The roaring sound of horses' hooves was like a continuous thunderbolt, exploding on the heights of Arahi.

If you haven't seen it with your own eyes, it's hard for most people to imagine what a magnificent spectacle it would be for tens of thousands of knights to gallop on horseback!

Highland Knights.

Another honorific name given to the knights of the kingdom of Riptide by the natives of Azeroth.

In that era when the Arasko Empire had not yet collapsed and the seven kingdoms of mankind had not yet gone its own way, it was those Highland Knights who fought on the front line of the battlefield against the alien race, and supported half of the Arasko Empire with senseless sacrifices and glorious victories.

Even if time flies and thousands of years have passed, the highland knights are still the crown of the Seven Kingdoms of mankind in terms of cavalry strength alone.

And now, once again, the Highland Knights have stepped on their horses and spears in response to the call of the Azeroth Federation to fight for all of humanity.

A qiē is like going back thousands of years ago, that most glorious years of mankind.

The stars and moon are high, and the night breeze is blowing.

A reinforcement of 12,400 Highland Knights was now galloping on the Arathi Heights, marching towards the Hills of Hillsbrad in the stars and moon. As the vanguard of the reinforcements of the alliance side, the knights of the kingdom of Fort Rapids, who occupy the geographical advantage, are destined to be the first (reinforcement force rushing to the battlefield.

But the Highland Knights aren't alone.

The dwarves of Ironforge, who had already issued the mobilization order, were following suit, and had now crossed the mountains and swampy wetlands of Lokmodan to reach the Sadol Bridge. The Hammer Dwarves from Eagle's Nest will enter the Hillsbrad Hills, via Icewind Hills. and make peace with the Highland Knights under the city of Tarummere.

"Your Royal Highness. It was late at night. "Lieutenant Valokar, the commander of Prince Garin's bodyguard, rode to Prince Garin's side. Dutifully reminded: "A long march is a test for the horses and warriors, should we rest on the spot for the night and recuperate." ”

"After all, according to the intelligence of those Alterac agents, the vanguard of the Horde has been recommended to the front line of the abandoned Dunhold Castle and is marching towards the dwarven outpost of Dangalok." A hint of worry appeared on Lieutenant Valokal's face, and he said in a worried tone: "It is very likely that we will plunge headlong into the ambush of the Horde, if the soldiers are not enough. Then once a battle breaks out......"

The vast plateau landform and lush pastures of the Arathi Highlands make it an excellent production area for highland war horses. Every highland knight on this expedition is at least one person and two horses, and a few knights can even achieve one person and three horses, which greatly improves the reinforcement speed and endurance of the reinforcements of the Arashi Kingdom.

But even so, the high-intensity march of nearly two days and nights still left the Highland Knights sleepy.

"It's almost the border, lieutenant, let the soldiers hold on a little longer. Let's just say we'll be repairing under the walls of Soradin tonight. Garin Tolbain pulled out a forced smile and explained to his most loyal men. After all, according to His Excellency's plan and arrangement, we don't have much time. ”

"Forgive me for my presumptuousness, Your Highness the Prince. But ...... Your Excellency," said Lieutenant Valrocar, with some hesitation. Tentatively asked, "Is it really the legendary one?" I'm still a little incredulous, after all, they've been missing for years...... They haven't been heard from since. ”

"That's right! That's him! Said the mysterious figure. Garin Tolbaine's young face flashed with frenzy and adoration. At this moment Garin Tolbain is less like a prince and more like an avid star-chaser.

However, this sentiment is understandable. After all, no matter who can see their childhood idol with their own eyes, excitement is inevitable.

Speaking of that Excellency, Prince Garin's mind could not help but return to the uneventful summit in the Northshire Abbey.

―――――――― the dividing line of memory――――――

Perhaps in Anduin's mind, the summit of the seven countries of the alliance should be solemn and solemn.

However, when the young prince pushed open the door of the chamber in the company of the Duke of Berval and the Countess of Catlana, Prince Anduin was stunned and stunned for a moment.

