Na misses her mother - more updates[15]
(Additional update for "Huo Zhengtinghao" brother [1/5])
At the triangular intersection where Elwynn Forest and Redridge Mountains meet, Lothar, covered in blood, is very tired. The horses beside him are tired and sticking out their tongues. However, the marshal and his Iron Horse Knightss are still in high spirits after two days and two nights of fighting and chasing.
Not only them, but also the Warriors who were rushing from the forest into the hills ahead were shouting dumbly for victory.
They finally drove Orcs out of Elwynn Forest.
I don't know how many Green Skins were killed in this battle, but it was indeed the most brilliant counterattack fought by mankind in the few months since War Horde invaded Stormwind Kingdom.
They took back their land!
This alone is enough to completely release the human beings who have been holding back their energy for the past few months today.
But Lothar is the commander after all. He was not dazzled by the victory in front of him, nor did he intend to lead the already very tired Warriors into the Redridge Mountainss in front of them.
This kingdom province that was the first to be conquered by Orcs has now become the "base camp" of the Green Skins. Near Stonewall Keep in the Redridge Mountains, the Green Skins have built a rather exaggerated mountain fortress, and Redridge Mountains is still the control area of Gnoll. It is not easy to break here.
Lothar decided to wait until the dwarves' Steam Tank and dwarf Gyrocopter troops arrived before discussing the march.
"The next step is Westfall! Lothar. We must stabilize the rear as soon as possible while resting on the front line."
At the place where Lothar camped, King Llane quickly came over with his attendants. Lightforged also showed fatigue in this continuous battle. Human life foundation is not as exaggerated as Eredar. Army of the Light veterans can fight in high-intensity battlefields without sleep for more than seven days, but human Lightforged is not so good.
Of course, this is also related to the short time that His Majesty Llane became Lightforged, and his understanding of Power of Holy Light is still insufficient.
"You're right, I think so too."
Faced with Llane's strategic suggestions, the marshal Lothar nodded and said:
"Redridge Mountains is a tough guy, and it is impossible for him to win in the same battle as Elwynn Forest. The High Overseer Eitrigg who presides over the place is a really smart Orcs. He manages this mountainous area to a great extent.
Apart from relying on the dwarf tanks and the dwarf Gyrocopter to attack the enemy head-on, I can't think of any good way.
Therefore, there is no rush here. The exiles of Northern Borderlands are being transported one by one by Prince Derek and his mother Queen Katherine. Elwynn Forest can become the new home of these innocent people, but the food cannot be produced immediately.
The most important thing is that the harvest season is coming soon."
Lothar gnawed on the dried meat and said to Llane who took out his pipe and enjoyed the tobacco:
"Our scouts have figured out Orcs's plan in Westfall. Ms. Parsonia's grandson Matthias even dressed up as a refugee and went to work on the farm occupied by Orcs for a few days.
According to the information he sent back, the Goblins of Venture Companys, who were in the same mood as the Orcss, brought a lot of engineering harvesters.
Those Green Skins are also aware of the changes in the war, and they plan to seize food. I guess they also want to run away.
But we can't let them run away."
"Then hurry! The sooner the better."
Llane blew out a smoke ring and said:
"But our army is at the Redridge Mountains at this time, and the Warriors need to rest and recuperate. It is difficult for the newly formed Army of the Light to independently support Westfall's battle, even if the brave Mag'har Orcs helps us. Westfall's territory is too big, and we need more Warrior."
"We have it, Llane."
Lothar grinned and said:
"When the first batch of exiles arrived at Stormwind, I instructed Windsor Commodore to select Northern Borderlands soldiers among them. The formation of "Seventh Legion" went very smoothly. In Westbrook Garrison's military camp, Windsor has already formed an army of six thousand people for us.
They are all made up of veterans from Northern Borderlands. They lack command but this is not a problem.
I will temporarily put Army of the Light led by Sir Fordring into the Seventh Legion as the commander. Paladin who can be selected into Army of the Light are the most devout and brave believers. With their leadership, Seventh Legion's frame has been set up.
The first batch of Steam Tank brought by the dwarves can also be used on Westfall's vast plains. I have heard about Army of the Light's "Mechanized Assault" tactics from Captain Fariya before. I think we can also imitate advanced military experience.
Using Steam Tank as the arrow of Charge, a swift and violent storm swept across Westfall.
We suppressed those Orcs on the front line of Moonbrook and Dagger Hills, forcing them to fight us decisively at Elwynn Forest!"
