"I feel it, your anticipation... Your desire, Alsace. Minethiel, you're thirsting for power..."

"Blade of Destruction for the sake of justice, you remind me of an old friend... You are very similar, unexpectedly similar, maybe, you can go down the same path as him..."

"Come, when you make up your mind, come to Northrend..."

"Endless winds and blizzards will show you the way, and at the end of that icy world, you will have everything you want..."

"Strength enough to change the world, enough to protect your country and people..."

"I'm waiting for you... Alsace. ”

"Now, wake up... It's not time for you to rest... Time too! ”

The swaying sound echoed in Prince Arthas's groggy mind, and he could hear it, the old, mysterious voice, the power that finally dispersed the undead at the end of the battle, and he could even remember the backs of the undead who should have been the killer in his most vulnerable moments.

It's all like a strange dream... He shouldn't have survived.

"Buzz"

Arthas opened his eyes suddenly, as if there was a force that had awakened him from his slumber, and at the moment he opened his eyes, the prince felt pain, pain from all over his body, and he tried to lift his hand, but the jerky, aching joints were like a lack of lubrication from oil, and he couldn't help but let out a groan.

The next moment a glass of water was handed to the prince's mouth, and Arthas swallowed it with difficulty, and he tried to flip his head, only to see a little girl with wide eyes who was looking at him curiously.

The child must have been about 11 or 2 years old, she had beautiful black eyes, chestnut hair neatly combed, and was wearing a slightly old, but very clean dress, this was a very beautiful little girl, she held a glass of water in both hands, and after the prince had drunk the water, she also intimately wiped his mouth with gauze.

"Ahem... Child, who are you? I, where am I? ”

The prince tried to smile palely, and he asked in a low voice, and the little girl responded with a sweet smile, and she whispered:

"We are in Andorhar, and my father said that you brought us here, and he said that you are a kind and brave prince who will definitely be a good king in the future, oh, my name is ... My name is Pamela. Redpass, everyone is busy, so my father asked me and Brother Timmy to take care of you, and there was a beautiful big sister in the next room who seemed to come to see you. ”

"Pamela, that's a nice name."

The prince endured the pain that came from his body, and he said to little Pamela:

"Can you help me and call an adult over? I have something to ask them. ”

"Okay, of course."

Pamela stood up, and before she could run out of the room, she picked up a worn-out, but equally cleanly washed doll from the corner, and placed it gently at the head of the prince's bed, and said to Arthas:

"This is my favorite doll, when I am sick, my father always puts it next to my bedside, so that I can get better soon, I will give it to you, Your Royal Highness, you saved us, father said, all the people in Dalong should thank you."

With that, Pamela lay on the edge of the bed, kissed the prince on the cheek, and ran out of the room with a grin, and a moment later a familiar voice entered the house.

Gianna crossed her waist and leaned against the wall, looking at Arthas lying on the hospital bed, with a hint of a smile in her gentle eyes:

"Look, our great hero has woken up... There's also a new admirer, a pretty little girl, and she likes you, right? ”

"Oh, Anna, do you even eat children's vinegar?"

When Arthas saw Gianna, a glimmer of heartfelt joy flashed across his weak face, and he struggled to get up, Gianna stepped forward quickly, lifted his body up, and placed a pillow close to the prince's neck, and she looked at Arthas, and said in a reproachful tone:

"You still like heroes, don't you? Why don't you bring more people? Why are you... Don't tell me? ”

"It's my responsibility, Anna, and my responsibility to Lordaeron shouldn't involve you."

The prince breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the sunlight outside the window, and he whispered:

"I don't want to involve you either, I almost died, you know, the crisis that almost lost you last time, once is enough."

"But if I'm by your side..."

Gianna sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and took the prince's wrist, she looked him in the eye, and said in a deep voice:

"You won't get hurt, you won't be like this, you're afraid of losing me, aren't I afraid of losing you? You bastard! In your heart, your people are always more important than me, right? ”

"No, no, no, no!"

Arthas hurriedly explained: "Just as important, no, I mean, I can give everything for the people, but my heart will always be with you." ”

"That's it!"

Gianna shook her head, and she said to the prince:

"Your love words are still so bad, forget it, don't embarrass you, let's get down to business, because of your heroic actions, the people of Daron County have been evacuated to Andorhar, but 800 people are still missing, but you are not to blame, no one can ask you to do better... His Majesty the Emperor has consulted with the Council of Six, and special portal maintenance mages have been stationed in each of the important cities of Lordaeron to help coordinate the defense between the major cities. ”

"Frankly, it's a great idea, but it's draining two-thirds of Dalaran's reserve almost all at once, but the good thing is that the Sun King of Quel'Thalas will migrate some of the elves to Dalaran, and their spellcasting abilities will fill some of the defensive gaps."

Gianna sighed:

"The situation is bad, Arthas, too much has happened in this day of your sleep."

"It's been 3 days since His Majesty Jean disappeared, and the whole of Gilneth is in chaos, werewolves are attacking cities and plundering land everywhere in that country, and no one knows what those werewolves are going to do."

"Hinterland's eastern defenses have also been attacked, the undead of the Northlands, as we now call them, have breached the city of the Trolls of the Evil Branch, and are now attacking Eagle's Nest, and... The Arathi Highlands, too, have some not-so-good signs. ”

A hint of helplessness flashed across Gianna's face, and she leaned against the chest of the silent Arthas, and she whispered:

"Arthas, I don't know what you think, but it seems to me that the Northern Frontier... Empire, fate has brought us to the edge of a desperate precipice... This time, we probably won't be able to make it through. You say, what the hell should we do in the face of this situation? ”

"Of course we can't stop fighting and let fate tie our hands, but Anna, perhaps... Maybe there's another way. ”

Prince Arthas raised his hand with difficulty, stroked Gianna's long hair, lowered his voice, and said:

"Just yesterday, Thrall, that clever orc told me something... That might alleviate the current crisis of the Empire, and at least allow the warriors to have no worries when they are fighting. ”

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"Blow up this mountain pass! Kudran, blow it up! ”

Vorstad harnessed his griffons and roamed the sky, the gargoyles wandering in the sky on the other side could not keep up with the griffons flying at full speed, and the Hammerlord commanded the griffin knights to drop bundles of powerful bombs into the battlefield below, not only blowing up the fragile bodies of the undead, but also sealing the path of the undead from under the plateau.

