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"Nathanos, Nathanos!"

Uther leaned on his horse, trying to make it run as fast as possible. The person he called had already heard his voice.

"Here I am!" Nathanos responded. He found that there were two other paladins behind Uther - Tirion Fordring and Saidan Dathrohan. Waiting for them to ride away on the holy horse.

Recently, Nathanos discovered that there was another person behind him. Compared with the three paladins traveling with him, that person seemed too ordinary, but he was not a paladin. Nathanos discovered that the surface of his armor had the pattern of Stromgarde.

"I'm glad you're here, kid." Uther jumped off his horse, took off his helmet, and turned his head to signal to the other two paladins. They nodded to each other and went elsewhere, and the human that Nathanos didn't recognize

But he followed Uther to Nathanos.

"Let me introduce you." Uther said, and the stranger saluted Nathanos as if he were a commander. Such serious etiquette made Nathanos feel a little uncomfortable.

"This is Danath Trollbane from Stromgarde, the nephew of King Thoras Trollbane, and the captain of the militia of Stromgarde. He is the adjutant promoted by General Turalyon."

"Hello, first time we meet!" Danas stretched out his right hand with a friendly smile. Nathanos held the calloused hand. It was hard to imagine that Danas was not over thirty years old.

But he looks like a warrior who has been baptized by battle. His status is noble and he is the nephew of a king. This status is enough for him to achieve high honors in the upper class, but his identity makes Nathano

Si was very surprised.

Militia captain? The last time Nathanos heard of this identity was more than a year ago, in Southsea Town. At that time, Lothar had just arrived in Lordaeron, and the person who received them was a man named Redpath, and he was also

A militia captain, which is by no means a particularly high status, appeared in Danaus. At the same time, he didn't look like a noble. It's no wonder that Thoras Trollbane didn't look like a king.

Nathanos suddenly felt relaxed when facing him. Perhaps this is why Turalyon chose him as his lieutenant.

"Nice to meet you, Danaus."

"Lord Uther told me a lot about you on the road. It's incredible. I'm honored to fight alongside you."

"Me too. The calluses on your hands have proven that you are a strong warrior. I can't wait to see your skills."

Danas looked at his hands. The skin on them was slightly sallow, and there were thick calluses on the joints of his thumb and index finger, but this was a symbol of honor. He chatted with Nathanos for a few more words, and then went

Report to Turalyon.

After watching Danas leave, Uther touched his beard on his chin and said to Nathanos with great satisfaction: "It seems that your communication skills have been greatly improved."

Nathanos shrugged, "I just met someone I can talk to. At least he doesn't look so...holy."

night

After a meal of crocodile meat with mushroom pickles, Nathanos stayed alone in a simple tent to assemble his own bows and arrows. He changed the types of bows and arrows every day. Which bows and arrows must be more lethal, and which bows and arrows need to be equipped with anesthetics for ease of use.

Capture prisoners, and they need to be coated with special medicine to prevent the opponent's wounds from healing.

There was a noise in the camp. It was the reinforcements from Eagle Nest Mountain. The griffins always made some harsh noises when they landed. It sounded like Kurdran was angry at Turalyon for not notifying him earlier.

Complain.

The moonlit night was quiet, at least before the female elf appeared behind him. Nathanos assembled another arrow and stuffed it into the designated position in the quiver. He turned around and looked up at Alleria. She

His eyes are very cold, but they still have a cool feeling.

"What's up?"

"you lied to me!"

Nathanos was startled! But he looked at her strangely.

"What?"

"Turalyon summoned the alliance not to attack, but to defend. He announced in front of everyone at the military council today that as long as the orcs from the Dark Portal do not attack here, he will not send troops."

Nathanos nodded and continued to turn around and fiddle with his weapons. "That's good, at least no one will die." He was confused as to why Alleria didn't have an affair with Turalyon at the meeting.

They argued, but now they are blaming themselves.

"What should we do with the dead people?" She asked him in a very soft, even deep voice! These words made him hold the arrow in his hand tightly. Sure enough, Nathanos guessed what she was going to say,

He wanted to tell Alleria that even if she killed all the trolls, she would not be able to bring those people back. The dead could not be resurrected, at least that's what Nathanos thought now.

He didn't answer, because no matter what he said he couldn't avoid an argument, he chose silence, and it worked.

"coward!"