"You have a plan. It seems that you haven't been thinking about how to regain the kingdom's territory these days. Very good, then follow your plan!"
King Llane nodded with satisfaction and said:
"I stay here to prepare the army, Lothar, my brother, you take the Iron Horse Knightss back to Stormwind and prepare to start the recovery of Westfall. This is a terrible spin, you must hold on.
However, Venture Company has bet heavily on Green Skins, and I'm worried that the Goblins will form mercenaries to assist Westfall's Green Skins. In the past few months, those damn Goblin businessmen have been illegally mining our mineral veins, and they will not be willing to lose such a huge profit."
"Wouldn't that be better?"
Lothar sneered and said:
"First Fleet of Prince Derek and Third Fleet of Queen Katherine have been reorganized into a mixed fleet for a special period. In addition to the second- and third-class battleships that continue to transport exiles, Derek has eleven battleships equipped with more than one hundred and seventy guns.
Such a fleet is enough to roam every coast of the Eastern Continent. If Venture Company's Goblin dares to hire pirates to come and cause trouble, Derek will help us sink every pirate ship for free like a real Kul Tiras person.
He was simmering with anger.
Not only because Magic Plague caused Kul Tiras to lose its absolute dominance on the South Seas trade route, but also because poor little Jaina was kidnapped by the devil. Derek, who has always been a "good brother", is now filled with the terrible thoughts of rushing into Northern Borderlands and exploding with the devil.
He won't have any good impressions of devilish thugs like Green Skins."
"Hmm."
Llane blew out a smoke ring, then turned around helplessly and shouted:
"What are you doing hiding there? Don't you have the face to see people? Get over here!"
Lothar looked at the guy called by the king in surprise.
It was a tall human Warrior, with a really good figure, wearing the fine plate armor of a royal guard, but carrying a very majestic elf double-edged sword on his back. It can be seen from the runes on the sword that this is an absolutely rare sword.
But Lothar had never seen this royal guard. He was wearing a full-face battle helmet and seemed "shameless to see others".
"The helmet is off!"
Llane scolded him angrily, and the "guard" sighed, took off his helmet, and revealed a face that looked exactly like Llane.
"Holy Light is on top."
Lothar was so shocked that he threw the dried meat in his hands, and the Iron Horse Knightss next to him were all looking askance. Even Gavinrad, the alpha wolf of "Lightfang Clan", let out a sob of "werewolf shock".
"Varian? Is that you? Varian! How could you deserve to die! Did you accept Trial of Life from Spriggans in Draenor?"
Marshal Lothar immediately recognized the guy who was scratching his head with a smile, and Gavinrad next to him reminded him in a low voice:
"Before, he and King Llane fought against the late king Baratheon. It was he who pierced the psychic body of the late king with that elf sword and allowed the late king to rest in peace. According to my men The wolf cubs said that they heard with their own ears that the late King Baratheon praised Varian for becoming a more outstanding ruler than His Majesty Llane before he left."
No wonder Llane's expression now looks like he's eaten Orcs's daddy. So does the late king Baratheon. How come you're still playing the trick of "passing generations"?
"Well, it's a good thing that the child has a future."
Lothar comforted him helplessly, but he glanced at Varian, who was obviously tall but stupid, shook his head and said:
"Well, just follow me to Westfall first. Don't wander around the dangerous Redridge Mountains, but let's talk ugly ahead! Varian, since you took Spriggans's path to grow up early, and since you are willing to make some contributions to the people, then learn to be a good Warrior first!
When you go to the battlefield, you must obey orders and do whatever I tell you to do. Do you understand me?"
"Yes! Marshal Lothar."
Varian stood at attention, held out his chest and shouted to Lothar:
"Private Varian Wrynn reports to you!"
"Is there anyone with this name on the battlefield? Are you afraid that your identity will not cause trouble?"
Lothar scolded:
"Just call it your own codename. Come up with one for yourself."
"Oh, let's call it "White Pawn"."
Varian scratched his head and said loudly:
"I met a strong "Black Pawn" in Draenor. That guy was very powerful. I personally saw him kill a Fel Lord with one axe. He is really the idol of Warrior. I want to become a Warrior as strong as him.
It's a pity that Black Pawn never took off his helmet, so I never saw his face."
"Very good, that is also the rule of "White Pawn"."
Lothar picked up Varian's helmet, buckled it on the prince's head, and said:
"From today until the end of the war, you are not allowed to take off your helmet. Do you understand?"
