When the mages who rushed in front of him were shot and rolled off the carriage, Tormont felt that something was wrong.

He slowed his pace and carefully looked at the tents that had already been set on fire, and found that there were no burning enemy troops in the tents, and there were not even screams coming out.

Of course, this is a very strange thing, could it be that the army of the Kingdom of Lordaeron is sleeping soundly in the burning tents?

No matter how stupid Tormont was, he knew it was impossible, and he soon realized that it must be a trap.

- The hateful Lordaerons, who had long expected their attack to come, had set themselves a trap, a deadly trap.

After all, Tormont had not been in the army for long, and he was a commander with little experience; Faced with such a scene, although he did not immediately flee, he did not have the ability to make a decisive decision in a short time.

Just when Tormon was a little confused, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth rushed past him with shouts and rushed deeper into the Lordaeron Kingdom/Army barracks.

"Lordaeron Royal Guard, charge!"

A high-pitched shout came from the depths of the kingdom/barracks of Lordaeron, followed by thunderous horses' hooves that echoed the slight tremor of the earth.

"Cavalry?"

Tormont was shocked - at its core, the Kingdom of Gilneth was a seaside country, and similar to the Kingdom of Kurtilas, there weren't many horses here.

Tormont had never heard the sound of thousands of horses galloping, but on the battlefield, once such a number of cavalry charged, would not give a young commander like him even the slightest time to react.

Countless heavy cavalry in silver-white armor whizzed through the burning tents, their two-handed swords and sharp spears glistening in the light of the twin moons.

"For Lordaeron!"

The burly knights shouted and threw their weapons into the throats of the enemy—already this afternoon, the camp of the kingdom/army of Lordaeron had been leveled enough for the cavalry to gallop back and forth. 、

Not so long ago, those mages were riding in a carriage and were addicted to galloping, and now. Their bones are still cold, but their allies have already tasted the taste of being trampled by horses' hooves.

The one-man tall horses were well-trained, and they skilfully avoided the somewhat sluggish counterattacks of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneis.

With the knights on their backs, they continued to assault forward.

Only the unluckiest of the royal guards of Lordaeron would fall off their horses for some insignificant reason, surrounded by the delicate kingdom/army of Gilneis; More Royal Guards of Lordaeron wielded their weapons and harvested the helpless souls in front of them.

Infantry and cavalry, completely unable to fight on such terrain, not to mention. The kingdom of Gilneis/army is still at a disadvantage in numbers.

"Don't run! Counterattack! Counterattack! ”

Tormont and his guards shouted loudly in a vain attempt to stop the retreat of the kingdom/army of Gilneis; Under the sharp blades of the guards, it is true that most of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth chose to turn back to face their enemies after hesitation.

It has to be said that Jean Greymane has a lot of prestige among the people of Gilney, and these soldiers are not cowards like rats, and they will not be easily defeated.

However, the enemies they faced were too strong - the Lordaeron Royal Guard had defeated the formidable Orc Army and the Troll Empire over the past few years, both in terms of military literacy and self-confidence. They are the most threatening armies in the human kingdom.

The counterattack of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth did not save the defeat of the raid, but only sent more blood and death in vain.

The cavalry of the Royal Guard of Lordaeron slowed down, the blood-soaked ground began to make the horses' hooves slip, and the horses could no longer gallop freely in the camp laden with corpses.

But even if the speed was reduced, those mighty knights on horseback still stepped on the invisible rhythm of the drum, cooperating with each other, skillfully sending the enemy in front of them into the abyss of death—at this moment, the meaning of their existence. It's killing, killing for the sake of the royal family of Minethir.

"It seems that Lord Kanter can already deal with these enemies."

Arthas glanced out from the door of his father's tent, then lowered the curtain and draped his coat. King Terenus, half-leaning on the marching bed, said.

- How sad it would be if the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth knew that they had not even been able to storm within two hundred meters of King Terenus's tent in this battle.

"What's next, what are you going to do? Attack all the way and take Jean's palace? ”

Of course, King Terenus knew what the fainter and faintest shouts of killing outside the tent meant. He had already moved past tonight's battle and set his sights on the future.

"At first, I planned to follow these failed kingdoms/armies of Gilneth to take the opportunity to take down the Wall of Greymane, but then ......"

Arthas stood at the door of the tent, looking at his father, and his tone paused; Seeing the smiling expression on the old king's face, Arthas shook his head helplessly—he knew that his father had already seen through what he was selling, so he had to continue.

"But then I gave up on this idea, and now we don't have enough people to take down the entire Kingdom of Gilneth. I'm going to wait a little longer, King Daelin's fleet should be on the voyage, and with the latest information, King Solas's army has set foot on the Hillsbrad Hills. When they arrive, let's move on. ”

Alsace said.

"Aren't you worried that this will delay the warplane?"

King Terenus asked with a smile.

"Of course not, and ...... This is our best choice. ”

Arthas replied with a smile similar to that of his father.

……

"Master, what were you talking about?"

Leaving King Terenus's camp, Frostmourn couldn't help but wonder in her heart and asked Arthas.

As for the little magic sword, she only knew that her master and her master's father had just shown a strange smile in her eyes in the camp, but she didn't know what made people so happy.

"You won't like it, Frost."

Arthas shook his head, not giving Frost Grief an explanation.

In tonight's battle, although Arthas had given up on taking the Wall of Greymane further, they were completely at a disadvantage due to the recklessness of the commanders of the Kingdom of Gilney. (To be continued.) )

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When the mages who rushed in front of him were shot and rolled off the carriage, Tormont felt that something was wrong.

