The Hanging Sheep Beating the Drum was a trick used by the ancestors of Huaxia. It was definitely something new for the tribes. When Grom led his army towards the Lordaeron camp that had at least 100,000 people, he only saw less than a thousand cavalrymen and dozens of Paladins torturing his small army.
"Go! Go! "
On the plains, those with two legs could never outrun those with four legs. No matter how much Grom stared, he could only watch as the last troops of the Rotterdam Kingdom left them in the dust, while the tribe could only eat dirt behind them.
In fact, the Lordaeron army that retreated two days earlier could not make it back to Lordaeron. The terrain of the Tirisfal Forest itself limited the speed of retreat.
Not to mention, the 100,000 troops were squeezed on a forest road that only allowed two carriages to travel side by side. No matter how fast they marched, it would take them at least a week to reach Lordaeron.
There were not many kings in this era who dared to use teleportation. King Terenas was almost going crazy.
He had seen the Orcs' godly skill of attacking cities with his own eyes. Two Orcs carrying a tree trunk dared to rush towards the gate of the city. If left alone, the gates would be opened in two to three minutes.
"Quick quick quick! My Kalia! My Arthas! "Terenas' heart broke when he thought of his wife and children who were still in Lordaeron.
Unlike most other kings, Terenas had children at an old age. He only had Kalia when he was almost 40, and then Arthas. In this era where people married early and had children early, it was not wrong to say that he had children at an old age.
He did not spoil his children very much, but he loved them as much as any father in the world.
Terenas had already asked Mograine to abandon the army and lead the Lordaeron knights back. He was still afraid that they would not make it in time.
In fact, the Horde had already arrived a day before the vanguard of the Lordaeron army arrived.
"Your Highness! Your Highness! The Orcs are attacking! "
Arthis, who was in the palace, was stunned. He raised his handsome but childish face and looked blankly at Melev, the captain of the royal guards, who had rushed into the palace in a hurry.
"What?"
It was not that the Rotterdam Kingdom did not receive the news. In fact, when Alterac Royal City fell two days ago, Duque had already sent a magical message. Duque repeatedly warned that the tribe would likely arrive within three days, but none of the people from the Rotterdam could come up with a solution.
Many nobles believed that it was impossible for the tribe to reach the Broken Ridge within three days because it would take at least seven days for the humans to travel by land.
When King Terenas was not in Lordaeron, Arthas was in charge of the kingdom. Of course, the 13-year-old Arthas was already quite assertive, but because of his age, he was still more of a mascot.
At this moment, he completely ignored the nobles who were waiting to be summoned and were now whispering in fear. He suddenly stood up and waved his hand, gesturing for Molev to come forward. "The orcs have arrived?"
"Yes, Your Highness," the guard captain answered quickly.
Melev was an experienced soldier. When he was young, Terenas had promoted him from a border guard to a guard. As time passed, he slowly rose to become the captain of the guards. Arthis knew him very well. Molev wasn't a coward. Right now, his face was pale and his body was trembling.
"They crossed the Alterac Mountains earlier than expected. In fact, by the time I reported to Your Highness, they should have already advanced to the shores of Lordaeron Lake."
Arthis quickly walked past the guard captain and strode out of the inner palace. He practically jogged with the guards through the hall, climbed up the spiral staircase of the nearest tower, and walked to the nearest balcony.
The melodious sound of a piano could be heard. The sound was so soft and pure that it seemed to make all the anxiety in one's heart disappear.
It was the sound of Arthis's sister, Kalia. This was Kalia's piano room. When Arthas barged in wearing leather armor, the maids who were waiting by the piano, as well as Kalia herself, all raised their heads in shock. They stared blankly at Arthas, who was followed by Molev and the other guards, rushing in.
"Arthis?" Princess Kalia asked tentatively.
"It's an emergency." Arthis waved his hand and quickly walked past them.
Princess Kalia immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. She lifted her snow-white dress and trotted all the way to the balcony after Arthis. Then, she was stunned.
The two siblings felt as if they were struck by lightning. There was a buzzing sound in their ears, and they could not hear anything. All other irrelevant things in their field of vision were filtered out. They stood there motionless, like marble statues.
From the high east balcony, they could see the most beautiful scenery in the whole of Lordaeron.
Nearby was the blue, sparkling Lordaerl Lake that was as wide as the sea.
In the distance, there was the endless, undulating Alterac Mountains like a barrier.
At this moment, the scenery was still so breathtaking and majestic. However, on the empty grassland between the scenery and the white city walls of the Rotterdam Kingdom, there was a group of green people that were constantly squirming.
This bright green torrent, which had nothing to do with nature, kept twisting and turning. It was like locusts eroding the entire grassland, spreading all the way to the shore of the lake. It was as if they wanted to fill everything in their field of vision with this green. This was not an illusion. Deputy Commander Duke Marcus' repeated warnings were not alarmist talk. This time, the Horde had really come.
With an unyielding murderous intent.
With an endless amount of destruction.
Arthis heard the screams of the maids behind him. However, other than the sound of his sister's breathing, he could not hear anything else.
"Molev!!" Arthis's roar woke the captain of the knights, who was staring at the scene in the distance with his mouth wide open.
"Your Highness!" Molev quickly lowered his head.
"Sound the alarm! Close the city gates immediately! Get all the soldiers to the top of the wall. Other than defending the city walls, there is no other way to defend against their first wave of attack. "Arthis, who was very assertive, made his decision.
"But, Your Highness, there are still thousands of refugees waiting for inspection outside the east gate …"
Arthis's cheek muscles twitched. "Just force the door open."
"There are at least three thousand refugees outside!" Molev looked like he was about to cry.
Arthis slapped him. "Idiot! These three thousand people are dead for sure! If we sacrifice three hundred thousand people in Lordaeron to save three thousand people, we will be the sinners of Lordaeron! Go! Now! "
The captain covered his face and quickly left.
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