Ah, Andorhal (5)

Lelandis believed the two before her were not merely speaking casually. Their attitudes could basically represent those of the two major human powers in Northrend.

"Will the sentinels under my command need to fight tomorrow? They are all the finest warriors. The goddess would not wish to see the Undead continue their rampage."

Roderick did not know how to arrange these elite Night Elf sentinels. They were too few in number, and their fighting style was completely different from that of humans. After thinking it over, he said, "Wait until we encounter the Undead's elite forces before deploying. In the meantime, protect the mages and that kind young Druid girl."

"Then it's settled. I'll keep those matters in mind." The Night Elf turned to say goodbye and left.

Watching Lelandis disappear into the woods, Abbendis gazed at the dim, rolling mountains in the distance. "Aren't you nervous? After Stratholme, the soldiers have been left traumatized by attacking towns."

"Andorhal may once have prospered, but it is still only a small town, completely different from a vast, populous city like Stratholme. The Scourge's deployment here is not particularly tight either. We will certainly win." Roderick was full of confidence.

"There are quite a few necromancers entrenched in the Barov Family's castle. The two squads assigned to watch it won't be able to stop them." Abbendis suddenly thought of that sturdy castle radiating an ominous aura and asked doubtfully.

"Don't worry. I've already discussed it with Krasus. He'll ensure the safety of our flank. Only mages understand mages." Roderick had left a small number of soldiers stationed in the direction of Sorrow Hill, with that castle as their primary surveillance target. Speaking of Sorrow Hill, a thought suddenly struck him.

"I have an idea. You know the cemetery near Sorrow Hill. You