Naxxramas, who had not moved, suddenly moved, and the terrifying city of the sky stormed the Chapel of the Wish of Light with a thunderbolt, showing its horror to the world with the blood of the silver dawn, and now its troops were pointed at the hand of Tyr.

In the Stormstorm Fortress, Varian, Grand Duke of Berval, Countess Presto, and Marshal Wendthor all had serious faces, and little Anduin, who was standing beside his father, also had a worried look on his face.

Naxxramas actually moved, the Great Chapel of the Wish of Light fell, and the Silver Dawn was destroyed, and such news dropped a bombshell in this already unpeaceful world. Varian rallied the crowd to discuss how to deal with the matter, as a message for help from the Hand of Tyr had already reached him, and the sender was none other than Scarlett, Queen of Aratho.

Naturally, Varian could not sit idly by and watch the news, but the rescue was not as simple as paying lip service, it was about taking practical action. To rescue others, you must have an army, and it is not easy to send a force to support others in just two or three days.

"Counting the pre-battle preparations and the time it took to teleport, the only troops we can teleport to the hands of Tyre in less than three days are the Expeditionary Force and the Ninth Legion, which are on the front line of the battlefield, in addition to the Guardian Force and the palace guards of Stormwind."

Windsol was a marshal and knew everything about the situation of the king's [***] team, and he only thought for a moment before he said that the kingdom could support the forces of the hands of Tyr.

Time is indeed short, it will not take more than three days from the receipt of the information to the start of the battle of the Hand of Tyr, and the number of troops that can be transferred to the Hand of Tyr in such a short period of time is too small, even if it is given an extra day, Varian can choose several times more troops, how can it be so stretched.

"There will be no major changes in the battle situation in the Arathi Heights, Sylvanas is unlikely to provoke a war at such a time, let the Ninth Legion and Link of Dammod be ready, Wendsol, you select 10,000 from the royal city guards of Marcus, and the palace guards will draw 3,000 men to be led by me to rush to the hands of Tyr."

Varian was going to the Hand of Tyr himself, and the name Kel'thugad spurred him on, and he would take every opportunity to kill the Great Lich if Kel'thugad dared to take it down.

When Arthas killed King Terenus with his own hands in order to resurrect Kel'thugad, it was this incident that Varian could not forgive. Varian, who had lost his parents since he was a child, had a deep admiration for Tyrenus, and had long regarded the wise king as his father. This is evident from his strong support for Terenus' decision not to kill the orcs after the orc's defeat, as the orcs were the main culprit behind the destruction of Varian's kingdom when he was young, and he saw the orc assassin Garona kill his father.

In fact, Varian's fate is also tragic, and God does not have half a point of preferential treatment because he is the second generation of kings.

He had witnessed his father's assassination and heart-gouging death when he was an ignorant child, and soon after that he had his kingdom razed to the ground by the orcs, and he had to fight in Anduin. Lothar fled under her protection.

The destruction of the kingdom left him to live in the court of another country, with King Terenus of Lordaeron. The children of Minethil grew up together. This continued until the Orc tribe was defeated by the Human Alliance, and the reconstruction of Stormwind City destroyed by it was completed.

During this time, he lost Lothar, the legendary hero he regarded as his stepfather, and his closest friend Arthas, who grew up to be a bastard who harmed the world, the first general and second Lich King under the command of Neozu.

This shows the ups and downs of Varian's experience, but it was these hardships that made Varian the greatest warrior and king in human history.

"Your Majesty Varian, let me lead the army, it's too dangerous there."

Varian wants to go to the Hand of Tyr in person to stop Berval immediately, Naxxramas's strength is too terrifying, even if the Hand of Tyre has reinforcements from Stormwind City, it is still at an absolute disadvantage, how can the Stormwind Kingdom allow him to personally risk if it is easy to find Varian's master?

"Danger? Do you think I moved the army to make them pay me for a vacation? ”

"But ......"

"Needless to say, Berval, no one can change what I have decided. Kel'thugad and Arthas, two bastards, I must kill them with my own hands. ”

Needless to say, Arthas, Kel'thugad became the Lich's lifebox forged from the bones of King Terenus, and Varian hated Kel'thugad no less than he did for Arthas.

Seeing Varian's look, Boval knew that he couldn't persuade him, but he wouldn't let Varian go into danger alone, so he said with a firm face: "If you have to go, please allow me to follow you." ”

"No, Stormwind can't be without a strong man."

Varian shook his head, if Bolval also left, he was afraid that the Presto family, which had just been suppressed, would reviralize.

Encountering the rejection, Boval did not remain silent, perhaps most of the subjects of the Stormwind Kingdom did not dare to take a breath in front of Varian, the powerful king, but there was no presence of Berval among these people.

"It's fine to have Archbishop Stormwind, and I'm sure the Archbishop is doing better than I do."