There was tension in the venue, and the leaders were at loggerheads.

It was a completely different scene than Anduin had in mind.

"Everyone!"

"Ladies and gentlemen! Be quiet, please! ”

The royal elite education made the little prince quickly hide his stunnedness, constantly speaking out in an attempt to stop the chaos in the venue and get the summit back on track.

However, not many people in the audience cared about Prince Anduin's words. Representatives of the various parties of the alliance quarreled with each other, and even several of them who had a grudge against each other were still insulting each other. In the midst of the boiling sky, the voice of an inconspicuous human child was drowned out in the noise.

But Anduin Ureon was no ordinary child, nor was he an ordinary prince.

A brilliant holy light shone in the venue, and the ash messenger in Mograine's hand resonated with the pure holy light in an instant, and there were bursts of Qingyue contention like a reflection of each other, and the ancient bronze bell on the bell tower was slowly shaking under the stirring of the holy light that rose to the sky on the little prince's body, and a series of solemn and distant bells rang in everyone's ears, gradually calming everyone's anxiety and irritability.

For a while, all the leaders in the audience fell silent, turned their heads and looked at the stubborn little prince of Stormwind City under the holy light with unexpected eyes.

"Everyone, please be seated!" Surrounded by the realization of all the leaders, this made the little prince who was experiencing this kind of battle for the first time a little nervous, but soon Anduin took control of his feelings and showed a maturity that did not match his age: "The situation at the front is not good, and I hope that the summit can start as soon as possible." ”

"Who are you, little ghost? What about Varian? My intelligence report is that I have returned to Stormwind after being missing for a long time yesterday. As soon as the little prince's words fell, Lord Perinold, who represented the former kingdom of Alterac, had already spoken in an unkind tone: "Is there no one in Stormwind City anymore, so I let a milky imp preside over this summit?" ”

"Aiden Perrynord." At this time, he had been standing beside Anduin and did not speak, and Duke Berval spoke. His Excellency the Archon gave the provocative Syndicate leader a deep look. In a flat tone, he reminded, "Prince Anduin is the only son of His Majesty the King, and the undisputed future king of the Kingdom of Stormwind. ”

"Do you need me to remind you of what our honor of Stormwind is up for?"

Under the threat of Berval Vortagen's flat tone, Aiden Perrynord, who had been constantly provoking the leaders since he entered, decisively stopped speaking, which made several leaders at the round table who had long looked at him unpleasant snort in unison. The originally tense atmosphere in the monastery eased a lot for a while.

But no one noticed the secret eye contact between Countess Catlana, who was willing to accompany the last seat, and the spoiler.

"I don't mind if it's King Varian or Prince Anduin presiding over the meeting."

Another leader's voice rang out in the room.

Putting the shining Ember Messenger behind his back again, Old Mograini stared at Anduin and Boval with a slight look in his eyes, and said in a resolute tone:

"But I refuse to talk to the Gilneys about any more ridiculous covenants."

"I understand that you are still living in the past, Your Excellency, High Lord." The words of the Ember Bringer sent the monastery cold again. However, the little prince who presided over the meeting on behalf of his father did not give up his efforts: "But people change." A person, a country, can also make up for his mistakes. Maybe you should give Jean again? His Majesty Greymane had a chance, and he had given the Azeroth Federation a chance. ”

"We all knew the horror and power of the tribe in the past wars, and now they are stronger than ever. If we don't unite all our forces and choose to go it alone, none of us will be able to win! ”

"Whether it's Stormwind, Lordaeron or Gilneis...... Or some other country," the little prince's immature but wise gaze swept to the other leaders at the round table, and none of them fell: "We are all human beings first, and only then are we divided into nations." ”

"Actually, I really yearn for that era."

Anduin's immature face suddenly became stern and solemn:

"I remember, in the glory days of the Azeroth Alliance. The knights of the Alliance were armed with spears and fluttering banners—and when the trumpet sounded, the blades of the Alliance were unstoppable. ”

There was a sudden silence in the room.

