A crow flies between the mountains, over the deep valleys of the mountains, and over the dense forests. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

After gliding on the updraft, a wide highway running from north to south suddenly opened up in front of you.

The road leads south to Ironforge, the capital of the Copperbeard Dwarves, and north to Stratholm in the Eastern Plaguelands, where 300 years ago humans, dwarves, and High Elves were the most important supply routes for the entire eastern kingdom.

Today, a large army of various ethnic groups along the way occupies the wide road and marches towards the north. Along the way, the flags were unfurled, the mighty drums and trumpets came and went, and the horses and heralds shuttled back and forth, and the shouts and cheers did not stop for a moment.

Even from a high altitude, there is still no leader in front of the team and no end in the back, and this army is the main force of the alliance attacking the Arathi Basin.

They counted nearly 20,000 light cavalry of the Eastern Legion of Stormwind, about 10,000 dwarf chocobo cavalry, and 10,000 dwarven Anweimar goat cavalry legions. Coupled with the Knights of the Holy Light of Stormwind City, the Iron Mountain Guards of Ironforge Fortress, and a dwarf technician mechanical brigade, the entire army totaled nearly 60,000 people, and rushed towards Shushan Town.

There were more than 10,000 original inhabitants in the Arathi Basin, and the population that moved later was barely 20,000, plus the royal family of Stormgard and the Iron Arm, a total of no more than 20,000 people. In this battle, the Alliance's army was more than twice as large as the total population of the Arathi Basin!

Never before in the history of warfare has there been such a disparity in forces, and the reliance of the Arathi Basin side is only on that fortress and its special terrain.

There are pros and cons to everything, and although such a terrain is easy to defend, once it is about to be stormed, the whole basin is stuffed inside, and there is no place to escape. Therefore, all the Alahi side can do in this battle is to defend to the death!

The crows began to fly forward along the main road, along the huge army formation that winded like a long snake, more than one army after another, and after about half an hour, finally caught up with the advance of the army, and here, it was only 30 kilometers away from the fortress of Shushan. At the forefront of the team, the stars gathered, all of them were bright and bright.

"Druid?" The leading Regent, Berval Pagodagen, looked overhead, his brow furrowed, and then looked to his side. Next to him was a flatbed carriage loaded with hay, on which lay a middle-aged man with a bearded scum.

"Mr. Fishfood, can you take him down?" Bervar asked respectfully, and the senior generals who were guarding him looked at each other, they really couldn't understand how Lord Regent could be so polite to this drunkard.

Speaking of which, calling this guy a drunkard is a promotion of him, and even a beggar would despise him if he was placed in Stormwind. And this man was uneducated and vulgar, and after the regent's questioning, he turned out to be the same half-dead strange appearance.

The fish food lies on the hay pile, dangling leisurely with its eyes closed, and a wheat stalk in its mouth, taking a bite from time to time. The straw was curved into a tin jug, which was placed on the right side of his face.

Don't bother to move when you drink, have any of you ever seen such a lazy person?

Fortunately, his attitude towards the regent was not bad, and when he heard the inquiry, he opened his eyes very "admirably", glanced at the crow that happened to fly by, and then closed it again.

"Out of reach." The fish food was concise and to the point, and after speaking, he took a sip of "slippery", his face was full of intoxication, and he muttered, "The rum in Hidden Treasure Bay is really strong!" Hmmm......"

"Hahahaha." Unimpressed, Bolval burst out laughing.

At that moment, a scout with a small flag on his back galloped forward, and when Bowal saw the man, he raised his right hand in a fist. With a loud shout from the pro-soldiers, the entire army began to stop one by one.

The scout came to the opposite side of Boval, stroked his chest and bowed his head and shouted: "The scout has reached outside Shushan Town, please ask the commander-in-chief to give further orders."

"Oh?" The chief of the general staff on the side hurriedly asked: "Quickly report the enemy's troop deployment."

"No need." Without waiting for the scout to reply, Bolval abruptly urged his horse out of battle and galloped forward alone. "I'll go and see for myself, and the army will prepare in place."

As soon as his words fell, a group of golden-armored cavalry flashed out of the vanguard of the army and chased after him, these were the Paladin Guards directly under Berval, and only they could follow the guard commander without receiving an order.

