Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!"Uther!" Gavinrad waved to Uther, trotting all the way to Uther, "We are ready, when will we leave?"

Uther glanced at the soldiers of the First Legion who were waiting under the high platform and the Paladin of the Silver Hand, and said slowly, "Wait a minute, when we are ready, we will naturally be notified of our departure."

Gavinrad looked at the well-trained army of Lordaeron with a sense of pride in his heart, but after this sense of pride, his heart was very heavy. "Lordaeron has not been so nervous for more than ten years. It's over—the last time we assembled an army, it was when the orcs broke through Alterac and approached the capital of Lordaeron."

"After more than ten years of cultivation, we have recovered from the downturn after the orc war. The First Legion and the Silver Hand are stronger than before," Uther shook his head invisibly, "Alsace We still intend to convene troops of this size. I am afraid that the enemy we face is even more terrifying than the orcs."

Gavinrad leaned on the railing of the podium, his fingers snapped unintentionally, "That's right, the fate of our generation is really awkward, and I don't know what threat can make Alsace So cautious."

"At least he has never let us down. From the moment he first entered the Silver Hand," Uther's mouth showed a slight smile, "Sometimes, I really want to know if this guy is Everything can be done."

"Who knows?" Gavinrad shrugged. "Anyway, whether he is a paladin or a crown prince, he is much better than his peers."

At the moment when the two Paladins were talking, a light blue portal suddenly appeared in the open area of ​​the square. This portal became more solid, and the scene on the other side of the door could already be seen.

Uther and Gavinrad both straightened their backs. "Here it comes."

A tall knight wearing a blue and silver plate armor of the First Legion standard walked out of the portal, carrying a weapon wrapped in cloth on his back, although the style of the weapon, Uther and Gavinrad felt a clear wave of holy light across a long distance.

Uther and Gavinrad stepped off the platform, came to the knight, and greeted him with punches.

"Mograine, long time no see, how does the trip to Ironforge feel?" Gavinrad said with a smile.

There was also a smile on Mograine's face, "It's great, His Majesty Magni has shown me some real dwarf craftsmanship."

"Then what's on your back?"

Gavinrad stretched out his hand, trying to uncover the covering cloth, and seeing the true appearance of the weapon, Mograine stopped him.

"Sorry, it's not that I don't want you to touch it, but the holy light of this weapon is a bit too...strong. Even if it is me, I feel that using it is a burden now."

Mograine's expression became a little helpless, "A few of us may be able to bear it, but those ordinary soldiers are not necessarily so."

Gavinrad's eyes widened, "Is it so exaggerated?"

Seeing Mograine nodded again, Gavinrad finally gave up temporarily his intention to look at the artifact made of that crystal. He turned to ask, "Well, anyway, we can see you on the battlefield anyway. Arrived."

"Surely you won't be disappointed," Mograine said confidently, and then he looked at Uther. "When shall we leave?"

"Waiting for responses from other kingdoms: The dwarves have sent troops to Theramore to follow the first batch of Alliance soldiers, and their follow-up support will be a while later than us. The same is true for Stormwind." I Love Novel Network www.5ilrcxs .com

"What about Nadalaran and Quel'Thalas?"

Uther looked at the sun gradually slanting westward, "Dalaran's troops will directly teleport to Theramore and will not set off after meeting us in Lordaeron, so we are just waiting for Quel'Thalas' response. ."

Judging from Uther's tone and demeanor, Mograine also knew that the current situation must be that Quel'Thalas' attitude was not clear, or that the time for the troops to start was delayed.

This made Mograine frowned. "Those elves were very timely when they asked us for reinforcements. Now let them join the Alliance Expeditionary Army, and they start to push back and forth?"

Gavinrad just smiled and didn’t say much. The “sluggishness” of the elves is well-known among the high-ranking generals of human beings. The reason is simple. Their council always treats some things that are not in their interests. Put the agenda at the end to settle.

If it weren’t this time that Kael’thas and Silvermoon were contacted in the name of Arthas and Lordaeron at the same time, I’m afraid that after the Alliance’s expeditionary force arrives in Kalimdor, the elves’ "reinforcements" are still in Silvermoon The gate of the city dangled.

Although I don’t know what Arthas mentioned to Kael’thas in the letter, it is said that Quel'Thalas directly alarmed the Sun King Anastrian, who had not cared much about political affairs. The king almost decisively crossed the Silvermoon Council who wanted to antagonize and directly mobilized Quel'Thalas' army.

As the sun tilted more and more, the patience of Lordaeron's generals was almost exhausted, and there was still no movement in the square clearing that belonged to the Quel'Thalas teleportation position.

Uther's complexion remained unchanged, but his heart was very disappointed with Quel'Thalas' performance-couldn't even the Sun King contain the corrupt councillors of Silvermoon City?

"Taylan Fording!" Uther shouted, dispelling those thoughts from his mind.

A young general walked across the team and walked in front of Uther, saluting him with a serious expression, "Your Excellency, the Lightbringer, the First Legion and the Knights of the Silver Hand are ready to go anytime."

"Notify the mages, open the portal..."

Before Uther had finished speaking to Taelan, he saw the portal on the side suddenly lit up, and golden leaves floated from the other side of the portal.

"Sorry, everyone, the Farstriders of Quel'Thalas are late."

A clear female voice came from the portal, and the ranger general Sylvanas Windrunner stepped vigorously and took the lead out of the portal. Behind her was the ranger unit of Silvermoon City.

The general ranger saluted in front of the light messenger and said in a loud voice, "I'm sorry for being so late. We had some differences in the transmission of the troops, which delayed a lot of time.

Quel'Thalas’ mage troops were directly transferred from Dalaran via Silvermoon City’s teleportation formation, which would save a considerable amount of mana and time. The ranger troops took some effort to activate another portal."

The alliance generals nodded. Although the elves were indeed late than the scheduled time, none of them had expected the arrival of Sylvanas.

They originally thought that the high elves would send out generals like Lor'themar at most, and the troops were only meant to be, but now the high elves have shown enough sincerity.

At least in the Farstrider Ranger, it can be seen that they have almost spared no effort to dispatch all the personnel that can be deployed.

After the ranger troops regrouped on the land of Lordaeron, Sylvanas solemnly said, "We are ready and ready to go."