"Second line of defense...... Danas smiled bitterly, shook his head, and did not answer Arthas's question directly, but instead asked Ricks, the adjutant beside him, "Ricks, if you are left alone now, go outside the city to face the thousands of orcs who may be in existence." Aside from the military order, are you willing to do this? ”

Under Arthas's puzzled gaze, Ricks was stunned for a moment, and then immediately whispered, "Even with my bare hands, I am willing to fight those green-skinned cubs to the death." Danas smiled approvingly and added, "Very well, I see what you think." Now, Ricks, explain to the Prince of Arthas why you are willing to do so. ”

Ricks nodded, straightened up, and after giving a military salute, said sternly, "I am from the Dabire Farm in the Arathi Heights, and from there it only takes a day to take a carriage to the Sadol Bridge. Behind me is the home where I grew up, so that it will not be invaded by those green-skinned cubs...... I am willing to pay with my life. ”

Danas took a few steps forward, tapping lightly on the plate armor on Ricks' chest, then turned and looked into the distance outside the fortress of Dammod, still shrouded in darkness, knowing that in that darkness, the advance army of orcs might have been assembled and would attack the fortress at any time. ,…,

But there should be some time - Danas told himself. Danas felt obliged to teach Alsace, a young prince who had enough courage and insight, to teach him something, just as an elder would do to a younger one—that to become a great monarch is only opportunistic.

Danas turned to Muradin and asked, "Mu...... Muradin, do you know how I felt when your dwarven warriors fought the orcs in Dammod Fortress? Muradin shook his head in confusion - he wasn't good at using his brain. Guessing what others are thinking is beyond his ability.

Fortunately, Danas did not have any intention of going to school, and he quickly asked himself: "Shame, I feel ashamed." Both Arthas and Muradin's faces were puzzled and confused, but neither said anything, but waited for the prince of Rapids.

Danas continued: "As Ricks said, I, and these lads, come from all corners of the Arathi Heights. Dabire Farm, Geshak Farm...... And we all have one thing in common, and that is that our home is behind us. ”,…,

Glancing at the subordinates who were already in position at the defensive post, Danas's feelings were a little excited. But for the sake of the combat goal, he tried his best to keep his voice down. The tone had changed to a low roar: "However, just when we should have stepped up to defend our homeland, I could only watch as the dwarven warriors fought the orcs here, while I hid behind the so-called second line of defense. Arthas, Muradin, you know, I am very ashamed of such behavior. ”

Seeing that Muradin wanted to stop talking, Danas came to his side, grabbed his shoulder, pressed it gently, and said: "Muradin, I know that this is not a war between humans themselves, and between dwarves and orcs, there is also a state of war. However, the dwarven warriors who fought so hard in the fortress of Dammod did not have their homes behind them, but in the distant Ironforge Fortress. The warriors fought for honor, and the militia of Fort Riptide fought for their homeland. Out of respect for our allies, we cannot enter the Dammod Fortress without being invited; Shame piles up in our hearts day after day, and today, finally waiting for such an opportunity, so ...... Prince of Arthas, only the blood of orcs can wash away the shame in our hearts. ”…,

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Turning to face Arthas, Danas clenched his fist with the iron gauntlet and slammed it against the plate armor on his chest, making a clanging sound. The prince and marshal of Riptide Castle roared in a low voice, "I don't have the strength of Muradin, and I don't have the strength to smash a gate with a hammer, and neither do these lads under my command. But the blades at our waists are just as eager to rip open the throats of those green-skinned monsters and make them taste the pain of death. Today, now that I'm at Dammod Fortress, I won't let the dwarven warriors stand in my way anymore - even if we pay the price in blood. From now on, the home of mankind will be guarded by human beings themselves! ”

Listening to Danas's words, Muradin sighed deeply, but did not speak. Arthas was silent, but the corners of his eyes had begun to moisten slightly. A surging stream of heat surged back and forth in Arthas's body - the heart that belonged to the military, even after years of silence on Icecrown Glacier in Northrend, it still did not cool down even a bit.

The blood was still not cold, but Mograini did not know when, appeared behind Arthas. The paladin's voice trembled...... Arthas could even hear his teeth chattering - not out of fear, but out of utter excitement: "His Royal Highness Prince Arthas...... Prince Danas, a real soldier. If it were me, if I had the Kingdom of Lordaeron behind me, and the members of the Minahil family, I would not have taken a step back, no matter how strong the enemy was. ”,…,

Arthas gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and whispered, "I understand, Mograini, I understand." "Arthas had said similar things in front of Lordaeron and Aurelia Windranger on the first day after traveling through the flow of time, but Danas's actions were even more tragic and powerful.

As Danas said, humans are not as strong as dwarves and orcs, nor as long as high elves and trolls, but why can such a weak human be able to establish their own brilliant civilization in the vast eastern kingdom and repel the invasions of powerful enemies again and again?

Because of indomitability, Arthas knows the answer to this question. In the face of the troll invasion, humanity resisted and banished them to the forests of the Wraith Lands. Let these once invincible world overlords be under the protection of the ancient barrier, and they will be in constant fear.

In the face of the invasion of the orcs, the humans also fought back, and Arthas also firmly believed that one day, the humans would drive these green-skinned invaders from the other world out of Azeroth, leaving them to drown in the abyss of the endless sea, forever regretting the wrong choice to invade Azeroth.

Face the Scourge Legion...... Thinking of this, Alsace's heart felt a pinching pain. He had brought such a catastrophe to humanity under the control of the Lich King Naozu. That memory is hard to look back on, but Arthas knows that in the hills of Hillsbrad, in the Arathi Heights, in the Elwyn Forest, in the Wild West, wherever there has been an undead scourge, there will be such a group of tenacious and unyielding warriors to give those zombies a resolute counterattack. ,…,

Even if the Burning Legion will eventually invade this world in the distant future, even then, humanity will not give up the pursuit of freedom and the resistance to invasion. Even in the face of the mighty power of the Burning Legion. Azeroth will eventually be ruined, but as long as there is a warrior like Danas and Mograine alive, humanity will never stop fighting.

Even if he is as strong as Sargeras, after destroying the world of Miè Azeroth, what this powerful fallen titan can get is definitely not the submission of humanity, but the epics and biographies of the magnificent human struggle. These ghostly memories will be remembered by this cruel and ruthless god, and in the countless worlds he has destroyed, in a world called Azeroth, there is a group of indomitable beings called humans who have fought back against the invincible forces of the Burning Legion.

Arthas looked at Danas's resolute face, wiped the corners of his eyes again, and smiled happily - after traveling through the flow of time, Arthas was constantly worried about the future fate of humanity and the possible invasion of the Burning Legion. But at this time, Arthas is convinced that even without himself and the sorrow of Frost, humanity will eventually defeat a powerful enemy - humanity will let an enemy who covets his homeland know - and as long as the fighting does not stop, then humanity will accompany him to the end! ,…,

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