"You ......" Varian glared at Bolval, who met him with a determined gaze, and finally Varian sighed, "Okay. ”

While Bervar and Varian were talking, the others were smart enough to remain silent, and Onexia, who was the Countess of Presto, didn't say a word, and she couldn't help but sneer in her heart, it was good that Varian and Varian trusted Benedictas so much.

When the Stormwind Kingdom mobilized its army, the rest of the world was not quiet, and the dwarven king Magni in Ironforge was not at peace. Copperbeard and the master craftsman Mecatoc immediately put down their business and discussed it when they heard that Axramas was approaching Tyr's hand. Although they were anxious to subdue Nomorigan, Kel'thugad's personal conquest of the hand of Tyr could not help but show that a force of 20,000 dwarves and nearly 10,000 warriors had recently been trained by the pygmy tribe.

The Night Elves continued their silence, the Minotaur taking care of themselves, and the Undercity did not respond.

Thrall of Orgrimmar would have been happy to send troops to support Tyr's hand, but the problem was that the orc army had already been sent out, and they were helping the Minotaurs clear out the resurgent centaurs, and it was too late to send troops in such a short period of time. Fortunately, Woking used the Excalibur of the Troll Empire to gather a lot of warriors of the Troll Clan during this time, otherwise they would really not have been able to get reinforcements from the tribe in this battle.

Warriors from all over the world are converging on the Hand of Tyr, where they will fight a fierce battle against the Scourge led by Kel'thugad, a fierce battle that can affect the course of the world.

The storm of war is blowing, and the Hand of Tyr, who is the center of the storm, is very calm at this time, the Scarlet Crusaders and the warriors of the Silver Dawn are being integrated, Marlan and Karin are arranging the defensive line of the Hand of Tyr according to Scarlett's orders, and Bettina is guarding the teleportation array with the dwarf warriors and blood elves, guarding against possible saboteurs.

Leo is very worried now, he doesn't know if it's his own delusion or something else, he always feels that Patsonia has something to hide from him, think about the two battles of the Hand of Tyr, Patsonia didn't even make a move, she seems to have some scruples after entering the sneak. It's just that she doesn't say Leo, and there's nothing she can do, with Pasonia's surname, if she doesn't want to tell others, Leo won't get an answer even if she asks.

What the hell is going on with Patsonia?

Leo frowned with a troubled expression, his expression causing Leadlin beside him to misunderstand, and the Blood Elf Countess mistakenly thought that this was to express his displeasure to her.

"It's not that Silvermoon City is unwilling to send more troops to come, but that the Amani trolls of Zuljin have made an abnormality, and in order to prevent them, Silvermoon City has to send heavy troops to the Sun Temple, and it is already our limit to be able to draw out a force of 30,000 people."

Waving his hand to show that he understood the difficulties of the Blood Elves, Leo didn't explain much to Lea Delin, he talked about other things.

"I'm not very worried about Kel'thugad and Saffron, I'm afraid that guy will appear, is there a way for Silvermoon City to contact Prince Kael'thas now?"

That guy?

Leadlin knew who Leo was talking about as soon as she groaned, and her face showed a look of confusion before nodding affirmatively.

"It's very likely, the betrayal of Gotik and Anubrekan is attractive enough, not to mention Scarlett, a paladin of the Lothar family, who the Scourge Legion already treats as a second Ash Lord. But it wasn't that easy to get in touch with Prince Kael'thas though, so I had to give it a try. ”

What Leo said made Lea Delin realize the seriousness of the situation, the Hand of Tyr was attractive enough now to have a great chance of attracting the other party, and if this really happened, they were not prepared to take it back, and then they were caught off guard and suffered heavy casualties, which would be terrible.

"You go ahead and try, if you can......" Leo looked at Leah Delin, who nodded at him knowingly before continuing, "That's great." ”

Leadlin turned and walked towards the teleportation array, and after reaching a certain distance, she suddenly turned around, "I heard that you are investigating a hermit in the Plaguelands?" ”

Leo looked at Lea Delin in surprise, the blood elf's intelligence ability is really not weak, and he even knows about it.

"That's right, I heard that there is a strong man who lives in seclusion in the plague land, and is preparing to find him out of the mountains to fight against such a powerful enemy as the Scourge Legion, and it would be good to get an extra boost."

Is it really that simple?

Leadlin didn't believe it, the more lightly and vaguely Leo said it, the more interested she became, in the eyes of the Blood Elf Countess, the hermit was no ordinary powerhouse, because she knew too well about Leo's way of doing things.

"What's that hermit's called?" Leo scratched his face under Leadlin's gaze, with a thoughtful expression, "It seems to be called Tirio. Ferdin. ”

Great Lord of the Silver Hand!

Leadlin's gaze froze, and then a smile on the Blood Elf countess appeared that made the flowers hide their faces.

"There's always a surprise with you, and I'm getting more and more confident in this fight, Leo."

(To be continued)