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No one knows what Alsace will become in the future, but there is no doubt that he is now far more than the tragic prince in the original plot.

"We can't wait for the High Elves to have had enough of their lesson and join the Alliance with resentment. Azeroth has never been calm, the future is unpredictable, and we must unite all the forces that can be united. The kingdom of the Copperbeard Dwarves of Kazmodan has been conquered by the orcs, and only the Iron Forges of the Northern Continent have not fallen, and with the technology of the dwarves, the orcs can create a powerful fleet at any time and land from every inch of Lordaeron's coast! ”

"My son, tell me what we should do." King Terenus looked at his son with pleased eyes.

"Send troops, go north, the trolls will go to war at any time, we must save the trolls before they hit Quel'Salas hard!" Alsace's blue pupils seemed to reflect the clear sky, and his handsome face was full of confidence, hiding the youthful childishness between his eyebrows.

If they had followed the path they had taken, the original Arthas would have mastered the sorrow of the frost, without pain, without sorrow, with an empty heart, and would destroy Lendanren and Quel'Salas with his own hands.

Now, he also holds the sorrow of frost in his hand, but he is fighting to protect the alliance, and behind him is no longer an ugly undead with a ghostly light.

There are 35,000 knights of the Moonlight Knights and 361 knights of the Silver Hand Knights, all of them!

Because Chu Ci handed over the Moonlight Knights to Arthas, although the first batch of paladins such as Saidan Dasohan and Gavenrad Doom were unhappy, they still obediently handed over the command to Arthas, who was only ten years old.

"For the Alliance!"

Arthas lifted the Frost Sorrow, and the sound of magic spread across the plains.

"For the Light!"

Uther also raised his sword, and the holy light slowly bloomed through the sword armor.

"Kill!"

"Silver Hand, charge!"

The elven armies that fought at the gates of Silvermoon were exhausted, the mages' magic began to dry up, the rangers' bleeding fingers could not be drawn, and the few warriors fought bravely, long drowning in the tide of trolls.

They've reached their limit!

Akaria watched in silence as they struggled, reluctant, and desperate, and just as Lanather asked her, Akalia cast her eyes out of the city.

Arthas rushed in front of everyone, the frost sorrow in his hand was like a comet of death, guiding tens of thousands of knights, with a momentum like a dragon, instantly plunging into the empty rear of the troll!

The frost sorrow crossed a cold arc, the silver light flashed, the two heads flew high into the sky, the crotch mount kicked violently, using the troll's corpse as a springboard, suddenly jumped, jumped over the shield wall that the troll hastily built, the ice blue blade suddenly became longer, three hundred and sixty degrees in a round, blood splashed everywhere!

The center of the battle array became chaotic, and the subsequent Moonlight Knights directly interspersed the assault, crushing the giant shields, and the huge impact of the war horse caused all the trolls who tried to stop the charge to break their tendons, and then let out a short howl under the trampling of the horses' hooves.

The horses neighed, kicked the sea of flesh and bones, and in a roar, with the Moonlight Knights as arrows, the two knights charged in unison, holding swords and sharp swords in their hands, and rushed towards the center of the enemy's battle formation like a torrent of roaring horses' hooves.

"Human! It's human again! "In the middle of the war, Zulkin roared angrily, his red eyes were about to split, and at the rear of the battle array, more than 20,000 tired trolls who had been rotated from the siege were slaughtered by humans, blood and fear drove them to flee forward, and at the same time brought riots and death to their own people.

The heavy blow inflicted by humans on trolls, after 2,800 years, is still flowing in the blood of trolls!

Zulkin wanted to rush out and slaughter, 2,800 years ago, it was humanity that ended the rule of trolls, 2,800 years later, will what happened happen again?

"I'm unwilling, I'm going to kill you!"

Zulkin ordered the besieging troll forces to stop their senseless assault on the walls and besiege Silvermoon City, while sending his 40,000 of the most elite trolls to flank the human knights from both sides.

"Retreat!" It has to be said that Arthas is an excellent general, ordinary generals can charge into battle, medium generals can arrange troops, and high-class generals must have the opportunity to anticipate the enemy in thousands of troops and horses, and accurately 'smell' every change of the enemy.

But this sense of war is not absolute, only the kind of conceited person who is extremely confident in himself and believes that he will never make a mistake is qualified to become the master of war, the king of horses!