"I remember it in the history books. The battlefield was a sea of flags embroidered with Lordaeron's sword and shield. Alterac's Eagle Vulture, Stormwind's Lion, Gilness's Claws, Stormgard's Iron Fist, Dalaran's Violet Eye, and Kul Tiras's Iron Anchor, Sword and Lighthouse. ”

"I remember that the warriors of Gilneth stood shoulder to shoulder with the warriors of Lordaeron; I remember that the royal knights of Stormwind Kingdom and the highland knights of Riptide Castle were once dependent on life and death; I remember that the Scouts of Alterac had fought with the mages of Dalaran; I remember that under the escort of Kurtilas's warships, the alliance of the Seven Nations went forward and was invincible! ”

The crowd at the round table seemed to follow the voice of the little prince back to the shining age of the sages—a time when the blood in the bodies of the human aristocracy had not yet become indifferent.

"I remember the ancestors of that era, and they still kept their vows—"

"Do you remember that oath?"

"Of course I do."

The leaders in the hall closed their eyes slightly, folded their hands and then interlaced their fingers, clenched them, and placed them on the tip of their noses as if in prayer. The answer in their hearts was clearer than all else, and seven different voices chanted in unison at this moment:

"I swear to lead my people - to turn them away from strife and slaughter, from pride and greed!"

"I make the most unbreakable oath under this sword!"

"The brotherly kingdom of Azeroth will stand side by side, life and death, and fight together!"

When the last syllable fell, the hearts of the tough Ember Messenger, the sinister Lord Perinod, or the arrogant Admiral Tanred were in a trance. The young boy spoke so clearly, and it seemed to hit the softness of everyone's hearts.

The atmosphere in the room was a little strange for a while, and all the leaders, including their companions and retinues, seemed to have been baptized by the vicissitudes of history.

"Stormwind has produced another great diplomat, even if he is still a child."

After a long silence, old Mograine seemed to let go of something, and wordlessly shook the hand of King Jean Greymane, who stretched out his hand, and then looked at Prince Anduin, who was sitting at the top, and broke the silence with words:

"But with all due respect."

"The Scarlet Crusade is the only hope for the restoration of the people of Lordaeron, and my comrades and I will not hand this force to any commander who has not proven himself! Not even Bervar or Varian! ”

Even with a reversal of attitude, Mograini's tone remained tough and unquestionable. He has experienced countless battles in his life, and he is accustomed to seeing the scene of exhausting the three armies to death, and when it comes to the issue of the commander of the coalition forces, the Ash Messenger will never have any compromise!

"I haven't seen you for years, but you're still the same, Alexander."

A gentle but magnetic voice sounded in everyone's ears, and a tall, strong figure crossed the door and entered the gate of the monastery.

"I'm so old, and my temper is still the same... Hot and stubborn! ”

It was a middle-aged man with a strange charm, neatly armored and a sassy soldier, always with a warm smile on his face. Meticulously combed hair and a thick short beard make up an integral part. The years have left a little imperceptible mark on his face, and some fine lines have crawled on the corners of his eyes, but those dark blue eyes are still clear and pure, making those who look into it almost feel like they are topless. Beside him, a tall and dignified High Elf Ranger strolled with the man's fingers clasped together.

"You see that I have the qualifications and privilege to command the Scarlet Crusade, and I look forward to fighting alongside the soldiers of Lordaeron once again."

The moment the voice sounded, the always calm Grand Lord Mograini was instantly stunned.

The Ash Messenger, who rarely lost his temper, stood up from his seat with red eyes and strode forward, hugged the comer without saying a word, and gave the tall man a big hug despite everyone's puzzled eyes!

"Tulayan !!"

The Ember Bringer's voice trembled a little, as if he couldn't believe it. The man gently patted the back of the Great Lord Mograini with a smile on his face, looked around at the alliance leaders who were overwhelmed by the sudden change at the conference table, and said lightly:

"It's me."

"I'm back!" (To be continued......) I1292