In the sky, the crow looked back at the paladin troop behind him who was hurrying north, and began to lower his altitude.

After flying for a while, the mountains in front of me opened a big opening, and the Shushan Fortress had arrived! There were archers patrolling the city, all of them calmly, as if they were completely unaware that the enemy army had pressed the border.

The crow lowered its altitude again, swept through mid-air, and flew directly to the top of the city. As soon as it landed on the battlement, its body immediately twisted and expanded, and in the blink of an eye, it became a young druid in a feather cloak.

This man is none other than the Night Elf Druid, Blue Feather, Night Wind.

"Mr. Blue Feather, how far is the enemy?" Someone whispered a question at his feet, and when he looked down, he saw a big man with a full beard sitting on the ground behind the arrow stack, his helmet and armor neatly armed.

He wasn't the only one, but behind the skirt of the wall was full of heavily armored soldiers, sitting next to the wall, and there was nothing to see from the outside.

The man who asked the question was the commander of the Iron Arm Legion, Sergio Siso.

"There are still 30 kilometers left, and you still have to wait." After Lan Yu finished smiling, he began to run north on the arrow stack, his body was extremely light.

At each end of the fortress there was a tall and magnificent fortress, and the current wartime headquarters was located in the northernmost part.

As soon as Blue Feather left, Sergio took out a wooden card and pressed it to the ground, pulled out a dagger, carved the number "30" on the wooden card, and then tilted his head at a soldier next to him. The soldier hurriedly took the wooden card, climbed under the skirt of the opposite wall on all fours, and threw it down with his hand.

The wooden card did not fall to the ground, and as it approached the ground, it was grabbed by a steady hand.

It was a tall, lanky man who glanced at the wooden sign in his hand and immediately turned to the rear. Behind him was a huge square, and the ground was densely packed with people, each with bows and arrows placed beside him.

These are organized militias, and there is no doubt that the northern men will make bows and arrows, and with a little training, they are good long-range marksmen.

"The enemy is 30 kilometers away, and the news is immediately transmitted to the rear." The archer threw out the wooden card, and a half-grown boy copied it, turned and ran to the rear.

There was a barracks in the back, but today it was not soldiers stationed here, but ordinary people in motley clothing. They also sat on the ground against the barracks, waiting quietly, and almost no one was nervous.

These were the people who had come to defend the city of their own volition, and in fact, if it were not for the permission of the above, the whole of the Arathi Basin would have to rush to the city spontaneously. For the war-torn inhabitants of the Basin, they had seen so much war and bloodshed, and in their minds, could the Alliance be more powerful than the Orcs? And the orcs have been beaten away by themselves, huh......

The wooden sign was sent here, but it was still not the end, and the leader only glanced at it, then returned it to the young man, and patted his ass with his hand, "Go quickly, pass the news to everyone." ”

The young man, like a little rabbit, jumped up and continued to run westward, through uninhabited alleys. For security reasons, all the residents of the town have been evacuated and gathered in the west of the town.

However, it was not only the townspeople who gathered there now, but the young men ran out of the town and looked down to the west, only to see that there was a large lake about 300 meters in diameter against the town, and along the shore of the lake, it was densely packed with tents, and it was roughly estimated that there were several thousand!

Except for those who have real mobility problems, almost all the residents of the Arashi Basin have gathered here spontaneously.

"The enemy is coming!" The young man shouted as he ran down the high slope, and his shout immediately alarmed the people. Countless people poured out of the tents, dressed in earthen weapons and armor, and viciously concentrated at the entrance of the town, cursing all the way.

"Bunnies, it's coming!"

"Where, where? I'm going to see how many heads they've grown. ”

"Adam, take a good look at your sister, your mother and I are going to kill people......"

All kinds of sounds erupted at the same time, mixing together, and it was almost like steaming and boiling the lake.

The young man was stunned by the sound, and hurriedly stopped these people, jumped to his feet and shouted: "Don't go over, the commander has an order, you stay here first, wait for the next order."

"Yes, sir." The leading tower-like man hurriedly stood upright, performed a "military salute" he created, and then turned around and shouted, and everyone sat on the ground unwillingly.

"Wait." Looking at the performance of the people, the young people were satisfied. (To be continued.) )