Seeing Kyrry's confession, Arthas was speechless for a while. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Facts have proved that the relationship between this genius mage lord and the son of Lothar has long been clear to the upper echelons of Lordaeron, because an assassination a few years ago is not a big secret, as long as you have the heart, you can find out the situation at that time. And because of a life-and-death battle to become a very close friend, Prince Lordaeron, who has been rolling in the military camp for several years, has also experienced first-hand, the friendship of life and death is originally the fastest and most direct way to establish friendship between men.

It's just that the rise of that Lothar was so rapid that Lordaeron once thought that the genius mage in front of him might fall into the mud of Arathi to assist the currently very promising Arathi Hidden King.

"The Silver Hand... We don't have enough time!Mage, you're also from Stratholme, you should know the situation over there, it's impossible to get out completely without a month!"

Pursing his lips, Arthas glanced at the Grand Lord of the Paladins and replied.

"I naturally know this, but at present, we don't have any power except for the silver hand!"

Glancing at the door, Kyrreth pouted.

"Your Highness, you still overestimate the strength of these orcs in front of you, except for two thousand elites who may be less than the regular army, the others are all orc miscellaneous soldiers who are not even as good as the militia, and how much role can they play in the legion-level battle!"

Speaking of which, with a wave of his hand, a rough map appeared among the three of them, and the half-elf mage clicked on Dalaran's icon and continued.

"Near, we can ask Dalaran for help, the two brigades of mage corps, they can still afford it, of course, the price required can also be discussed, and then, the garrison of Andohar and the garrison of the Hearthdale, especially the elite under the Grand Duke of the Hearthvale, were originally comparable to the hands of silver..."

"That's enough!

Just as Kyris slowly said that several forces that could be helped, and when he reached the Valley of the Hearth, he was forcibly interrupted by the Holy Knight Lord with his eyebrows furrowed, Abidis looked at Kyris and tried to see something in his eyes, but still found nothing, shook his head a little helplessly, and said.

"Viscount Kerryth, the situation in Hearthvale is quite special, this involves an old incident of the Silver Hand, and now, the entire Foding clan is rarely involved in the Silver Hand, or even Lordaeron's affairs! ”

"That's what happened!"

Suddenly looking at Abydis, Kyris immediately glanced at Arthas a little speechlessly.

That's right, Tirio Fortin, the original legendary paladin, the former Grand Duke of Hearthvale, a good friend of Uther the Lightbringer, one of the founders of the Silver Hand, and the founder of the legendary paladin's exclusive spell - Wings of Judgment, disappeared from everyone's eyes after being directly and voluntarily sealed with all his power by his good friend because of an inexplicable thing, and it didn't take long for the Foding clan to declare his death and his son Tyran Fording succeeded the duke of this generation.

And this kind of fierce punishment of almost one-time expulsion from the party and nobles was actually only because the Holy Mother of the Paladin had a momentary attack of illness and saved an orc warrior. Originally, in Kyrris's thoughts, he had always regarded this incident as a true portrayal of how chaotic and contradictory the entire human race was in terms of whether to slaughter all orcs or imprison them, but now it seems that he is still thinking too superficially.

There are many grievances in this, especially a thing that can be explained on the surface, and then, as a royal family, Minethiel has also played a certain role in this matter 100%, and it is a proper negative push.

"I can borrow two standard brigade elven rangers, one squadron of standard battle domain elven mages!"

After looking down and thinking for a long time, Kerris suddenly looked up and stared into Abidis's eyes and said.

"Dysom?"

Frowning, the Grand Lord of the Holy Knight asked tentatively.

"No, it's Quellins!"

Shaking his head, Kyris responded.

"But the price of this requires Lordaeron to negotiate with the elves!"

"Mage! Elves have also suffered from the Green Flood!"

Frowning and looking at Kelreis, Arthas was obviously dissatisfied with the interests of Kelreis's opening and closing of his mouth, and said coldly.

"Hatred can't be eaten! The population of the High Elves is already small, and it will be distressing to die! My Highness!"

Glancing at Arthas helplessly, Kyrreth turned his head to look at Abidis, the general should have seen much more clearly than the prince who didn't eat fireworks.

"Okay, Viscount Kirryth, if Quirins is willing to send troops, all conditions are negotiable!"

Abidis was obviously surprised that Kyris was able to move the elven army, and then said.

"Okay, then let's wait for news of reinforcements from all sides!"

Nodding, the elven reinforcements reported by Kyris are actually only the minimum number, after all, Dazerion is in the land of ghosts, commanding most of the power of the Windranger, and the death of the younger brother and parents has always been the most painful memory of the son of the Windrunner, plus Winlessa, in terms of elves, there seems to be no one who hates orcs more than this pair of siblings. But Kyris didn't really want Dazerion or Winlessa to get involved, after all, hatred is not a good thing in many cases.

Shaking his head, Kyris tried to shake off the mess in his mind, watching Arthas and the two slowly walk out of the secret room, they also need to communicate with the Andohal side as soon as possible, although the orcs outside the city obviously used a certain method to disrupt the communication of the South Sea City, but this is only the land direction, and the orcs who cannot isolate the ocean can only make the connection between South Sea City and the outside world more cumbersome.

In fact, Lordaeron has not sent a garrison in the Andohar area, and Kirreth understands it very well, because this part of the garrison has actually been responsible for supervising the movements of the Barov family, and it is an important outpost for Minehir at the gate of the Tirisfal woodland, and according to the information he has refreshed now, it seems that he has to take into account the movements of the Hearthvale, so that even if it seems that there are two full field regiments, it is only barely ahead.

However, now that the situation is urgent, it is not a big deal to transfer, after all, Lordaeron is still strong, and Barov and Fireplace Valley are still just two chicks.

And then add the elven legion of Kelrith and the assistance of Dalaran to eliminate it, but it is no problem to contain these green skins and guide them in the direction that Kelrith wants.

While thinking about it, Kelrith had slowly walked to his bedroom, took out a crystal, and began to connect with the Mage Tower, such a distance, even if he relied on his Mage Tower as a transit station to contact Quellins, he was still a little struggling, he needed a very quiet and stable environment to maintain for a long time...

Dragged by a few big men, the old **** seemed to have completely given up the struggle, just talking to himself, until he was thrown into a cage, he looked up slightly and looked around, and then was stunned for a moment, and then quickly lowered his head.

Although the surroundings are already full of guards, but now the cage that locks him is actually in the open air, and he can't see his clear location at present, but this powerful environmental advantage, the originally dead mind suddenly rekindled, and he can still live... (To be continued.) )