Waving his hand to disperse the misty light cluster in front of him, and gently pinching the small crystal left after the light cluster dissipated, the huge demon lord turned his head to look at his feet, a demon that was more than half smaller than him, a pair of wide wings wrapped around him, curled up and twitched. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Okay! act again, Lao Tzu will eat you!"

Kicking the demon on the ground out, the Demon Lord said impatiently.

The demon who was kicked out stood up very dexterously, glanced behind him slightly, and then cowered back.

"Looks like Kil'Gardan is very optimistic about you!

Pinching the crystal in his hand, in fact, the crystal is not small, it is three or four feet high, but it is only barely sandwiched between the thumb and index finger by the demon, which shows how large the size of this demon lord has reached, casually glancing at the demon who came over, Mephisto sneered and said.

"Your Excellency... I can't help it, wasn't I assigned to Kilgardan by the clan..."

After discovering that the other party didn't seem to have the tendency to kill him, the Dread Demon King was slightly relieved, and immediately said very doggedly.

"Okay, this line, you still keep following! I'll find time to come back!"

"Yes! Yes!"

The dog-legged nodded continuously, the bat wing behind him unconsciously instigated, and even the snake's tail swayed one by one, Banazar looked at the flying demon lord and finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, the other party's voice came down again.

"I don't want anyone to know I've been here! Banazal, you know what I mean!"

Looking up, the Demon Lord's huge eyes stared at him, and the Dreadful Demon Lord nodded repeatedly.

"Hehe! If there's a leak, I'll eat you! I just haven't tasted the Dreadlord before!"

Glancing at Banazar with a stiff face and a drooping tail, the Demon Lord quickly left with a wild laugh.

...

"I didn't expect that this trip to Quel'Salas was only halfway there, and I had to go back!"

At the main entrance of Taquilin, Kyris led their respective horses with Lori mages and said to the two elves who saw them off behind them.

"It's not a parting between life and death! I'll be back to Quellins after that! Call me at any time if you need to!"

Holding his sister's little hand, Anlidalance returned to his former swinger appearance, and said with a nonchalant expression.

"I always feel that she will be promoted to legend before you!"

Pouting, Kyris smiled and nodded at the elf Lori who had been quiet beside the high-level elf mage, while Belinda next to him took out a crystal doll and shook it at the elf Lori, and laughed happily after seeing the other party take out a delicate puppet and shake it as well.

"Hmph! Earlier than me, earlier than me!"

Anlidalance had a glorious expression of eating soft rice, and the elf ranger next to him had a toothache, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, and Dazerien turned his head to look at Kylereis.

"The Wraith is close to Lordaeron, and the news came early, so it shouldn't be too bad, and you don't have to be too anxious... Mage!"

Since being dragged down by his sister and whispering in the dark for more than ten minutes, Dazerian has obviously been a lot more restrained in front of Kyrryth, especially when he wants to address each other in the words, he has to get a pimple every time, and Kyrrith seems to have guessed something, and he doesn't pay attention to the strangeness of the ranger.

"I hope I'll see you again in the future!Dazerion, say goodbye to your sister for me!"

After stepping onto their respective horses with Lori Mage and waving at the three High Elves behind them, the two of them turned into a cloud of smoke and moved away.

"You're acting too impatient! Even if you want him to leave, you don't have to be so obvious!"

Still staring at the distant figure of the half-elf mage, Anlidalance said suddenly. It's not just the strange performance of this friend next to him in the past few days, but also, through the core mage tower of the golden mist, Kelrith can't even contact the Sunset Tower in Sunset Town, and the discerning person knows that there is a problem at a glance, but the cold-eyed Anlidalance has not pointed it out, or rather, in fact, everyone knows it, and everyone even wraps the two who just left.

"He's gone to Silvermoon City now, it's not good for anyone!"

After being silent for a long time, Dazerian glanced back in the direction of Golden Mist City and continued.

"He guessed a little bit too, otherwise it wouldn't be so easy..."

"What do you mean it's not good to go now! Is it difficult to wait for His Highness Kael'thas to ascend the throne..."

Glancing at his good friend angrily, the high-level elf mage seemed to be concerned about something in the middle of speaking, and then said after a pause

"It's not a guess, even an idiot can see that you are only a little smarter than chocobos!"

After saying that, Anlidalance didn't pay attention to the friend who was in a daze beside him, and pulled the chryling little Lori to turn around and walk into Taquelin.

"Anyway, don't forget to call me for next year's hunt! Oh, and that one, don't forget!"

