Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 359: Crisis

Hanging sheep and beating drums, this is a trick that the Chinese ancestors played out, and it is definitely new to the Horde. When Grom led his army to attack the Lordaeron camp, which theoretically had at least 100,000 people, he saw only a cavalry team of less than a thousand people and dozens of paladins beating the small troops he sent out.

"Chase! Chase quickly!"

On the plains, two legs can never outrun four legs. No matter how hard Grom stared, he could only watch the last troops of the Lordaeron people gallop away, while the Horde could only eat dirt behind them.

In fact, the Lordaeron army that retreated two days earlier also failed to make it back to Lordaeron City in time. The terrain of Tirisfal Glades itself limited the speed of retreat.

Not to mention, an army of more than 100,000 was squeezed into a forest road that could only accommodate two carriages running side by side. No matter how fast they marched, it would take at least a week to reach the city of Lordaeron.

In this era, few kings dared to play teleportation. King Terenas was almost mad with anxiety.

He had personally witnessed the orcs' human siege skills. Two orcs dared to charge at the gate of the fortress with a tree trunk. If he left them alone, they would open the gate in two or three minutes.

"Hurry, hurry! My Calia! My Arthas!" Terenas' heart was broken when he thought of his wife and children who still stayed in Lordaeron.

Unlike most other kings, Terenas was a typical late-born son. He had Calia when he was nearly 40 years old, and then Arthas. In this era of early marriage and early childbearing, it is true that he had a child in his old age.

He couldn't be said to be extremely doting on his children, but his love for them was no less than that of any other father in the world.

Terenas had already asked Mograine to abandon the army and lead the Knights of Lordaeron back early, but he was still afraid that they would not make it in time.

In fact, the Horde arrived the day before the vanguard of the Lordaeron army arrived.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! The orcs are attacking!"

Arthas, who was in the palace, was stunned. He raised his handsome but childish face and looked a little dazedly at the captain of the royal guard, Melef, who hurriedly broke into the inner palace.

"What?"

It's not that Lordaeron didn't receive the news. In fact, Duke sent a magical message as soon as the capital of Alterac fell two days ago. Duke repeatedly warned that the Horde would probably arrive within three days, but no one in Lordaeron could come up with a solution.

Moreover, many nobles believed that it was impossible for the Horde to arrive within three days, because it would take humans at least seven days to travel to Broken Ridge by land.

When King Terenas was not in Lordaeron, Arthas was the regent. Of course, although Arthas was already quite independent at the age of 13, he still played the role of a mascot because of his age.

At this moment, he completely ignored the nobles below who were waiting to be summoned and were now talking in fear. He stood up suddenly and waved his hand to signal Molev to come forward: "The orcs are here?"

"Yes, your highness." The captain of the guard replied quickly.

Molev was an experienced veteran. Terenas promoted him from the border guards to the guards during a patrol when he was young. As time passed, he was promoted to the captain of the guards. Arthas knew him very well. Molev was by no means a coward without courage. But now he was pale and trembling all over.

"They crossed the Alterac Mountains earlier than expected - even when I reported to Your Highness, they should have already reached the shores of Lake Lordamere."

Arthas quickly passed by the captain of the guards and strode out of the inner palace. He almost trotted with the guards through the hall, climbed the spiral staircase of the nearest tower, and walked to the nearest balcony.

There was a melodious piano sound coming to my ears. The sound was so soft and pure that it made people's anxiety seem to disappear.

That was the sound of the piano played by Arthas's sister, Calia. This was Calia's piano room. When Arthas entered wearing leather armor, the maids waiting by the piano, as well as Calia herself, all looked up in astonishment, looking at Arthas and the guards such as Molev who followed behind him and rushed in in a hurry.

"Arthas?" Princess Calia asked tentatively.

"Emergency." Arthas waved his hand and walked quickly past them.

Princess Calia immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. She lifted her snow-white skirt, trotted to the balcony with Arthas, and then was stunned.

The two siblings seemed to be struck by lightning, their ears buzzed and they could hear nothing. All other irrelevant things in their vision were filtered out, and they stayed there motionless, like marble statues.

Looking out from this high east-facing balcony, you can see the most beautiful scenery in the whole of Lordaeron.

Nearby is the blue, sparkling Lake Lordamere, as wide as the sea.

In the distance is the endless, undulating, barrier-like Alterac Mountains.

At this moment, these scenes are still so touching and magnificent, but on the empty grassland between these scenes and the white walls of the royal city of Lordaeron, there is a constantly moving crowd of green people.

This bright green torrent that had nothing to do with nature kept twisting, eroding the entire grassland like locusts, spreading all the way to the lakeshore, as if to fill everything in sight with this green - this was not an illusion, and the repeated warnings of Deputy Commander Edmund Duke were not alarmist. This time, the Horde was really coming.

With a strong murderous intent.

With endless destruction.

Arthas heard the screams from the maids behind him, but he could hear nothing except the breathing of his sister who was squeezing his arm.

"Molev !" Arthas's roar woke up the knight captain, who was now staring at the distant scene with his mouth wide open.

"Your Highness!" Molev quickly lowered his head.

"Sound the alarm! Close the city gates immediately! Send all soldiers to the top of the wall. We have no way to resist their first wave of attack except to defend the city walls." The very opinionated Arthas made his decision. freēwēbnovel.com

"But, Your Highness, there are still thousands of refugees waiting for inspection outside the East Gate..."

The muscles on Arthas' cheeks twitched. "Just close the door by force."

"There are at least three thousand refugees outside!" Molev looked like he was about to cry.

Arthas slapped him and said, "Idiot! These three thousand people are doomed! If we sacrifice the three hundred thousand people in Lordaeron to save these three thousand people, we will be the sinners of Lordaeron! Go! Now!"

The captain of the guards covered his face and went down quickly.