A mixed army of about 30,000 men from the east and north of Stormwind slowly marched north against the walls of Greymane. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

After struggling in that circle for several days, Menotti finally rushed out with his men, and there were not many deaths, but thousands of wounded were left behind, and now the two legions with losses had shrunk considerably.

However, with an army of 30,000, what else can not be done in this chaotic north?

"Lord Menotti, your subordinates are so embarrassed, did they encounter the main force of the enemy army?" At the front of the army, Wendthor asked suspiciously, with a hint of schadenfreude in his tone.

Menotti snorted coldly, turned her head to look west, and did not respond.

Turning his head, Menotti's brow furrowed, and he saw a figure about a kilometer away on the majestic wall of Gremairn, parallel to the advance of the army to the north.

After another moment, the figures on the high city appeared one after another, and their numbers began to increase gradually.

"Your army's intelligence is excellent, may I ask, who are these people?" Menotti asked, pointing his horsewhip at the Wall of Greymane, diverting the subject that was embarrassing him.

Wendsol also frowned, beckoned back, and one of his own soldiers urged his horse to catch up, whispered to Wendsol and retreated.

"Gilneth had a widespread werewolf outbreak last year, and in order to resist the mad King Jean, a leader was born here - Vincent Gaufrey, who was originally Lord of the Kingdom, and now serves as the provisional consul of Gilnes, these are probably his subordinates." Wendthor said.

Menotti nodded, and didn't say much, in his mind, although these militia organizations have a certain number, they don't have much combat effectiveness, and it's okay to harass and sneak attacks, and if they fight head-on against their regular army, they will inevitably collapse at the touch of a button. In addition, he brought a letter from the regent this time, about this...... Lord Vincent, appeasement is to be conquered, and it is not conquered by force.

"Master Menotti, don't be underestimated." Windsol reined in the reins and turned around and ran to the rear.

Unlike the arrogant Menotti, the Northern Army has been repeatedly attacked since the beginning of the war, and Wendsol is much more cautious about military situations. His team was originally closely behind the Eastern Legion, and when he returned to his main position, the Northern Legion stood upright, allowing the Eastern Legion to take the lead.

In a large corps with mixed cavalry, infantry is the lead, and cavalry is the most aggressive way of advancement. It is the safest way to take the cavalry as the vanguard and the infantry to lag behind.

Menotti looked at the Northern Legion, which was gradually left behind, and snorted coldly with disdain, It seems that you Wendsol is scared. However, they were of the same level, and he did not have the command authority of the coalition forces granted by the High Command, so he could not interfere with other armies.

"Medium-speed march." Wendsol gave a faint order, and the huge cavalry formation started from the forward, and accelerated with a volley, and the war horses maintained a trotting posture and marched forward.

This is a forest area, and it is impossible for a war horse to run wildly, and medium speed is already the limit.

On the west side of the city, militia-like people continued to climb up, and now thousands of people have gathered. After the Eastern Legion began to speed up its march, they simply began to run along the wall, maintaining a parallel with the cavalry front.

Menotti never looked over there, more than a thousand militiamen? It's just ants. In addition, these militias only followed and monitored the whole time, and did not make any excessive moves.

More than 10,000 cavalry advanced, and the momentum was hard for those who had not experienced it to imagine, and it seemed that the entire land of Gilneth was trembling. Menotti is in high spirits, and if she advances a little further, the northern homeland of mankind will all be trampled under the iron hooves of the great army, oh...... Except for Lordaeron, who has completely perished.

Lordaeron is now the realm of the undead, and Sylvanas is leading the Forsaken to entrench it, and taking it should be the next step.

In the midst of the calculation, the front of the army lit up, and his vision suddenly opened up, and he had already driven into a glade.

This open space is extremely large, with a diameter of several hundred meters, and the ground is covered with broken trees and debris. At the other end of the clearing, a group of avengers dressed in blue waited for them, and when they saw them, Menotti smiled.

The enemy troops, who had been fighting like cats and cats, finally showed up, and it seemed that the ranks of refugees were ahead, and they could no longer give up their brigades to fight. As long as this small detachment is annihilated, the strategic purpose is completed, and the remaining branches can be handed over to the local garrison.

Is the war coming to an end? Menotti was a little complicated and waved his hand forward: "The 11th, 12th, and 13th hussars to the left, and the 14th, 15th, and 16th to the right, outflanking from both flanks, and the rest of the troops advancing in the middle. ”

It was an open field, but the ground was full of fallen trees, and it was difficult for horses to move, so there was no way to charge, but there was no need. Menotti had two light cavalry to outflank the flanks, and if the avenging army dared to retreat, it would lead it into the ranks of the refugees.

The people in the dense forest on both sides neighed, and the Chinese army paused for a moment, and began to slowly push forward, and the military formation was as majestic as a mountain.

At this moment, an indifferent voice suddenly came from the depths of the dense forest opposite: "No need, stay all." ”

The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, pressing on the hearts of the cavalry of the Eastern Legion, and Menotti couldn't help but strangle the army.

"Lord of the Arathi Basin!"

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Cheng Xiaotian walked through the refugee team, and before he had gone far, he heard the sound of hooves on the opposite side like thunder, and the enemy's army had already chased it!

At this moment, all kinds of feelings came to my heart, there was anger, hatred, despair, and finally all converged into boundless killing thoughts. At this moment, he no longer thinks about territory, victory or defeat, he just wants to kill.

"No need, just stay." Hearing the loud shouts from the other side, he began to adjust his formation, he said coldly, and then stepped out of the dense forest and entered the glade.

In front of him were 200 revenge troops, following their men all the way, all looking back at him with excitement on their faces.

"My lord, is there any result for Dalaran?" Lanya asked eagerly.

Cheng Xiaotian's face became more and more gloomy, and he walked to the middle of his subordinates step by step, his eyes swept over the faces full of anticipation, and finally fell on Lan Ya's face. Lan Ya also seemed to realize something, the excitement on her face gradually faded, and the frustration gradually came up.

"Now, I'm going to issue an order." Cheng Xiaotian was still expressionless, and the soldiers all dismounted and listened to the order.

Directly opposite, Menotti also seemed to smell something, and did not let the army advance again, watching from afar.

"Next is the order, listen well, don't disobey!" Cheng Xiaotian's tone was emotionless, cold as ice, and ordered: "Wait a while, if I die, you will leave immediately, cross the sea to Emei City in Kalimdor, find the water elf queen there, let her relieve the siege of the Arathi Basin, and then, let my people go to Kalimdo." ”

Speaking of this, Cheng Xiaotian suddenly "chuckled" in his heart, remembered what Medivan had said at the beginning, and an evil fire rushed up.

"Dog thing! Medivan! If I don't kill you, I will not be a man! Cheng Xiaotian turned around abruptly and roared madly at the south.

In connection with what happened in Gilneth, Cheng Xiaotian instantly concluded that there must be a shadow of Medivan behind this war. He hated, hated himself for why he didn't take advantage of his weakness to pinch him to death, so that the northern land would suffer such a catastrophe!

"What are you going to do, my lord?" Lan Ya still hadn't remembered Cheng Xiaotian's order, and asked tremblingly.

"What? Young master, I'm going to kill someone today! Remember what you have just commanded, and let no one come up. Cheng Xiaotian said viciously, passed through his subordinates, and walked alone to the huge military formation opposite.

Looking at Cheng Xiaotian, who came with a murderous aura, Menotti didn't know why, not only was she not happy, but her face gradually sank. (To be continued.) )