The female elf picked up a stone and threw it at him. Nathanos listened to her footsteps getting further and further away, and finally made a decision. He took out all the bows and arrows and transformed them for the second time...

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Late at night, when everything gradually became quiet, Nathanos finally finished everything and prepared to rest, but suddenly he smelled the smell of fuel in the air. He looked up and saw a burst of fire coming from behind the slope in the distance, and flew out

Hundreds of rockets.

"Enemy attack!" Nathanos shouted before these nightmarish arrows hit the ground, and the surroundings were quiet enough that many people heard him when he shouted.

Turalyon rushed out first. He was only wearing a pair of coarse linen trousers, but he already had Lothar's short sword and a lion's head shield in his hands!

Among the panicked crowd, the first ones to recover were Alleleria and her rangers. He looked at her and wanted to explain something, but in the end what he said was: "You got your wish."

Alleria had a victorious smile on her lips, but she closed her mouth when she saw the orcs charging out of the slope. On the contrary, she just nodded, and then calmly directed the battle.

There must be at least hundreds of orcs! Although they look insignificant, the Alliance army is completely unprepared for battle. Nathanos has been paying attention to Alleria, and he found that her face was mixed with fear and excitement, and her face

He also became distorted by hatred and anger. He thought of the conversation between Zul'Aman and Zul'Aman. It was obvious that for Alleria, she finally had the opportunity to eliminate these "scum". He did not want to see her take action against killing.

So eager, he was also afraid that this desire would make her reckless.

Turalyon shouted to everyone, "Uther, you lead an attack from the enemy's rear flank and sandwich them between us and Nethergarde Keep. Once we defeat them, we will immediately strengthen the defenses. Come on!"

Uther nodded and immediately organized people to prepare for what Turalyon said!

Orcs, hundreds of them, were pounding on the outer walls of Nethergarde Keep. This was beyond almost anyone's imagination! Nathanos shot an orc through the throat with an arrow.

"We need to attack before they discover us. Gather the soldiers and wait for my charge slogan." Turalyon shouted, and everyone nodded and conveyed the order in various swift ways. The soldiers tightened their grip

He took out his belt, drew his weapon, and began to organize a powerful counterattack.

"Son of Lothar!" Turalyon shouted again, and the power of light helped him spread his voice into the ears of every soldier under his command. "For the Alliance, for the Holy Light!"

Behind him, the soldiers also shouted their own special battle roars. Turalyon slashed his sword downwards, rushed forward, and together with his soldiers, fought out with great swords, axes and hammers.

A bloody road, and the guards in the Watch Fortress began to cheer. Alleria and her rangers opened their bows from left to right, taking arrows, nocking arrows, aiming, and shooting at inhuman speed. A series of actions were done in one go, with perfect accuracy. Order

To people's surprise, it didn't take long for Uther to effectively organize an attack behind the orcs.

Turalyon mounted a war horse, kicked the horse in the crotch, knocked down an orc who tried to follow him, and rushed into the crowd...

The battle ended incredibly quickly, but the orcs retreated on their own initiative.

"Danath, I'm glad to see you're not hurt." Turalyon looked around.

"I almost died." Danas replied with a difficult smile.

"In the name of the Holy Light, this battle comes too suddenly!" Turalyon whispered. When Danas heard this, he gritted his teeth!

"Those orcs have planned everything! This is proof!" Although Danas' voice was low, it was still trembling. "We sacrificed many people..."

"Yes." Turalyon nodded to his friend and second-in-command. "But defending Nethergarde is the first priority." He frowned. "But what is the reason for their attack? Their numbers are insufficient.

Capture this place."

"Obviously, they want to pass through here to invade other areas of Azeroth." Khadgar replied, but Turalyon shook his head.

"No, that's unreasonable. This is definitely not the strength of the entire tribe. Where are the other orcs? Why did they only use part of the army to attack?"

Khadgar frowned, "You are absolutely right."

"There is a way." Nathanos suddenly broke into their conversation. "It only takes one orc. Believe me, I will let him tell us what we want to know." Nathanos' face seemed to reveal a smile.

The same hatred as Alleria.

Turalyon nodded reluctantly.

Nathanos glanced at Alleria after receiving permission. The elf ranger was checking the fallen orc corpses everywhere! No one was spared alive! Nathanos clenched his fists and sighed heavily! Then he turned around

Run out of camp!
Chapter completed!