He slowed his pace and carefully looked at the tents that had already been set on fire, and found that there were no burning enemy troops in the tents, and there were not even screams coming out.

Of course, this is a very strange thing, could it be that the army of the Kingdom of Lordaeron is sleeping soundly in the burning tents?

No matter how stupid Tormont was, he knew it was impossible, and he soon realized that it must be a trap.

- The hateful Lordaerons, who had long expected their attack to come, had set themselves a trap, a deadly trap.

After all, Tormont had not been in the army for long, and he was a commander with little experience; Faced with such a scene, although he did not immediately flee, he did not have the ability to make a decisive decision in a short time.

Just when Tormon was a little confused, the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth rushed past him with shouts and rushed deeper into the Lordaeron Kingdom/Army barracks.

"Lordaeron Royal Guard, charge!"

A high-pitched shout came from the depths of the kingdom/barracks of Lordaeron, followed by thunderous horses' hooves that echoed the slight tremor of the earth.

"Cavalry?"

Tormont was shocked - at its core, the Kingdom of Gilneth was a seaside country, and similar to the Kingdom of Kurtilas, there weren't many horses here.

Tormont had never heard the sound of thousands of horses galloping, but on the battlefield, once such a number of cavalry charged, would not give a young commander like him even the slightest time to react.

Countless heavy cavalry in silver-white armor whizzed through the burning tents, their two-handed swords and sharp spears glistening in the light of the twin moons.

"For Lordaeron!"

The burly knights shouted and threw their weapons into the throats of the enemy—already this afternoon, the camp of the kingdom/army of Lordaeron had been leveled enough for the cavalry to gallop back and forth. 、

Not so long ago, those mages were riding in a carriage and were addicted to galloping, and now. Their bones are still cold, but their allies have already tasted the taste of being trampled by horses' hooves.

The one-man tall horses were well-trained, and they skilfully avoided the somewhat sluggish counterattacks of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneis.

With the knights on their backs, they continued to assault forward.

Only the unluckiest of the royal guards of Lordaeron would fall off their horses for some insignificant reason, surrounded by the delicate kingdom/army of Gilneis; More Royal Guards of Lordaeron wielded their weapons and harvested the helpless souls in front of them.

Infantry and cavalry, completely unable to fight on such terrain, not to mention. The kingdom of Gilneis/army is still at a disadvantage in numbers.

"Don't run! Counterattack! Counterattack! ”

Tormont and his guards shouted loudly in a vain attempt to stop the retreat of the kingdom/army of Gilneis; Under the sharp blades of the guards, it is true that most of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth chose to turn back to face their enemies after hesitation.

It has to be said that Jean Greymane has a lot of prestige among the people of Gilney, and these soldiers are not cowards like rats, and they will not be easily defeated.

However, the enemies they faced were too strong - the Lordaeron Royal Guard had defeated the formidable Orc Army and the Troll Empire over the past few years, both in terms of military literacy and self-confidence. They are the most threatening armies in the human kingdom.

The counterattack of the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth did not save the defeat of the raid, but only sent more blood and death in vain.

The cavalry of the Royal Guard of Lordaeron slowed down, the blood-soaked ground began to make the horses' hooves slip, and the horses could no longer gallop freely in the camp laden with corpses.

But even if the speed was reduced, those mighty knights on horseback still stepped on the invisible rhythm of the drum, cooperating with each other, skillfully sending the enemy in front of them into the abyss of death—at this moment, the meaning of their existence. It's killing, killing for the sake of the royal family of Minethir.

"It seems that Lord Kanter can already deal with these enemies."

Arthas glanced out from the door of his father's tent, then lowered the curtain and draped his coat. King Terenus, half-leaning on the marching bed, said.

- How sad it would be if the soldiers of the Kingdom of Gilneth knew that they had not even been able to storm within two hundred meters of King Terenus's tent in this battle.

"What's next, what are you going to do? Attack all the way and take Jean's palace? ”

Of course, King Terenus knew what the fainter and faintest shouts of killing outside the tent meant. He had already moved past tonight's battle and set his sights on the future.

"At first, I planned to follow these failed kingdoms/armies of Gilneth to take the opportunity to take down the Wall of Greymane, but then ......"

Arthas stood at the door of the tent, looking at his father, and his tone paused; Seeing the smiling expression on the old king's face, Arthas shook his head helplessly—he knew that his father had already seen through what he was selling, so he had to continue.

"But then I gave up on this idea, and now we don't have enough people to take down the entire Kingdom of Gilneth. I'm going to wait a little longer, King Daelin's fleet should be on the voyage, and with the latest information, King Solas's army has set foot on the Hillsbrad Hills. When they arrive, let's move on. ”

Alsace said.

"Aren't you worried that this will delay the warplane?"

King Terenus asked with a smile.

"Of course not, and ...... This is our best choice. ”

Arthas replied with a smile similar to that of his father.

……

"Master, what were you talking about?"

Leaving King Terenus's camp, Frostmourn couldn't help but wonder in her heart and asked Arthas.

As for the little magic sword, she only knew that her master and her master's father had just shown a strange smile in her eyes in the camp, but she didn't know what made people so happy.

"You won't like it, Frost."

Arthas shook his head, not giving Frost Grief an explanation.

In tonight's battle, although Arthas had given up on taking the Wall of Greymane further, they were completely at a disadvantage due to the recklessness of the commanders of the Kingdom of Gilney. (To be continued.) )

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