The town of Stratholme in the early morning is shrouded in a faint layer of mist. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The whole city was as asleep and silent as its inhabitants; However, in a clearing to the south of the town, there stood more than a dozen tall war horses.

Arthas rode on his mount, Invincible, and this time Frostmourn sat in front of him, leaning backwards into his arms.

Little Demon Sword's mood looked very good, and the smile on his face was also very bright.

Only Arthas knew that this was because he was worried about the soundproofing of his tent during this period of military life, so he did not overly mourn his relatives at night with Frost's sorrow.

Before, the little magic sword would definitely set up its own spell to block the shameful voices of her and Arthas.

However, Frostmourn would always be tossed half-dead by Arthas, and by that time, her spells would no longer be sustainable.

The three Windranger sisters led by Aurelia did not accompany Arthas, after all, this time Arthas had only come to meet the Allies.

In addition to the human horses, two war sheep roamed the horse team, and on top of them were two dwarves, Muradin Copperbeard and Furstad Brute Hammer.

The combined forces of the Dwarves of Ironforge and the Hammer Dwarves had arrived near the town of Stratholme a week earlier, and Arthas greeted them, arranging a garrison for the Dwarven allies, and distributing food and supplies.

At Arthas's side, Danas Thorbain rode on his mount, his great two-handed sword dangling near the saddle, and his faithful lieutenant Ricks at his side.

This time, Fort Torrent sent a total of 25,000 elite militiamen, led by Prince Danas, to be dispatched by Arthas.

That's the most of any human kingdom involved in this battle, but Arthas isn't worried about the ownership of any command.

Not to mention the fact that the personal friendship between Alsace and Danas was good, and in the event of a war he would have fully respected the advice of the experienced marshal.

Mograine and Uther also arrived in this clearing early with a few paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and what they had to do today was to meet the last force of the Allies.

- The army from Stormwind.

"Am I late?"

A light purple light flashed, and Mage Khadgar appeared out of thin air beside Arthas.

In this war, Dalaran also promised to help, and they sent a mage army under the leadership of Khadgar Mage.

This mage unit lives inside the city of Stratholme, not in the barracks, so Khadgar Mage arrived a little late.

"No, Khadgar Mage, Stormwind's army hasn't arrived yet."

Arthas shook his head, then said.

"I see."

Glancing at his "half" disciple, Master Khadgar nodded and didn't say anything more.

Unlike the others, Mage Khadgar could keenly feel that the aura emanating from Arthas was becoming more and more like someone he knew.

- Archmage Crassus of the Council of Dalaran Kenrito, a red dragon in human form.

Archmage Antonidas spoke to him about this change in Arthas, and they agreed that it was due to the influence of the Red Dragon Queen.

But after more detailed scrutiny, the two mages could not come to any conclusions; But...... If that's the case, it shouldn't be a bad change.

Muradin's Copperbeard and Furstad Brutehammer stand together.

It's not that they don't want to talk to other people, it's just that the height of the mounts on both sides is different, and the difference in height makes it really difficult to have a conversation.

"What are you looking for, Furstad?"

Muradin looked at his brute hammer relatives and asked suspiciously. From the very beginning, Furstad was like a hound looking for prey, looking around, as if looking for something.

"I didn't ...... Nothing ......."

Furstad hurriedly explained.

However, no one could explain the doubts in the heart of the Hammer Dwarf - why was the young and beautiful High Elf lady not here today?

Just as the most well-trained horses were impatiently spewing white steam from their noses, the sunlight finally dispelled the fog near the town of Stratholme, and Arthas and the others were able to see the mighty army that had marched not far away.

"Arthas!"

The army was still not far away, but a few horses had already left the group and were galloping towards this side.

At the head is none other than the current king of the kingdom of Azeroth, Varian Ureon.

"Varian? How are you?"

Even when his childhood friend came to him, Arthas couldn't believe his eyes, and he asked suspiciously.

"Haha, Teacher Lothar was originally coming, but there was something in Stormwind City that he needed to deal with, so I came with the army."

Varian reined in his steed, let the beast hoof up and lower it in front of Arthas, and said excitedly.

"But, after all, you're the king of Stormwind, so leave ......"

Arthas said hesitantly.

"What does it matter, anyway, Teacher Lothar and I, as long as one person stays in Stormwind City."

Varian said indifferently.

"That'...... Well......"

Since Varian said so, Arthas didn't know what to say; The playmate's trust in Anduin Lothar was at its peak, allowing him to hand over everything he had without hesitation.

"Don't be a mother-in-law, Arthas, although something went wrong, but we arrived on time now...... When are we going to send troops out and teach those green-skinned mongrels a good lesson? ”

Varian said excitedly to Arthas.

Green-skinned mongrels were originally a disdainful term for orcs, but they hadn't been in the world for six years, so they gave it to their allies, the trolls.

What does it matter? They're all green anyway.

"As soon as possible. Varian, you go and give your men a break and set up camp. Then we hold a military meeting, and after the goals and tactics are determined, the war is about to begin. ”

Arthas said to Varian.

"That's amazing...... I hope those greenskinned cubs can be planted a little, and I won't have a lot of fun killing with my warriors! ”

Varian said with a frenzied look on his face, laughing.

Despite his great contempt for trolls, in fact, Varian also has a potion in his body that contains the blood of trolls' rage, and the presence of this potion makes him irritable and eager to kill.