Countess Katrana had a grim look on her face, he didn't have much hatred for the tribe, but she had an extremely strong ** for war.

In the case of Defia, the countess used a high-pressure policy of force to suppress these brothers who were once members of the Masons' Society.

"These newly-born tribes still retain the evil deeds of the old tribes, even if the problems in the western wilderness are very serious, but Your Majesty, I still hope to send troops to attack the tribes. Make these vile tribes pay. The countess said fearfully that the world would not be chaotic.

"The horde is full of crimes, but we no longer have the strength of the alliance of the past, the kingdom of Dalaran has fallen, Gilneth has withdrawn from the alliance, and Lordaeron is now in ruins, and we are really out of luck. Stormwind is only the last line of defense of the Alliance. Bolval said realistically.

The countess did not continue to speak, she looked at Varian quietly, waiting for him to speak.

Field Marshal Windsor has been standing by the sand table of war, witnessing this high-level meeting.

His face was confused, as if he had felt something during this conversation.

Since the end of the Second Orc War, after the sacrifice and death of Sir Lothar and Tulayan, the upper nobles of Stormwind City have gradually emerged in the dispute. The old forces, the Iron Horse Brotherhood, were all suppressed.

In their place are the new aristocracy, the forces that support it.

Wendthor knew that the current Lordaeron was already the political empire of the nobles.

This time. When the Horde landed in Lordaeron, King Varian was hesitant and considered whether to send troops or not.

This would have been during the Second World War. Sir Lothar had already taken the Iron Horse Brotherhood and rushed to Lordaeron for the first time.

The Alliance has been hit hard, not only in terms of external strength, but also in the internal political machine, which has dealt a heavy blow to Stormwind internally. The concentration camps in Stormwind Fortress and the prison in Dunhold made the nobles of Stormwind think that they had no worries anymore.

However, the tribe has now re-emerged. And gained a foothold on the continent of the West. This time, they were able to once again ascend to Lordaeron's old soil, ignoring the agreement they had just signed. It can be seen that the current tribe has a tough attitude.

Windsor pondered that if Stormwind was to get out of this weak state, it would have to remove the nobles and abolish the aristocracy in Stormwind. Let the real King Varian rule the kingdom.

It's all there. Let Windsor discover that he is in the middle of a conspiracy. Karazan's future had told him that he would die at the hands of the Black Dragon, and perhaps, within Stormwind, there was a giant hand in control of the politics here.

Wendsol wasn't sure, but he was sure. What kind of predicament is Stormwind in?

Varian finally ordered that the dignity of the Alliance could not be buried in Varian's generation.

"Field Marshal Wendsol. I command you to lead the Royal Knights of Lordaeron to Lordaeron. Drive the horde out of the Eastern Kingdoms! Varian said with a burning gaze.

Windsor gave a military salute, and although he did not object to sending troops this time, he still wanted to ask one last question: "Your Majesty Varian, I would like to ask whether our Royal Knights marched into Lordaeron to sweep the tribe or kill the undead!" ”

Katrana hurriedly said, "Marshal Wendesor, have you not heard clearly what His Majesty has just ordered? ”

Wendthor looked directly at Varian, not caring what Katrana had said.

Varian was silent for a moment, took a deep breath and said, "The main task is to clean up the tribe, but if necessary, the marshal can also help the local forces of Lordaeron to jointly attack the undead scourge of Lordaeron, depending on the situation." ”

"Take your orders, Your Majesty." Wendthor leaned down and took the order.

The countess's fierce eyes fell on Marshal Windsor, and in her heart, in Stormwind, another enemy entered her sight.

This battle-hardened marshal seems to have seen through the crisis in Stormwind.

After Marshal Wendthor received the order, he immediately ordered the Royal Knights of Stormwind to go to the harbor, where the Royal Fleet had already been parked. The next morning, the Royal Knights were ready to march on Lordaeron.