...

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

"Your Highness!"

A respectful cry echoed in the hall, and Arthas, dressed in military uniform, rushed to the end of the hall with a small group of silver hands, and after sitting firmly on the main seat, he waved everyone in the hall to sit down, and Prince Lordaeron looked at the first seat on the left below him.

Although he had just sat down, the gray-haired middle-aged nobleman immediately felt Alsace's gaze, turned around and stood up, took out a large map and spread it on the long table surrounded by everyone, although the map was large, it was only a map of the region, only covering the Hillbride area, but the entire area was very detailed and clear.

"Your Highness, I just got the news in the morning that Tarummir had completely fallen two days ago, and the two garrison regiments guarding Tarummir and the local nobles' private soldiers were almost wiped out, and only a small number of elites escaped, and there has been no definite information to confirm whether the orcs carried out the massacre!

Pointing to the map, a city sign of Talenmere was remarked, and the gray-haired aristocratic voice was old but sonorous, with a hint of iron and blood, and said coldly.

"So, east of Nanhai City, north of Soladin's Wall, have fallen!"

Tapping his fingers on the table, Arthas seemed to be talking to himself, as if he were asking questions.

"Probably more than that!"

The gray-haired middle-aged aristocrat dotted the edge of the map, on an icon that looked like a city wall.

"What kind of rotten Arathi is now, everyone knows that since this group of beasts can capture Tarummir, then the wall of Soladin may have changed hands, but now half of Hilbride close to Arashi has almost fallen, and the news from the east is completely broken!"

"In three days, what are the troops that can reach Nanhai City!"

Staring at the map on the table, Arthas asked without looking up.

"Except for Nanhai City's own garrison, a total of two garrisons and a militia regiment, only the Whirlwind Knights of the Blue Earl can rush over!"

Glancing at the middle of the table, a young nobleman in his early twenties, a gray-haired middle-aged nobleman said, and the young nobleman who heard the words immediately stood up, gave a standard military salute, and shouted loudly.

"Whirlwind Knights! Die to exhaust the last war horse for Your Highness!"

Waving his hand to stop the young nobleman's impatient oath, Arthas looked up and said.

"How long will it take for the garrison of the South Watchtower Barrier to arrive?"

Although the other party blurted out that the three corps theoretically had a standing establishment of nearly 30,000 people, the prince, who had been rolling in the military camp for several years, didn't need to think about it to know how big it was.

The Hillbride area has been peaceful for nearly twenty years, and South Sea City is the most elite area of Hillbrand, the most prosperous harbor city in the Lordaeron Kingdom and even the Northern Continent, and its name as the Golden Nest is almost famous in the Stormwind Kingdom.

Arthas didn't expect any decent troops in this kind of place, and the so-called Whirlwind Knights, the prince has also heard of them, and they are relatively elite noble private soldiers, but this knight order is only three brigades, about 5,000 people, and the cavalry can't be expected to defend the city.

"Rapid march, day and night, can be reached in about five days!"

Looking down and thinking, the gray-haired nobleman looked up and said.

"It's too slow! Inform the Nordanmere Asylum! The next target of the orcs is either Nanhai City, or them! Let them strengthen their guards, I don't want those slaves to riot and get out of trouble before the orc army arrives!"

Arthas said, turning his head to look at the Azure Earl, who was still standing.

"Blue Earl, the Whirlwind Knights are temporarily arranged in the hilly area of the South Curtain Valley, and they must find out the accurate situation of the orcs!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Your Highness, I wonder when the main force of the Silver Hand will arrive?"

Just as Arthas began to arrange, a voice suddenly came out of the nobles sitting around and asked, and suddenly the entire hall fell silent, and even the middle-aged nobleman who was in charge of explaining the battle situation at the beginning, who seemed to be the leader of the South Sea City's military equipment, also stopped and looked at his prince.

"Soon! The main force after the silver has set off from Lake Daron Mill and sailed south along the river, and what we need to think about now is how to block the next wave of orc attacks!"

Hearing Arthas's words, all the nobles around were excited, and the green frenzy of the orcs was raging in Hilbride again, which even made some of the old nobles who had experienced World War II sleepless at night, lest the entire family would be wiped out in this green frenzy tomorrow, and at this time, it seemed that only the strongest army of mankind at that time - the silver hand could give these nobles a sense of security.

However, at an angle that the nobles could not perceive, Arthas vaguely exchanged a flickering glance with the high-ranking silver hand beside him.

... (To be continued.) )