Ten-year-old Alsace has grown to the size of an ordinary fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, and he may not be able to set up a march, but he already has the potential to become the king of war!

Obviously he couldn't see anything, but Arthas glanced at the left flank through the countless moss trolls, and pulled his horse and left.

"What is he doing?" Tirio Fording took out a troll and relieved Tong Ze, and with a sweep of his eyes, he saw Arthas unexpectedly turn his horse's head and kill to the left.

"I don't know, but we're going to keep up." Gavinrad rushed out from behind Tirio, his cheeks covered by dark green blood, no expression could be seen, and his tone was full of unwillingness.

Although the average level of the Knights of the Silver Hand is above the Moonlight Knights, the number of people is still too small, and if you don't follow the Moonlight Knights, you will be overwhelmed by countless trolls every minute.

The Moonlight Knights didn't think as much as the Silver Hand did, and they were ordered to follow all the commands of Arthas, with the silver dragon following behind Arthas, preemptively reaching the 20,000 troops on the troll's left flank.

"Die! Mankind! Dakara, the Troll Overseer, smiled bloodthirsty, glowing with scarlet, and raised his mace to blast Arthas's head.

But the imaginary scene of a broken brain and death did not appear, and Arthas was covered with a faint power of faith, and Frost's sorrow shook slightly, steadily holding off the blow of Dakara's blessed bloodthirsty technique.

Then, in Dakara's puzzled eyes, Arthas's body was slightly to the side, Frost's sorrow rose, a silver light flashed, and then he pulled the reins in his left hand and drove the horse away.

"How did you go? You haven't beaten me yet! Dakara was about to pursue, his chest was cold, his hands and feet began to chill, and his consciousness became confused, as if his whole body was frozen in ice.

Kill with one hit!

As soon as Dakara died, the other trolls suddenly lost their morale, and they were rushed by the wolf-like Moon Knight, and immediately fled in all directions, joining the rout!

Arthas pulled his horse back, turned his sword and slashed towards the right flank, and once again ran into the 20,000 trolls who were late, and smashed them into a rout!

Zurkin tried to mobilize troops to intercept Arthas, but he always made him find a flaw in the thousands of troops, rushed left and right, turned the troll's headquarters into a meat grinder, countless trolls trampled on each other, blocked each other, only the active cavalry, followed Arthas from beginning to end, fighting hard to kill!

"That's amazing!"

Several paladins who are deeply trusted by the alliance can hardly keep up with the rhythm of Arthas, watching Alsace kill the enemy like cutting melons and breaking the formation like drinking water from a distance, but they don't even know the reason.

In fact, even Arthas himself didn't know why he chose the left wing, but he just had a feeling that every change in battle formation, every decoy trap, all came to his mind.

More than 30,000 cavalry, under the leadership of Arthas, almost showed the role of 100,000 iron cavalry, and the more than 300,000 troops of the troll headquarters could not even catch up with their tails.

"Out of town!" The corners of Arcaria's mouth curled slightly, and she said seriously that Arthas's skill of the military array was actually taught by her, but it was relayed by Chu Ci in the middle, and now seeing Arthas's heroic performance, she can't help but feel a little proud in her heart.

"What did you say?" Lannathel exclaimed.

"Hit on both sides!" Akaria's voice remained unchanged, as if she had taken the fifty thousand trolls outside the walls for air, her eyes fixed only on the students galloping among the thousands of horses.

Lanna Selton was a little moved, and planned to assemble the team.

"Never!"

As soon as the aspiring female general turned around, she saw a middle-aged elf standing on the city tower, and her face was scolded: "Silvermoon City has suffered heavy losses, and you, as the general of Quel'Thalas, must learn to maintain our army and reduce the casualties of soldiers." You can't lead the army out of the city to die for the sake of merit and reward! ”

"You—" Lannather's chest tightened, her towering chest rose and fell rapidly, and she laughed angrily: "Our allies are still fighting outside, do you want me to sit idly by!" ”

"That's just a deal, the Araso Empire signed an alliance with my Silvermoon City in ancient times, and they are obligated to help us fight the trolls!" The middle-aged elf could say such brazen words without blushing and heartbeat, and even Akalia couldn't help but look at him more.

"And this human, why is she here? Did you come here to ask for help? ”

The middle-aged elf had no idea that in his chattering and arrogant abuse, the elven soldiers around him all showed disdain and resentment, which was extremely rare among the high elves who had always had a gentle personality.

