My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Not long ago, the mages were excitedly riding in the carriage, hiding behind the carriage that looked like a shield, and kept throwing the fireballs in their hands towards the camps of the Kingdom of Lordaeron/Army, lighting one tent after another.

However, these wizards did not enjoy this kind of "revenge" happiness for long, and they ushered in their doomsday-what they encountered was the high elf ranger led by Alleria and Sylvanas.

There are not many rangers who take refuge in the Kingdom of Lordaeron and serve as scouts in the Royal Guard of Lordaeron, but they are not small compared to the scarce number of mages.

The high elven rangers are born one of the nemesis of the wizards, and in front of their incomparable bows, the wizards' distance advantage disappears.

(Each version of the magic god who died in the hands of the hunter can circle Orgrimmar when the corpses are connected.)

What's more deadly is that these mages stayed in a closed carriage, only a small part of the upper body was exposed; this can indeed resist ordinary human archers, but for the high elf ranger...

Therefore, before these wizards belonging to the Gilneas Kingdom hadn’t realized the danger was imminent, the bow and arrow, like the kiss of a poisonous snake, had already bypassed the war horse and plank in front of them at a tricky angle, and penetrated fiercely. Their frail necks, or fragile eyeballs.(To be continued.)

766 Despair

When the wizards rushing in front of him rolled down from the carriage with arrows, Tormon felt that the situation was a little bit bad.

He slowed his pace, carefully paid attention to the camps that had been set alight, and then found that the burning enemy had not rushed out of the camp, and there was no screaming.

Of course, this is a very strange thing. Did the army of Lordaeron sleep soundly in the burning camp?

No matter how stupid Tormon was, he knew that this was of course impossible. He quickly realized that this must be a trap.

——The abominable group of Lordaeron people, they had long expected that they would come sneak attack, so they set up a trap for themselves, a deadly trap.

After all, Tormon hadn't been in the army for a long time, and he was an inexperienced commander; in the face of such a scene, although he did not immediately escape, he was unable to make decisive decisions in a short time.

Just when Tormon was a little confused, the soldiers of the Gilneas Kingdom rushed past him shouting and rushed to the depths of Lordaeron Kingdom/Army Barracks.

"Royal Guard of Lordaeron, charge!"

A loud shout came from the depths of Lordaeron's kingdom/barracks, followed by thunderous horseshoes, echoing the slight vibration of the earth.

"cavalry?"

Tormon was shocked-in essence, the Kingdom of Gilneas is a coastal country, similar to the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, there are not too many horses.

Tormon had never heard the sound of galloping horses, but on the battlefield, once such a large number of cavalry charged up, it would not give a young commander like him even the slightest reaction time.

Countless heavy cavalry wearing silver-white battle armor whizzed past the burning camp. The two-handed swords and sharp spears in their hands were shining with a little bit of cold light under the clear glow of the double moon.

"For Lordaeron!"

The burly knights shouted, sending their weapons into the enemy's throat-as early as this afternoon, the Lordaeron kingdom/army camp was leveled, and it was completely for the cavalry to ride back and forth.,

Not long ago, the mages had been addicted to running a gallop in a carriage, but now, their bones are not cold, and their allies have already tasted the taste of being trampled by horseshoes.

The one-man-tall horses are well-trained. They skilfully avoided the slow counterattack of the soldiers of the Gilneas Kingdom, and continued to assault forward with the knights on their backs.

Only the worst-luck Royal Guards of Lordaeron will fall on horseback for some insignificant reasons and be surrounded by the fragile Kingdom/Army of Gilneas; more Royal Guards of Lordaeron will wield their weapons and harvest Those helpless souls in front of you.

Infantry and cavalry are completely unable to fight on such terrain, not to mention the number of Gilneas kingdom/armies is still at a disadvantage.

"No running! Counterattack! Counterattack!"

Tormon and his guards shouted loudly, trying to prevent the retreat of the Gilneas Kingdom/Army; under the sharp blades of the Guards, it is true that most of the Gilneas soldiers chose to look back after hesitating. Against their enemies.

It has to be said that Gene Greymane is quite prestigious among Gilneas. These soldiers are not cowardly and cowards, and they will not easily flee.

However, the enemy they face is too powerful. In the past few years, the Royal Guard of Lordaeron has defeated the invincible army of orcs and the troll empire. Whether in terms of military quality or self-confidence, they have all It is the most threatening force in the human kingdom.

The counterattack of the soldiers of the Gilneas Kingdom could not save the failure of this raid, but sent more blood and death in vain.

The speed of the cavalry of the Royal Guard of Lordaeron gradually became slower, and the ground soaked with blood began to slip the horses' hoofs, and the horses could no longer run freely in the camp full of corpses.

But even if the speed is reduced, the mighty knights on horseback still follow an invisible rhythm like drums, cooperate with each other, and skillfully send the enemies in front of them into the abyss of death-at this moment, the meaning of their existence , Is killing, killing for the Menethil royal family.

"It seems that Lord Kanter can already deal with these enemies."

Arthas glanced out from the door of his father's camp, then lowered the curtain, and said to King Terenas who was half leaning on the camp bed in his coat.

——If the soldiers of the Gilneas Kingdom knew that in this battle, they had not even been able to hit within two hundred meters of King Terenas’ camp, how sad it would be.

"Next, what are you going to do? Attack all the way and take down Jean's palace?"

King Terenas certainly knew what the increasingly faint shouts of killing outside the camp meant. He had already crossed the battle tonight and set his sights on the far future.

"In the beginning I planned to follow these failed Gilneas kingdoms/armies to take the opportunity to take down the Greymane Wall, but then..."

Alsace stood at the entrance of the camp, looking at his father, his tone of voice paused for a while; seeing the smile on the old king’s face, Arthas shook his head helplessly-he knew that the price he had sold had already been lost. Father saw through, so he had to continue.

"But then I gave up this idea. Now we don’t have enough manpower to take down the entire Gilneas Kingdom. I plan to wait for a while. King Daelin’s fleet should already be on the voyage and has the latest intelligence. King Thoras’ army has also set foot on the Hillsbrad Hills. When they arrive, let’s move on."

Arthas said.

"Don't you worry that this will delay the fighter plane?"

King Terenas asked with a smile.

"Of course not, and...this is our best choice."

Arthas replied with a smile similar to that of his father.

...

"Master, what were you talking about just now!"

Leaving the camp of King Terenas, Frostmourne couldn't help but curiosity and asked Arthas.

For Little Demon Sword, she only knew that her master and master's father had just shown some weird smiles in her eyes in the camp, but she didn't know what was so happy.

"Xiaoshuang, you won't like it."

Arthas shook his head, without explaining Frostmourne.

In tonight's battle, although Arthas had given up on further capturing the Greymane Wall, they were completely at a disadvantage because of the recklessness of the commander of the Gilneas Kingdom.(To be continued.)

767 Wait

After King Terenas handed over the command of the army to a great extent, Arthas was not in a hurry to take down Gilneas, the already weak kingdom.

Since talking to his father at dinner that night, Arthas has been thinking about it, and he has indeed gained something.

Maybe Frostmourne and the Red Dragon Queen can help them quickly take down the Kingdom of Gilneas, but if you want to completely occupy this place... it is definitely not an overnight job.

And in this regard, Frostmourne and the Red Dragon Queen can’t help much-they can’t kill all the native trolls like they did in Ghostlands, right?

Even if the loss of the Royal Guard of Lordaeron in tonight's battle is small, their total number is there-Alsace cannot rely on more than 20,000 people to occupy the entire Kingdom of Gilneas.