"By the way, take that Demon Sword back."
King Llane pointed at "Demon Sword Apocalypse" sealed in the weapon box by Holy Light, and whispered:
"Although Father King's dead body has been purified, his soul was swallowed by that Demon Sword. You can go and ask Vigilant if there is any way to release Father King. Even sending Realm of Death is better than suffering like this."
"Quel'Thalas Expeditionary Force is reporting to you! Prince Kael'thas, we have been ordered to come to the Stormwind Kingdom to support the war. Sun King ordered us to accept the command of you and Marshal Lothar."
Just as Lothar brought White Pawn back to Stormwind to prepare for the Westfall war, at Stormwind's Mage Quarter, a High Elf troop walking out of the portal was reporting to Kael'thas.
At this moment, Prince Sunstrider was still a little weak because of Magic Addiction, but he held on to his Quel'dorei Golden Staff and nodded to the elf Priest in front of him that he had never seen before, and then to the familiar A-Qiang. Ahem, Captain Lor'themar Theron smiled.
"This is Ms. Liadrin."
A-Qiang took the initiative to introduce Liadrin's achievements in Sunwell to Prince Kael'thas. After hearing that she was God Chosen of Vigilant, Prince immediately nodded and said:
"Quel'Thalas thank you for your sacrifice and Consecration, Liadrin, you are the people's hero."
"Don't be like this, Your Highness, I'm already under enough pressure."
Liadrin, who was wearing a golden battle armor, carrying a Phoenix giant sword, and carrying a sacred covenant next to the battle armor, said with a bitter face:
"That's not how powerful I am, it's just that Vigilant used my hands to do great things. That's not my merit, and I shouldn't steal Saint's glory. However, I have a secret mission during this trip. Please allow me to temporarily retire."
"Huh?"
Kael'thas looked at Lor'themar in confusion. A-Qiang immediately stepped forward and explained in a low voice. Prince Sunstrider was immediately shocked, and a trace of panic appeared on his handsome face.
"What did you say? Grandpa, he has appeared? And he is in Sunwell?"
"Yes."
A-Qiang whispered awkwardly:
"Dath'Remar The late king reprimanded His Majesty Anasterian after the war. The words were very serious and put great pressure on His Majesty. Your Majesty asked me to tell you that you don't have to worry about domestic affairs, he will handle it.
You just need to gain reputation for Quel'Thalas and Quel'dorei in this demonic war!
In addition, Farodis Guardian also asked me to tell you that this expeditionary force will not only fight in the Eastern Continent, but after Polluter's army enters Kalimdor, we will also go to our former hometown to fight against the devil with our ancient compatriots and recreate the glorious unity of War of the Ancients.
And you
He is Quel'dorei's commander in this battle."
"Hey, this pressure is a bit too much."
Kael'thas has a little headache.
But this was an order from his grandfather, which he really couldn't refuse, and he couldn't help but feel "blasphemous words" in his heart. Just lie down and lie down. What kind of corpse fraud has made everyone very passive now!
Along with this expedition team came some elves Grand Magus from Silvermoon Council. They were led by Ms. Rommath and Ms. Gina Goldsword. This woman was no longer at Mage Quarter, but went to Goldshire to find her daughter Fina.
After the mother and daughter met, before Fina could tell her mother about her experience during this period, she heard her mother ask in a haughty voice:
"Have you met Derek Proudmoore?"
"Uh, yes, mother."
Fina felt pain in his face, knowing that this was the recurrence of his mother's "heart disease".
She secretly observed her mother's expression and whispered:
"Brother told me that King Daelin has always been treating you."
"Hey, who wants to hear from him?"
Ms. Gina sneered and said:
"I just want to tell you, stay away from the men of Proudmoore family, even your half-brother!"
"But I have to go to an appointment later."
Finna Goldsword sighed and said:
"Queen Katherine knows I'm here and wants to invite me to Golden Rose. She will lead the fleet to set sail tomorrow morning to Northern Borderlands to continue transporting the exiles. She only has time tonight. Now that you have said that, am I going to go to this banquet?
I'm waiting on an empty stomach to have a big meal in the evening. I heard that Queen Katherine specially invited Stormwind Kingdom's royal chef to cook."
"What? That damn man's wife is here too? Wanting my daughter to go to dinner? Isn't this provocation?"
Ms. Gina suddenly became furious.
