Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!The route to the border of Quel'Thalas is the main road in the East Weld area. There is no danger. There are even curious farmers and residents along the way to pay attention to this elite force.

During the marching process of the more than 700 people led by Arthas, apart from the sound of the friction and collision of armor and weapons, there was no other sound.

The shiny armor they polished, the sharp spear blades of the cold light, all showed to the residents of Lordaeron how strong this army has been.

Especially the top twenty knights of [Privy Sword], their attire is different from that of ordinary Lordaeron soldiers with gold and silver armor and blue gold cloak. These twenty knights wear black armor with silver edges. The cloak is blood red.

I don't know why, just watching them from a distance can feel the inexplicable pressure from them.

In fact, the ten Paladins who followed in the team also discovered this point. Each of them was surprised by the power of these privy knights. For the entire Lordaeron, only the Knights of the Silver Hand could fight against them.

The twenty privy knights brought by Arthas were not pretty. Each of them was selected and selected by the most elite Royal Guards of Lordaeron.

Any privy knight is an extraordinary powerhouse on the road of warriors. The ability to fight alone is not inferior to the Paladins of the Silver Hand. On the battlefield, their killing efficiency is even better than that of the Silver. The hands are higher.

The Privy Knights will participate in special special training after the initial screening. Only those who are not eliminated can finally enter the Knights, and their allegiance is only Alsace.

It stands to reason that this is completely inconsistent with the operation of the king, but Tenaris trusts Arthas too much, and he is a son like Arthas, and he knows that he is alive in a few years, so in fact these are all he Acquiescence or even secretly promoted.

He hoped that before his death, his son could become the wise and wise king of Lordaeron, who had never met in a thousand years.

With the extremely fast marching speed, in the afternoon of the next day, Arthas and his troops finally arrived at the level fortress of the Elf at a mountain pass in East Weld, which leads to Quel'Thalas, the country of Elves. The only way to land is called the "Elves' Gate" by humans.

The two great mages who accompanied the army showed the pre-determined magic runes to the elves on the city wall. After confirming their identity, the elves opened the city gate.

An elf general who was taller and burly taller than the average elf came over. After saluting Arthas and Uther, he said in a pure accent, "Good day, your Royal Highness and Uther, Unexpectedly, you led the team yourself. Quel'Thalas and the Farstriders thank you for your assistance. I am Lor'themar Theron, the adjutant of the Ranger General, and she sent me to greet you."

This is an old acquaintance. In the Second Orc War, he once participated in the Elf Reinforcement to support Lordaeron. Uther also had an impression of him, and he was a pretty good one, because Lor'themar didn’t have many The ass character that elves have.

"Good day, Lord Lor'themar," Arthas replied, "I hope we will come in time." www.ts108.com

"Very timely, Your Highness, we have repelled several attacks by the barbarians, but many Farstrider Rangers have also been injured." Lor'themar's expression is not easy, the Elves are sparsely populated, and every Farstrider It is the wealth of Quel'Thalas.

"I brought thirty priests, led by a high-ranking priest from Stratholme Cathedral. They can heal the injuries of the Farstriders."

Lor'themar let out a sigh of relief, "Praise the Well of the Sun! This is really great. Our manpower is severely short, the healers are even scarce, and many wounded cannot get timely treatment."

When he entered the fortress just now, Arthas noticed that there were very few guards here. He frowned and asked, "Lord Lor'themar, are your manpower shortages to such an extent?"

Lor'themar replied bitterly after hearing it, "Just call me Lor'themar-we have mobilized most of the troops that the southern forest can temporarily call to the eastern front to resist the invasion of the troll barbarians, but the support of Silvermoon City It hasn't arrived, but how many pastors are there in the southern forest?"

Arthas probably understood that although the elven rangers were going all out to fight the trolls, the support of Silvermoon City in the north seemed to be nothing more than that.

In order to be able to cooperate better in the subsequent battles, Lor'themar said frankly, "We still have 1,500 rangers fighting on the front line, but so far, more than 100 people have been injured to varying degrees and the number of people killed is very small. The trolls have never really rushed into our front."

"I brought five hundred elite infantrymen, one hundred elite knights, one hundred dwarf musketeers, ten paladins, and two archmages," Arthas also explained the situation of his troops, "also There are those thirty pastors."

"This will strengthen our battle line. Thank you again, Your Highness." Lor'themar nodded affirmatively after hearing this number. Lordaeron sent more support than he thought.

But Lor'themar also found that Alsace seemed to have missed some people. He noticed that there were still twenty black knights in the formation, and the number of people mentioned by Alsace was not quite right.

But he didn't ask much, because he thought these knights should belong to the prince's personal guards. Although he didn't know why they were different from the royal guards of Lordaeron he had seen, these were not the focus of the problem.

"Alsace, let's set off for the front line now," Uther did not intend to stay here for too long. "With words alone, there is no way to figure out the real situation on the battlefield."

"I think so too." Arthas nodded, "Lor'themar, how long will it take to get to the front from here."

"For more than two hours, if we are a little faster, we can reach our position before sunset."

"Okay," Arthas turned on his horse and issued an order, "Warriors of Lordaeron, go!"

The response to the prince was the dull sound of weapons striking the shield and the ground.