"Lord Darkan, Akalia is a comrade-in-arms who fights alongside us, please maintain your respect!" Lannacer bit her lip, her eyes became very cold, the High Elves do have high and low positions, but there is no class difference, Lannacel will never allow Darkan to insult Arkaria, insult her comrades who have been fighting side by side for more than half a month.

"Respect? Do I deserve my respect as a human being? Darkan smiled coldly, "Now I order you to gather your soldiers, stop the attack, and do a good job of defending Silvermoon City." ”

"Why?!" Lannasel couldn't take the order.

"Lanather, your mission is to protect Silvermoon City, not to help humanity fight the trolls! If you dare to disobey, then go down to me and give me the command! Darkan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to get Lanather away.

It's just that he was too impulsive, and he didn't hide his thoughts at all, as long as the elves who heard him speak, they all understood that finding fault was fake, and fighting for merit was real!

Darkan never appeared in the most dangerous half month, and he didn't even know that Akalia had been fighting for half a month to protect Silvermoon City, but once the war showed signs of victory, he couldn't wait to rush out, wanting to snatch the credit.

"Bah, I also said that General Lannacel is competing for merit and rewarding, you are the most ugly person in eating!" More than one elven soldier spat at Darkan in his heart.

"Well, I see." Akalia is not happy or angry, it seems that she does not take Darkan's words to heart, the three no-girl girls who are deeply affected by Chu Ci do not know what grievances to be satisfied, although she has a relationship with the three sisters of the Windwalker and Lannassel, but this does not mean that she has a good impression of the race of high elves.

"Arthas, the army is out of the battlefield, the trolls are strong, and we must make sure that we have enough troops to resist their invasion of Lordaeron."

The faint voice directly crossed the battlefield for more than ten miles and reached everyone's ears.

Who's talking? Everyone, including a few paladins, looked around.

"Let's go!" Arthas understands the changes in war, but he is powerless to perceive the changes in people's hearts outside the battlefield, but he knows that this voice will never harm him, and it will never be untargeted.

Immediately raised his horse and charged towards Zulkin's position, bluffing Zulkin hurriedly guarded with heavy troops, wrapped left and right, and wanted to make dumplings for the two knights, and then Alsace stepped on the outside of the encirclement, turned around sharply, and drove away with more than 30,000 cavalry, and the trolls who were tired of the tail could not even catch a tail hair.

Darkan was stunned for a moment, trembling with anger, his whole face was cold and cold, and at the same time, there was a chill in his heart.

"As you slowly protect Silvermoon City, we need to protect Lordaeron proper, after all, we need to 'resist' the trolls as 'weak' humans."

Akalia glanced at Darkan lightly, neither happy nor sad, and didn't seem to even have the desire to watch him play.

"Lord Darkan, since you have asked for so, I will hand over the command to you, and I hope you can lead our soldiers to protect Silvermoon City!" Lannacel originally wanted to plead with Akalia for the sake of the overall situation, but in her unwavering eyes, a trace of anger rose in her heart.

This bastard didn't appear when Silvermoon City was in danger, but when she was about to win, she couldn't wait to jump out, she came to resist the danger, and this bastard came to receive it, how could there be such a cheap thing in the world, just leave the stall and stop doing it, let this bastard do it himself!

"Wait! You can't do that! Darkan panicked and stopped in front of the two women, "The human cavalry can't go, you must abide by the ancient covenant, and you must defend against the trolls for Quel'Thalas!" And you, Lanna Ser, I didn't expect you to be such a high elf, when you saw that the battle situation was not good, you wantonly left your post in order to avoid responsibility, and avoided crimes, I will not allow you to leave your position! ”

As soon as Darkan's words came out, even if there were some elven soldiers who respected him before, it completely dissipated at this moment!

Some elven soldiers secretly looked at Akaria, who was expressionless, and they were still very ashamed in their hearts, why did there be such elf compatriots in Silvermoon City!

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After a day of feedback, many book fans said that this reward rule is too [god-level], and asked a few author bacteria of the same salted fish, only to find that our family's grand ideal is too high, so the hot reward rules just now are going to be revised again.

Now promulgate the rules for salted fish-level rewards - 10,000 starting coins plus one change, alliance leader plus ten changes, settlement within the month, no arrears. (To be continued.) )