime, I'm sure I'll be able to meet those princes here.

"That's right, Your Majesty King Terenus. On behalf of His Majesty King Jean, I would like to ask if Lordaeron is declaring war on Gilneis. ”

Tormon ignored King Terenus's contempt for him, and instead asked aloud.

"A declaration of war? Is there any doubt about this? If we are not in a state of war, why are you