Beneath the skies controlled by the griffin knights, the Human Empire and the Plateau Legion of Quel'Thalas have joined forces to defend the line of defense from Queldani's hut to the Altar of the Trolls of the Evil Branch, which is the line between the plateau and the plains of the Hinterland Mountains, and it will be difficult for the undead to launch a large-scale onslaught.

And on the other side of the battlefield is the Hidden Stone, to the human commander Halver. The Seventh Legion, led by Wimbane, is luring a massive horde of the undead into the mountains of southern Hinterland in the form of a movement warfare.

The mountains were mysterious, forbidden even to the Hammer dwarves who had lived here for hundreds of years.

Because among the lush mountains live the most powerful creatures of Azeroth... Dragon! To be precise, it's the Green Dragons, the Green Dragons who guard the entrance to the Hinterland Emerald Dream Realm, they don't participate in mortal wars, but anyone who dares to enter this valley will be mercilessly attacked by the Green Dragons.

The Seventh Legion, which is a special legion, does not officially exist in the military system of the Empire, although it is called a legion, in fact, it is more of a militia volunteer army, most of them are immigrants from the Stormwind Kingdom, in the Archbishop Chaldean. At Morgan's appeal, the soldiers, who were angry at the loss of their country and their loved ones, joined this special legion very enthusiastically.

And Halver. Wimbane, a veteran of the Orc Wars and a Berval veteran. A member of the Knights of Stormwind commanded by Duke Vortagen, after the defeat of Stormwind City, he was invited by the archbishop to serve as the commander of the Seventh Legion, judging from the current military sequence of the Empire, the Seventh Legion is not first-class in terms of combat effectiveness or equipment, and it is not even second-rate, but this does not hide the fighting spirit of the Seventh Legion.

The Avengers with nothing are the most feared... And the legend belonging to the Seventh Legion will also be written from the Battle of Hinterland.

"Everyone, do you understand your mission?"

Wearing a light hunting suit, Halver carried a heavy sword, and he looked back at the huge number of undead who were attracted behind him, and he shouted to the commanders in front of him:

"I don't need you to kill many undead, you know? Let these undead provoke those dragons, this is our battle plan, and the companions of the Stormwind Kingdom who sacrificed their lives for the country are watching us from the sky, brothers, don't let them down! And, survive! ”

"Let's go!"

Under the command of Halver, the army formation of the Seventh Legion, which was constantly moving forward under the pursuit of the undead, quickly dispersed under the leadership of the commanders, and retreated into the raging river behind the Hidden Stone from three directions, and the mages of the Seventh Legion desperately built three ice paths on the river, which was inspired by the strategy of the Darkblade Knights to attack the Arathi Heights.

And the undead were fearless, seeing the humans rushing into the secluded valley opposite on the ice bridge, these undead also roared and rushed over, and the human team became more and more scattered, so that the undead who were chasing after them also began to disperse, and in this valley called Seradan, the green dragons who guarded the gate of the Emerald Dream Realm soon felt the undead aura that disgusted them.

The green dragon is a dream dragon, although it is not as life-revering as the red dragon, but the green dragon's affection for nature is the strongest of all dragons, and the green dragon is also the dragon with the best relationship with the druids, they are quite sensitive and disgusted to the undead who violate the laws of nature.

Just as they dispersed, a steady stream of undead stepped into the core forest of Seradan, a dragon roar sounded from the forest, and those huge, green-scaled dragons flapped their wings and rushed into the sky, spraying extremely corrosive venom breath on the undead community on the ground, and in just a few minutes, most of the undead who invaded Seradan were wiped out.

In the absence of high-level combat power, these weak walking corpses are completely unable to cause damage to the dragons flying in the air.

Some of the young green dragons rose up, all the way across the border of Seradan, in the sky above the Hidden Stone, with the breath of the undead constantly destroying the undead army array, and seeing the dragon and the undead fire, the soldiers of the Seventh Legion quickly rode the war horses, turned back to the main battlefield, of course, there are some warriors unfortunately died under the dragon's breath.

How to say, for the green dragon, human life and the emerald dream they guard, there is no need to think about it at all.

"Whew"

Seeing the green dragons enter the battlefield, the Scourge side also quickly dispatched their air combat weapons, those frost bone dragons made of bones, in the eyes of the Lich King, the dragons of Azeroth are not worth fearing at all, killing all the troublesome green dragons can instead give more replenishment to the frost dragon community.

A green dragon flapped its wings and swept across the battlefield, and at the moment when it felt relaxed from the slaughter of the undead, a behemoth suddenly sprang up from under the soft ground of Hinterland, and the attack hit the green dragon before it had time to spit out a mouthful of venom before its wings were torn open by the Crypt Lord's massive forelimbs.

The baby dragon wailed and fell to the ground, soon surrounded by the swarming undead, and the massive Crypt Lord Anubrak raised his bug-like head and looked at the dragon hovering in the sky with a cold gaze, its dark blue eyes flashing with disdain.

Perhaps other creatures will be afraid of dragons, but it won't!

When it was still alive, in the hunting grounds of the Dragonbone Wilderness, these large winged lizards were just food for it and its generals.