When Marshal Windsor boarded the fleet, there were already a dozen old knights of his age waiting in the fleet. The costumes of these old knights were not as gorgeous as they had imagined, and the armor on their bodies was a little old, but it still exuded a metallic glow. The heavy shield and sword still exuded power.

"You, my old friends." When Wendthor saw these old knights, he burst into tears and said in a choked voice.

"Marshal Wendsol, we want to take your ship to Lordaeron." An older knight said. This knight, who was an old friend of Windsol and Tulayan's bodyguard, was named Actturs.

Wendthor took the initiative to stretch out his hands and said respectfully, "Welcome, Iron Horse Brotherhood!" ”

The old knights stood on the empty deck, and with trembling hands, they gave a respectful military salute to Marshal Windsor.

After the end of the Second War, the Iron Horse Brotherhood had not fought in a war for many years. When these elderly warriors heard that Wendthor was going to Lordaeron, they immediately packed up and came to the port of Stormwind, ready to go to Lordaeron with Windsor.

The goal of these battle-hardened soldiers is not to settle old scores with the tribes. In their eyes, the people of Lordaeron need help more. Although the tribe is a great enemy, now is not the time to fight to the death.

The knights of the Royal Knights did not know much about these old knights. One by one, they boarded the ship and hoisted the flag of the Royal Order. A heavy horn sounded in the harbor, and the fleet officially began to depart.

The Royal Fleet marched southward.

In the royal fleet group, a small ship also fluttered a flag, even if the flag was a little worn, it looked a little out of place with these gorgeous fleet groups. But. When Marshal Windsor saw this flag, he still saluted respectfully.

He will never forget the flag of the Iron Horse Brotherhood that once flew in the flames of war. It is this banner that carries the future of the entire Stormwind City.

Fuhang and Woking went all the way north to the Valley of the Hearth.

Hearthvale is still just a small town in Lordaeron, but it's no longer inhabited.

When the Undead Scourge marched into the Western Plaguelands, the Scarlet Crusaders took over and built a simple barrier here to use it as a base against the Scourge Legion.

The topography of the Valley of the Hearth. Set against a closed mountain range. This is the end of the plague land in the western north of the north, and in the event of war, just retreat here. It has already fallen into a heavy encirclement, encountering enemies on three sides, and only the back side is a safe place. However, this northern. Tall mountains indeed.

Touch through the hidden woods. Fuhang would like to have a brief understanding of the situation here.

The gates of the Valley of the Hearth are closed, and there are many bloody crusaders on the walls. Their faces were a little tired, and in front of the city gate, there were many white bones, and it seemed that the undead scourge had been coveting this place for a long time.

However, the number of bones of the undead is not large. Looks like there's just a battle here. Or some minor friction.

Tailan also followed Fu Hang, and his words were a little nervous: "Fu Hang, there are a large number of undead approaching here, and the leader seems to be an undead mage.

It seems that Kel'thugad is about to launch a general offensive here.

"Let's hide and wait for an opportunity to help the Crusaders in Hearthvale repel this group of undead." Fu Hang proposed.

Fu Hang wanted to continue walking on the eastern slopes, and in order to avoid being discovered by the undead army, he deliberately reminded the paladins and the orcs of Kukaron to march carefully.

Drilling into the layers of woods, the undead army will not be so easy to find out, there is another army here.

After hiding, Woking, Fuhang, Tyran, and Fording sat together. We are discussing countermeasures.

"Although Wojin brought an army, the number of orcs in Kukaron is only a hundred, and if we sum it up, the entire army is not enough for more than three hundred people." Fuhang thought about it, and indeed, this army is a bit small.

Ferding said: "These undead legions from Naxxramas are as good as the undead they have encountered before, and our army is under a weak city, so it is naturally unrealistic to fight hard. ”

Woking humbly listened to Ferdin's opinion and said, "What is the best way for the knight of Ferdin?" ”

"Take the initiative!" Ferdin's words are astonishing.

