Ah, Andorhal (2)

The most surprised was Knight Ashlam Valorfist from Stormwind City. He knew that Stormwind City and Southshore were not on good terms, and his own paltry combat strength would not earn him much regard from others.

Roderick's proposal instantly gave him enormous political capital. If Andorhal could be retaken, then with that military achievement, Stormwind City would have no choice but to acknowledge his existence.

He was profoundly grateful for Roderick's arrangements and would certainly do everything in his power to assist in the battle. Victory at Andorhal was now closely tied to his future prospects.

Alixie and Krasus exchanged a brief glance, neither of them raising any objection. As high-ranking mages, their status was entirely different from that of these knights, and they had no need to care much for such superficial prestige.

Watching Knight Roderick speak fearlessly and eloquently before everyone, then distribute the final authority in a manner that was fundamentally fair and equitable, winning unanimous approval, further enhanced Roderick's prestige.

Being there in person, Krasus once again sensed what set this young knight apart. If they won this battle, then with the Scarlet Crusade's full support, Roderick would become the most influential voice in Northrend. No matter how powerful Dalaran's influence was, it could not achieve that.

After the command structure had been arranged, the human coalition from Chillwind Camp began advancing toward Regret Ridge Cemetery. The Ghouls that Roderick had led his men to clear out some time ago crawled back up from beneath the ground, seemingly endless.

The Scarlet Crusade Knight Order led by Marlene was the first to enter the battlefield. Blessed by the Holy Light, strengthened by priests, and with even their weapons soaked in holy water, the fully armed knights charged at the Undead gathered across the open ground. Thunderous hoofbeats