The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

Chapter 378 1 It’s too passive to defend directly

The rhythmic and heavy sounds of "dong, dong, dong" resounded throughout the entire Xidu army camp. The roar of fighting was coming from the west of the camp.

"Lok'tar ogar (Victory or death)!"

"for the horde!"

"For Lordaeron!"

"For Khaz Modan!"

"For Quel'Thalas!"

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An orc in simple clothes rushed towards a dwarf with an axe in his hand, chopped him on the head and roared: "Kill this Alliance dog! (Orc language)"

The dwarf in plate armor was equally unwilling to be outdone, swinging his axe angrily and shouting: "Chop this tribal pig into pieces and feed it to the dogs!"

The same Leaping Orc chopped at the mail-armored human's head with his axe and said, "White-skinned human, what are you barking about? (Orc language)"

Holding the shield with his left hand, the human held the spear in his right hand and stabbed it towards the orc's heart, saying, "Green-skinned orc, what are you yelling about?!"

Nearby, a blue troll with huge teeth said, "Elves, this is not the place for you to come."

Swinging his scimitar with both hands, the white-skinned elf blocked the axe blade and said, "Go talk to your god of death, troll."

"Aim at those crudely made catapults and fire our well-assembled artillery. We dwarves cannot be absent from this battlefield!"

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"Marwyn, I knew these orcs would come!"

"So, this is what you do when you get up so early in the morning... Never mind, Falak, let's go together!"

After a conversation, the two men each chose a direction and charged fearlessly, supplemented by double-edged vortex slashes or single-blade whirlwind slashes, rushing straight into the new tribe.

Although Varian and Tanreid did not know how to distinguish between the old tribe and the new tribe, it was a good choice to eliminate the enemy who attacked first.

"Holy Light, grant us strength!"

Arthas, who had just come here with Jaina, saw this scene and couldn't help but shout out this sentence.

The next moment, a mighty holy light descended before the eyes of Jaina, Terenas and others, right on the battlefield.

The six wings of holy light spread out, the holy flame of the holy hammer surged, and Arthas was filled with holy light. He rode a heavily armored warhorse and rushed into the battlefield alone.

As the hammer fell, holy light that healed friendly forces and struck the enemy descended. The two prince's adjutants who were leaving the tribe's encirclement were stunned for a moment.

Isn't there a precedent... If it weren't for the six wings of holy light and the completely different tone, they would have thought that a paladin was coming.

They both understood that the Six Wings of Holy Light were the symbol of Uther's level... No!

Only that paladin spreads his wings of holy light every day, thinking himself righteous... and having a lot of fun.

Now, Arthas, who was leading them to kill people everywhere, spoke in such a pious tone, and exchanged all kinds of things with that paladin... Oh my God... We both missed home.

"Falric, Marwyn, follow me."

"God bless you, Your Highness, we will both do our best."

Taking a quick glance at the two adjutants following closely behind him, Arthas felt that there was something really wrong with them.

He just got off the boat yesterday, and his strength... In the eyes of the two princes' adjutants, Arthas was also strange. He suddenly became extremely powerful and was not the same person who was often beaten away yesterday.

However, the three of them did not try, but used the weapons in their hands and worked with other people around them to do their best to defeat the orcs and trolls around them.

So, under the leadership of this prince of Lordaeron who suddenly became extremely powerful, Uther, Muradin, Sylvanas and other troops that crossed the west began to counterattack the attacking tribe.

Pushing forward three hundred meters, Jaina looked at "Marwyn" and suddenly asked: "Tanred, is that you?"

Next, Jaina did not receive any response from Tanred. He had something to do just like the people around him, and the same... Sylvanas came to Jaina's side.

"Little princess, your little brother is not here, don't let other disturbing thoughts disturb you."

Pointing her arrow at the trolls who were chanting in the distance while holding totems, Sylvanas said, "You may have been hit by the evil spells of those orc warlocks and troll witch doctors."

"Jaina Proudmoore, you must take precautions and do not be distracted on the battlefield."

Seeing the arrow hit the bull's eye, Jaina said, "Thank you, General Sylvanas."