Even Fuhang was taken aback.

Isn't it hard to say yes? That's a contradiction.

"Old Fording, you're not mistaken, let's take the initiative?" Fu Hang's jaw was about to drop to the ground, he asked in disbelief.

Fuding's face was calm, and he said: "The information sent back by the scouts is that this undead army has a thousand in number, and there are many kinds of undead, and its strength should not be underestimated. But there was only one direction for them to attack, and that was the Valley of the Hearths to the north. ”

"If we take the initiative to work on the backs of the undead army, the undead army will be attacked on its back, and it will be difficult to take care of the enemy." Ferding said.

It's not a good idea to do that.

"I agree, just do it, but when are we going to attack?" Fuhang continued to ask.

"When the Crusaders in the Valley of the Hearth are about to hold out, that is, when the undead army is most consumed, at this time, both the victorious side and the defeated side are the most vulnerable moments. The losing side will fall into despair, and the side that will win will also enter a relaxation phase for a while. "Fording is a seasoned veteran, and he knows a lot about the game on the battlefield.

The plan was good, but the only flaw was the Crusaders, and it cost them a lot.

However, in order to win the battle, sacrifice is inevitable.

"Give the order, we are ready to fight." Fording commanded.

Fuhang nodded, for him, at any time, he had to take the lead. His own abilities, he himself knows. Sometimes, if Fuhang can exert 100% of its strength, then the army will have one less casualty, so relatively speaking, it can add an additional combat effectiveness.

The members of the Fuhang team quietly touched the front line.

The division of labor among the team members is extremely clear, and Talma takes the lead in reconnaissance work. Cartier is responsible for applying buffs to his teammates to enhance the overall combat effectiveness of the team, and Bane and Thatch are the team's main anti-stress tanks. The final Fuhang is the soul of the whole team, which is the output!

The army of the undead slowly marched forward, and this time the army of the undead brought not only Vagri, the Crypt Lord. Fu Hang clearly saw that there was a frost dragon in the sky. It can be seen that the combat power of this frost dragon is no worse than the undead bone dragon encountered before, because it can fly.

There is such an air overlord, and Fuhang is deeply worried about the Crusaders defending the city in the Valley of the Hearth.

Under the breath of the Frost Dragon, the soldiers who were originally in the high ground became live targets, completely losing the advantage they should have.

In the middle of the tall undead creatures, a necromancer walks leisurely. His physical body was still very sound, and it was obvious that he was still a human being. However, although he is human, he is a plague mage through and through.

Fuhang recognizes him, one of the boss leaders of Naxxramas, the number one boss of the plague zone, North!

His mage outfit and dark eyes made Fuhang recognize him at a glance.

He was also a mage from the Eastern Kingdoms, and joined the Cult of the Damned with Kel'thugad.

Under the bondage of Kel'thugad, his heart was frozen and he became a complete slave to the Scourge Legion.

Such people are the most miserable, being controlled by others for no reason, doing things they don't want to do at all. Fate is also controlled by others, and there is no chance to resist.

Sometimes, Fuhang feels that this world is still very cruel. There are many people, or other biological populations, who have things that he can't change, and can only bear the pain silently.

North was blinded, just hurrying forward.

The Crusaders of the Valley of the Hearth soon discovered this undead attack. The soldiers quickly cheered up, stood neatly on top of the tower, and clenched their longbows in their hands.

"Quick!" A lieutenant shouted.

"Put!" With a flaming arrow, it is projected into the camp of the undead army.

The Frost Dragon was dissatisfied with the Crusaders' resistance. It let out a heavy breath, and the cold frost breath invaded the entire tower.

The Breath of Frost froze all the more than two dozen soldiers on the city tower. Unable to move.

Soon, the next group of archers were replaced, still attacking the undead army.

Three bloated and massive abominations stood at the front of the troops, using their bodies to fend off the flaming arrows for the undead behind them. (To be continued......)