Gritting her teeth, the coquettish High Elf lady dragged her daughter into the house by her pointed ears and screamed:
"Are you going to wear this suit of armor to the banquet? Don't you think Goldsword family's face is not humiliating enough? Just put on your skirt and sit down! I'll put on some makeup for you, and do the same for me."
"Ah? Do you want to go too?"
"Nonsense, Goldsword family women are never afraid of the enemy's provocation!
I want to see what qualifications she, a woman with a political marriage to a high position, has to show off her power in front of my "senior". Although I hate that bastard Daelin, I can be sure that the relationship between me and him is true."
"Ah, you're crazy, really."
"Shut up!"
Regardless of whether Stormwind Kingdom's high-end hotel Golden Rose will be demolished tonight by the crazy High Elf Grand Magus. In the cathedral, Diakum, who had just finished today's prayer, saw what Liadrin handed over.
The golden crystal ball brought out from Sunwell was held in her hands. After being separated from Sunwell, Divine Object seemed to have calmed down. From the appearance alone, it was no different from an ordinary crystal ball.
"Has she always been like this?"
Diakum took the golden crystal ball and asked Liadrin:
"Farodis didn't tell you anything else?"
"Phoenix Guard told me that Sun Spirit is in sleep mode now."
Liadrin knew what a crystal ball was and also knew Star Soul Lord's attitude towards High Elf, so she answered honestly and under great pressure:
"Because Sunwell was used to set up an ambush, the Holy Spirit took the initiative to enter dormancy and temporarily handed over the control of Sunwell to the late king Dath'Remar. If you want to wake her up, just inject your Holy Light into it.
Although the Holy Spirit was born from Sunwell, she is not the life of Arcane, but a real energy life."
"Well, I guess so. After all, she is the "daughter" of Star Soul Lord, so she should be more powerful."
Diakum's fingers caressed the golden crystal ball. As the holy flame was injected into it, the crystal ball quickly levitated and swallowed the scorching fire. His appetite was so good that even Vigilant was a little surprised.
After feeding like this for several minutes, the corner of Diakum's eye twitched.
He couldn't help but say:
"That's almost it! My holy flames are not in vain. If you continue to eat them like this, I will become weak."
"Hey, your majestic Vigilant Saint still needs so much holy flame from me?"
A very nice voice sounded from the crystal ball, and then a standard High Elf jumped out of it amidst the sound of breaking eggshells.
She has long blond hair, pointed ears, and a slim and well-proportioned body.
That face was a bit weird. Diakum and Liadrin stared at it for a few seconds, and then Liadrin exclaimed:
"This face is not"
"Well, the gender-changed version of Kael'thas."
Diakum sighed:
"I guess I was too lazy to Face Sculpting, so I chose the face of the Sunstrider series. I have to say that the feminine and handsome posture of Prince Sunstrider is really suitable for this kind of male-female setting."
"What are you talking about?"
Ms. Sun Spirit Anveena floated beside the two of them like a spirit body. She looked at Diakum with her hands on her hips, and finally focused on the Heart of Azeroth ring on his finger. She bit her lip and whispered:
"Is that the artifact my "mother" gave you?"
"What you really want to ask is Star Soul Lord's attitude towards you, right?"
Diakum took off his Heart of Azeroth and handed it to Anveena. He said:
"Ask Him yourself, don't be afraid. Star Soul Lord is a kind character. Years of suffering have taught Him to cherish good children. Although you were born in an accident, I believe that the Lord will take care of you as you deserve."
Anveena was a little hesitant.
She looked at Heart of Azeroth in front of her, hesitated, and said:
"But you also said that my birth was a mistake. High Elf suffered from Magic Addiction because of me. I feel like a symbol of disaster."
"You are just the spirit body of Sunwell. Dath'Remar and Farodis decided to build it. What does it have to do with you?"
Vigilant forced World Heart's ring into Anveena's hand, and he said:
"Let's talk to her, and we outsiders won't get involved."
After saying that, he walked out of the cathedral with Liadrin, and was about to ask Liadrin about his understanding of Holy Light Doctrine. After all, he was also his "Temporary God Chosen". If he didn't know anything about Path of Light and Shadow, wouldn't he be embarrassing himself by going around in circles?
As a result, before I even asked this question, I saw Frostwolf Daughter Gaiara flying down with a Dread Raven.
After she landed, she rushed up and shouted to Vigilant:
"Quick! My brother is lost!"
"Ah? Who did you say lost it?"