"There will be no next time of kindness, Your Highness Jaina."

"Well, I will."

Seeing Jaina's sudden breakthrough, as if it was a natural outcome, Sylvanas was silent. What on earth did these two mean by doing this? !

As for whether Jaina's distraction was due to herself or someone else, only four people knew... only the five people present knew.

A pitch-black crow was circling high in the sky, quietly looking at the battlefield below. It made no sound, just stared at a man and a woman.

The two of them have changed a lot this month, compared to their previous meeting on the trail to Stratholme, Stratholme... maybe "future" is not accurate, there is still Holy Light hidden here.

"With Arthas's example, I will not hesitate any more."

Before he finished speaking, bursts of icy rain suddenly fell from the sky, clearing the obstacles for the army crossing the west... The circling crows suddenly split into two.

One flew towards the Eastern Kingdoms, and the other flew towards the depths of the Barrens. He needed to learn more about the changes there. The "future" had changed more than once.

On the other side, a white-haired elf slowly woke up from hibernation and opened a tiny gap.

There were no dreams, only darkness. His depleted spirit was replenished, and his body was full of strength again. He clenched the hand of a person, wishing he could make him faint suddenly.

However, he asked hoarsely: "Harduron, how long have I been unconscious?"

"It is almost afternoon, Lor'themar Theron. You are sleeping so soundly that no one can wake you."

Standing up, Lor'themar said, "You lie, Halduron Brightwing."

"It's clearly almost afternoon, so lunch is probably long gone, but I don't really feel like eating."

"It's rare for me to get a good night's sleep, but I prefer to sleep when I am 100% sure."

Pulling Lor'themar up with one hand, Halduron said, "I heard from Avian this morning that you... not only were you busy all day, you were also busy with me all night."

"We both survived the night battle and were glad to take turns to rest, but the responsibility on our shoulders forced us to take the initiative to lead the team back to the battlefield."

At this time, a group of elves stared silently at Halduron, who was talking big, with doubts in their eyes.

How could they not know whether what he said was true or not?

Based on the clues they had collected over this long period of time, they did not find the missing nine Quel'dorei, but instead found traces of a battle.

Based on this investigation, and the recent performance of Lor'themar and Halduron, His Majesty Anasterian has decided to let them both go, and has ordered the Cyborg Battalion to monitor the two.

That's right, with the approval of the Sun King, the unorganized Cyrano Wing Brigade was officially established, mainly responsible for Lor'themar and Halduron, two Quel'dorei who are somewhat dangerous.

He has taken his other self to some unknown place. Isn't that dangerous?

However, even though Captain Lor'themar fell, Halduron immediately took on the heavy responsibility entrusted by the unconscious captain and became the temporary captain.

Because of the issues among the various factions present, the powerful Halduron... the slightly tired Sun King finally decided to do this. What Lor'themar said before was not without reason.

"Now, with enough rest, you're back on your feet again."

Glancing at the homemade equipment, Halduron said, "My good brother, the captain of the Cyborg Brigade."

"What should we do next?"

Without answering the question immediately, Lor'themar turned around and waved his hand familiarly at the "hopeful" eyes around him.

"My fellow countrymen, while I was recuperating, I was able to see into your hearts and understand your desires."

Hearing this, Grandia, Lydia and other members of the Sai Wing Brigade picked up a magic scroll.

They were ready to give Lor'themar a moment's rest, and then they attacked... and they noticed that Lor'themar suddenly laughed out loud.

“Hahahahaha! I really wasn’t wrong about you…hahahahaha!”

Bullshit, my future nephew, I’ll cast a Pyroblast on you… Grandia and the other Quel’dorei suddenly choked up, has he gone mad? !

"I thought that when I fell asleep, Silvermoon City would be in danger of being destroyed, but... it would be too passive to keep defending it."

"It's been almost a day, and I've been defending blindly. I think it's really bad!"

Throwing off his battle robe with one hand, Lor'themar said, "The city is too isolated. Next, I will take you to explore the unknown situation outside the city."

"Captain Lor'themar, please listen to me."