Walking on the road from Southshore to Dalaran, Arthas would urge the horse under his crotch to walk a few steps from time to time, then stop in place and wait for the large army to catch up with them, with unconcealable anxiety on his face.
In addition to the reason why he just saw the destroyed Southshore, Arthas's behavior is also related to someone in Dalaran. However, no matter how uneasy Arthas is, he must also fight with everyone. The troops moved forward together. Although he was anxious, he did not think that he could help Dalaran alone. If Undead's advance was fast enough, Dalaran might have been surrounded by Dalaran at this moment.
"Don't worry, Your Highness, we are definitely not the only ones going to support Dalaran." Dathrohan saw Arthas's worries and comforted, "Dalaran's The mages are not as hot as Southshore, and the soldiers from the royal city can also go to Dalaran through Lordamere Lake. Dalaran's defense must be very comprehensive."
This was also confirmed by the Ravenholdt assassin who finally woke up. He was not the only one who sent the news of Undead's landing from Silverpine Forest. At this time, Lordaeron, Dalaran and Gilneas should all have received the news, so that they would not be caught off guard.
The person responsible for leading this assassin is none other than Aaron, and his mount is a mechanical motorcycle that has not appeared in a long time.
Aaron has not summoned this motorcycle for a long time since it was used to carry Rhonin who was unable to ride alone or even be carried forward due to exhaustion of physical strength. After all, compared to griffins or war horses, the speed of this motorcycle has no advantage and the ride is very bumpy. Over time, it is not used frequently.
If he hadn't walked on a familiar road again, and there happened to be a wounded person beside him who was not easy to take away, Aaron might not have remembered that he still had such a mount.
"Mr. Assassin, how are you feeling now? Are you interested in telling me what you saw at Silverpine Forest?" Because he had to adapt to the speed of marching, the motorcycle driven by Aaron was not very fast, and he still had time to chat with this man who was exhausted due to injury.
Due to certain rules of Ravenholdt, only a few people who join this organization can have names at the moment, and most people can only give up a pseudonym when necessary. It is said that this is to show that the members of Ravenholdt have made a clean break with their pasts. Therefore, Aaron can only call this person "Mr. Assassin".
The Ravenholdt assassin nodded and said to Aaron in a low voice, "If you are interested, Lord Aaron, I will be happy to tell you about the scene when your old acquaintances appear."
His words mean that Ravenholdt even knows something about Aaron and Northrend. This is not surprising at first, but it is a bit outrageous that even their grassroots members know about it.
However, Aaron has no intention of letting this person answer this question for him at the moment. It is more reliable to first listen to how many people Scourge sent to Eastern Kingdoms, although Aaron once led people to Undead's base camp. It was lost, but Ner'zhul was still able to expand his troops while hiding underground. According to what the assassin said before, Aaron suspected that Nerubians had once again gone to the Holy Land of the Five-Colored Dragon to steal a lot of dragon corpses. Otherwise, where did their Frost Wyrm come from?
"After discovering that Cult of the Damned's actions were strange, we began to pay attention to this organization that appeared and rose inexplicably. Although the members of this sect are scattered all over the place, we still found one of their important strongholds in Silverpine Forest. The poor order in that area greatly reduced the resistance to their expansion. In order to monitor their movements in real time, I and a few of my coins were sent there to monitor the tomb robbers."
"At the beginning, Cult of the Damned's performance was not much different from other sects. It was nothing more than demagogueing people and conducting some seemingly evil research. However, later this organization showed unusual expansion capabilities. Other sects that also established a foothold in Silverpine Forest were either annexed or voluntarily joined them."
"This sounds unbelievable. Most of these weird sects have very different beliefs. Some pursue eternal life, and some yearn for death... If they met, they should only fight. However, Cult of the Damned broke this impossibility. As a result, by the time we realized something was wrong, Silverpine Forest had completely become the territory of Cult of the Damned."
"What's even weirder is that I don't know if the news we sent back was ignored or not sent back at all. Anyway, we have watched Cult of the Damned swagger in Silverpine Forest for more than a year."
"In fact, over the past year or so, Cult of the Damned's actions were no different from before they developed. However, about a month ago, we noticed that Cult of the Damned began to shrink its manpower and gather towards the coast. We thought at first that they were planning to go to sea, but we did not expect that they were going there to welcome the landing of Undead."
"That's it." Aaron thought to himself that this guy's story-telling ability is as good as his own. After talking for so long, he finally got to the point.
"It should have been half a month ago," the Ravenholdt assassin said to himself, not knowing what Aaron was complaining about, "We noticed that those Cult of the Damned Cultists frequently sent people to the coast. We knew that something was about to happen. However, it was not until a week ago, when those monsters landed, that we knew that these guys actually made such a big noise."
At this point, the assassin took a breath, with a hint of horror on his face. "What first appeared were a dozen large broken ships, and one after another Nerubians and Abomination came off the ship, followed by more than a dozen black floating spires, and behind the spires were countless Frost Wyrms."
"Countless?" Aaron frowned. This description is a bit bad. Even if Frost Wyrm's strength is weakened compared to when he was alive, it is still a very powerful monster. Even if it comes to Eastern Kingdoms is definitely not easy to deal with if it only has a hundred heads. The three heads of Red Dragonflight forced High Elf to cower in Silvermoon City and tremble.
"It was too dark at the time, and we didn't dare to get too close. We conservatively estimate that there were at least a hundred of them."
"That's really bad. I think it's time to ask for help." Aaron let go of a hand and took out the Titans communicator from his arms, preparing to tell Archaedas the news., this kind of thing can't just give him a headache. Besides, to deal with Frost Wyrm, it is definitely more reliable to find a giant dragon. This also requires help from Archaedas and the others.
However, before Aaron could remember to activate the communicator, he was interrupted by a sudden change. A four-pyramid flying castle appeared in the sky in front of the team. It was Necropolis of Scourge.
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