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"Speak clearly, messenger." Terenas sat on the throne and stared at Leraine, who looked a little nervous, especially the word "messenger" in his voice was very long, like a suspicion. Yes, that's right.

Doubting, Lerain was certain that the wise king had doubted himself.

"The situation is very urgent, His Majesty the King." The priest took a deep breath and pretended to be calm. "The tribe will arrive here from the sea the day after tomorrow, but Marshal Lothar has no time to defend himself, so he sent me to come overnight to request assistance."

"How did the Horde land from the sea? Did they break through General Proudmoore's sea defense line?" Terenas continued to ask, but he had more doubts than before.

"I don't know about this either. General Lothar only said that the situation was urgent and asked me to return to Lordaeron immediately."

Terenas stood up and walked back and forth in front of the throne. He was wondering why Lothar would send a priest back to report on such an important matter instead of Uther or someone else he knew. The priest looked very young, and he

The emblem of the robe on his body comes from Lordaeron, not Stormwind City. More importantly, he is a low-level priest who was probably pulled into the army due to wartime needs. Then the problem arises - the difference in status between him and Lothar.

Huge, why would Lothar send him back to Lordaeron to ask for reinforcements?

"May I have your name?"

"Lelane, Your Majesty."

"Laryon." Terenas sat back on the throne. "Let me ask you, why would Lothar send you back? I think such an urgent task should be carried out more safely by Uther or someone else."

"Marshal Lothar is very short of manpower now, Your Majesty. Other leaders have their own tasks, and the scouts have been sent out. Marshal Lothar has no choice but to let me come back, because the war has not started yet, and the priests still have on hand

There is no important job." Lelane held his breath. He was nervous just now.

Tou Yihan had already thought about how to make Terenas believe in him. "I know you doubt my words, but my information is absolutely true..." Lyraine remembered the look in Nathanos's eyes when he begged him.

, he believed that what his friend said was true. "I am willing to guarantee it with my life, Your Majesty."

The old king on the throne touched his chin, and he was thinking carefully about whether he should believe this messenger. If Lerain's words were false, and he sent troops to support the front line but the tribe did not arrive, this would at most just waste some soldiers' rations.

But if it is true, he can send reinforcements now just in time to support Lothar. He must try no matter what, Terenas secretly made up his mind.

"What you said makes sense. Although I wonder why Lothar didn't respond appropriately to the coming of this war, I can't make fun of the lives of Alliance soldiers. Soldier!" Terenas shouted.

"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

"Who are the remaining generals in Lordaeron now, and how many people do they have under their command?"

"Your Majesty, you have transferred most of the generals to the command of Marshal Lothar. The only Lordaeron general stationed in the surrounding area is Garithos, the commander of the Sixth Legion. He has about three thousand soldiers."

"Garithos?" Terenas had some impression of this name. He remembered that the other person's full name was Osmar Garithos, and that he was the only son of a baron somewhere near the border of Quel'Thalas.

Although his status is not high, he is very influential in his fiefdom and has many soldiers under his command.

"Send a messenger immediately, Lelane, you go too. Let Garisses take his soldiers to support Marshal Lothar. We must arrive in time and there must be no mistakes."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Lelane nodded excitedly.

Terenas sighed: "Leave it to you."

Union Barracks

The weather is getting colder, and many Union soldiers have to put down their cold weapons and go back to the warm tents to take a sip of hot soup soon after training.

In the main military tent, all the leaders were reporting their work to Lothar.

The first is Khadgar: "Marshal Lothar, Dalaran's mage troops have arrived, and they are waiting for you to integrate them into the designated troops. They are all fifth-level magicians, powerful and absolutely obey your orders.

"

"I will not question the ability of Dalaran mages, Khadgar. But how do you ensure that they will not suddenly run out of magic on the battlefield? You know, this is the most fatal weakness of mages." Lothar looked at

My old friend.

Khadgar had already thought about how to answer this question: "Don't worry, they are now converting their magic into enough magic water. Although their magic will be exhausted in a short time, it will only take a few days."

Recovery. The situation you mentioned will never happen."

"Very good." Lothar smiled with satisfaction, then looked at Alleria, indicating with her eyes that she could speak.

"My rangers are stepping up their training, and our logistics are rushing to produce enough bows and arrows." Alleria smiled, then looked at Turalyon: "Thanks to General Turalyon, he has been supervising these days.

There was no delay in the supplies allocated to us by the alliance. I am extremely grateful for this."

"You don't need to say thank you, it's as it should be." Turalyon's face turned red slightly, and he scratched his head in embarrassment at the sudden mention.

"You are all doing well. I have written to General Proudmoore and asked him to pay close attention to the movements on the sea. King Greymane has also sent troops to station in southern Gilneas. We still need to strengthen the defense line now, Hills

Brad is the battlefield where we fight against the Horde. We still have some time, I plan to reorganize the refugees from Stormwind City, and they can also..." Lothar wanted to continue to say something, but saw Uther walking away with hesitation on his face.

When he came in, his eyes were helpless and worried.

"What happened, Uther?" Lothar asked.

Uther glanced at the others, lowered his head, and walked to the opposite side of Lothar. "I know I shouldn't let such things disturb this important meeting, but the Holy Light told me that I must do this. It was Nathano.

Si, Marshal."

"That child?" Lothar thought of the young man in his busy schedule, and then looked at Uther. "He hasn't left yet?" Lothar asked in surprise.

Uther remained silent and nodded.

"He still insists on his own opinion?" Khadgar asked.

The Paladin breathed heavily, as if he was gathering strength. "He rejected everything."

"What?"

"Food, water, quilt." Uther's answer suddenly made him feel heartbroken. "In such a cold weather, he has been in that small cage for two days, Marshal!"

"What!" Lothar was very surprised. "Why did he do this?"

"You should go and see how haggard he looks now. In the past few days, when I am not here, he will be scolded by other soldiers." Uther said and glared at Alleria, indicating that her

The soldiers also had a copy. "You asked him to admit his mistake." Uther's tone suddenly lost its gentle tone and became a little angry. "But he didn't, he wanted us to believe it.

Him." He choked up. "I didn't believe him before, and I used to doubt his judgment. But every time I see him in the cage, I curse myself from the bottom of my heart for not doubting my apprentice, but I believe it.

He is useless because I am not the supreme commander of the alliance." After Uther finished speaking, he looked at Lothar pleadingly. This warrior who was older than him must know the purpose of his coming.

After hearing this, Lothar lowered his head and looked at the map in front of him with a solemn expression. "You also know that I am the supreme commander of the alliance, Uther. Do you know the responsibilities of this position? Two pieces of intelligence, your apprentice and the one from

Ranger of Quel'Thalas. If it were you, what would you choose?"

"I won't let a chance go, Marshal."

"Lord Uther." Turalyon said: "Please forgive me for interrupting your conversation. Your concerns are reasonable, but if we temporarily change the battle plan now, it will cause unnecessary chaos. Material allocation and battlefield deployment will have to be redone.

Arrangement, if you ask us to believe Nathanos's words, you are telling us that all the work we have done these days is in vain."

Uther took a breath, Turalyon was right, he calmed down.

"I, you are right, I am a little emotional."

Lothar walked around the table and walked to Uther's side, patting the plate armor on his shoulder. "I will let him out now, and you can send him home immediately."

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Chapter completed!