" Wildhammer Gryphon Rider, assembled!"
" Ironforge Musketeers, assembled!"
" The Lordaeron Court Mage Corps is assembled!"
" The Order of the Silver Hand are assembled!"
In the Mage Quarter of Lordaeron, on an open ground, Princess Calia stood on a high platform, looking at the four formations before her, and nodded slightly.
Three hundred Wildhammer Gryphon Rider, four hundred Dwarves Musketeers, one hundred Court Mages, and three thousand members of the Order of the Silver Hand —this is the highest-level force Lordaeron can muster right now, and the entire army that is about to set sail for Whispering Shore for a life-or-death battle!
It's not that we don't have more soldiers, but we need to leave enough troops to defend Lordaeron, and we also need to have enough troops to defend places like Hearthglen, Chillwind Camp, and Tyr's Hand. We're already at our limit.
"Master Rhonin, Master Doan, Jaina, let's begin." Princess Calia looked at the three people at the front of the mage formation.
The three Archmage responded quickly, and each of Archmage, with the help of several mid- to high-ranking mages, opened a portal.
Ten minutes later, three portals, each allowing only three or four people to pass side by side, appeared in the open space.
"May you return in triumph!" Princess Calia shouted, her final blessing.
Uther remained silent and was the first to walk towards the portal, followed by Fenna, then three hundred Paladin, and two thousand seven hundred ordinary members. Among them, several soldiers carried a huge coffin containing the skeleton of someone who had been dead for several years.
The future Legendary hunter, Hemet Nesingwary, walked toward the second portal, followed by four hundred Dwarves musketeers.
Three hundred leaderless Wildhammer Gryphon Rider, wielding warhammers, flew into the third portal.
Once all the soldiers had vanished, Jaina led a hundred court mages into the portal.
Rhonin and Doan did not go.
Lordaeron must be defended by a sufficient number of high-end military forces.
Gavinrad Doom Sage the Messenger of Truth, the two Grand Knight, are also here.
Standing on the back of the old sea turtle, facing the sea breeze, Jiang Jie looked at the sparse Murloc and gently shook his head.
The individual strength of the Murloc was too weak. In just one surprise attack, Arthas killed over a hundred of them with a single sword strike. Moreover, these hundreds of Murloc were resurrected as Undead and became Arthas's servants, members of the Scourge.
The Murloc were even less disciplined; many of them ran away, and less than half returned.
These Murloc are useless here. Now that Arthas is on guard, a second Cheap Shot is impossible. With Arthas and Tichondrius's abilities, as long as they are prepared, they can always be alert to any movement around them.
What follows is a life-or-death showdown! And in this showdown, the only role of the Murloc is to feed the enemy kills and resources.
So, it's better to get lost!
" Muad, take all the Undead you can carry and leave here within five hours. Head west and south along the coastline to the west coast of Silverpine Forest. I will meet you there soon," Jiang Jie said calmly.
Watching the Murloc leave, Jiang Jie looked around. He was the only one left on the vast beach, along with the sea turtle at his feet.
"You should leave too, stay far away." Jiang Jie took a step forward and was already on the sea.
Then they went ashore and headed south to the outpost, galloping like lightning, far exceeding the speed of the best warhorses, and even surpassing the griffins circling in the sky.
Lightning and Rushing Thunder Step!
He had heard Jaina's message that the main force had arrived.
On the North Sea, most of the warships had sunk, with only one remaining afloat.
The deck was teeming with the Undead!
Death Knight!
Skeleton Warrior
Skeleton archers! Necromancers!
Ghoul!
Crypt Fiend!
Abomination!
Banshee!
This is all the troops Arthas brought from Northrend in the Arctic!
Most of the Undead sank to the bottom of the sea with the warships, but these Undead could not drown. Some were pulled up, while others slowly swam towards Tirisfal Glades from the seabed. However, their speed was too slow, and it was unknown how many would be killed by the ferocious fish in the ocean.
The losses are severe!
Arthas looked very unhappy, and so did Tichondrius.
How could they possibly be in a good mood after losing most of their troops before even achieving their initial goal?
Thankfully, I'm almost there.
Once he lands, he can convert hundreds of thousands of humans in Tirisfal, creating an invincible Undead Legion to sweep away everything in his path!
The sky had darkened; it was the darkest hour before dawn.
The reason for choosing to log in at this time is naturally because the Undead are not afraid of the dark, making it easier to launch surprise attacks and fight in the dark.
The distant continent was already faintly visible, Arthas's emotions were stirred like never before.
Death Knight should be detached and indifferent, shouldn't they?
"Prepare to land!" As Arthas pierced through the darkness before the light appeared, he saw faint lights in the distance. It was the watchtower of the Order of the Silver Hand, guarded by dozens of Paladin, Priest, mages, and Warrior from Tirisfal Monastery, mainly to prevent the Murloc of Whispering Shore from attacking nearby farms.
"There will be a fierce battle, Death Knight." Tichondrius looked up at the dark sky. "Those Gryphon Rider have already spotted us. Uther and the Order of the Silver Hand are definitely waiting on Whispering Shore! But it's alright, I'll cover you!"
The Dreadlord spread his wings and took to the sky under the cover of night.
His wounds had only healed halfway, but that didn't stop him from launching a terrible attack. All he had to do was tear open the Shroud of Darkness, communicate with the Twisting Nether, and summon a small but powerful vanguard of demons!
A mocking smile appeared on the Dreadlord's lips.
The real show is just beginning!
In a flash of Lightning, Jiang Jie arrived at the Silver Hand watchtower and met the main force that had come from afar.
One by one, the Gryphon Rider brought news of the current state of the Arthas fleet, and Jiang Jie also told the leaders about the Cheap Shot he had just completed.
"What? You really succeeded? That's wonderful! Nicholas, you've done a great job!" Uther's face lit up with barely suppressed joy. "Our pressure has been greatly reduced! This time, I will personally purify that brat Arthas! I'll teach him the price of betraying the Holy Light, betraying his country, and betraying his people!"
"The sea can't drown the Undead, and Arthas's forces are far more numerous than these." Jiang Jie glanced at the four units arrayed in square formations, frowned, and shook his head. "Lord Uther, I suggest all units immediately disperse, breaking up into small groups. Have you forgotten Tichondrius's attack during the Battle of Andorhal...? No, it's too late!"
Without Jiang Jie saying anything more, everyone raised their heads.
At this moment, they saw the dark sky above them being torn apart by an indescribable force, with black rifts piercing through Azeroth and the Twisting Nether.
Then, one by one, burning orange-red and green teardrop-shaped meteorites fell from the sky, and in terms of sheer number, there were even more than at Andorhal, several times more!
"It's Infernal!"
"Quick! Everyone scatter! Everyone scatter!"
"Mage! Cast all spells! Smash them in the sky!"
"Damn it! Tichondrius must have been preparing for a long time! At least fifty Infernal!"