"Emergency" Arthas waved his hand and passed them quickly.
Princess Kalia immediately realized that the situation was serious. She picked up her snow-white dress and trotted along with Arthas to the balcony, then she was shocked.
Both brothers and sisters seem to be struck by lightning, like a buzz in their ears, and they can’t hear anything. Everything irrelevant in the horizon has been filtered out. They stay where they are, like marble statues.
From this high east balcony, you can see the most beautiful scenery of Lordaeron.
Nearby is a blue, sparkling and sea-wide lake Lodanmir.
In the distance, there are endless ups and downs, such as barrier-like Aotelanke Mountain.
At this moment, these scenery are still so touching and magnificent. However, these scenery are surrounded by a bunch of people who are constantly squirming in the white walls and grasslands of Lordaeron.
This flood of bright green, which has nothing to do with nature, is constantly writhing like locusts, eroding the whole grassland and spreading to the shore of the lake, as if to fill everything in the horizon with this green color-this is not an illusion, and Duke Marcus, deputy commander-in-chief, has repeatedly warned and is not alarmist. This time, the tribe is really coming.
With towering murder
With total destruction
Arthas heard the maids exclaim behind him, but he could hear nothing but squeezing his arm and his sister breathing.
"Mo Loew! ！” Arthas binge drinking woke up the knight captain who was staring at the distant scene with his mouth wide open.
"Temple!" Moeller quickly lowered his head.
"Sound the alarm! Machengmen! Let all the soldiers stand on the wall, and we can’t resist their first attack except to defend the wall. "Arthas made his decision."
"But there are thousands of refugees waiting for inspection outside the east gate of the temple …"
Arthas’ cheek muscles twitched and "forced the door directly"
"There are three thousand refugees outside!" Moeller’s face was almost ready to cry.
Arthas slapped him in the past "idiot! These three thousand people are dead! If we pay 300,000 people in Lordaeron to save 3,000 people, we are Lordaeron sinners! Go! Horse! "
Burying his face, the captain of the bodyguard quickly went to be continued.
Chapter 42 Lordaeron crisis (in)
King Arthas is right. Only in this way can he save most of his people. It is absolutely commendable that he is so young and determined.
Arthas was also wrong, because in this way, he was different from throwing away even a small part of his own people. In this age of sacrifice courage and chivalry, the vast majority of brave kings would choose to send generals and even personally lead troops to carry out counter-attacks to win precious vitality for the citizens who have not yet entered the city.
Princess Kalia put her hands over her mouth and nose in amazement, and looked at Arthas in disbelief as if she had known Arthas for the first time instead of being a dependent partner, and had been loving each other for thirteen years.
"Sister! Father took away almost all the generals and wizards! He didn’t leave me a city champion knight! " Arthas complained a little angrily.
No matter how brave a general is, he can lead a group of pigs to victory
Blame it on the western front. The pressure on the western front is too great. It is suspected that it is best to pretend that King Terenas was forced to take away almost every professional soldier in Lordaeron except the royal guards.
At present, except for a few archers, many soldiers guarding the city can still play with pitchforks a month ago, and farmers can’t even wear armor.
"Sister, you stay here." Say it, and stay speechless. Kalia Arthas strode towards the tower, followed by Molev.
"Mo Loew! Send a small team of royal guards to wait for orders. If the east gate is broken, take my sister west to find my father immediately. "
"What about you, Temple?"
"No one can take the city of Lordaeron away from us if the menethil men are not dead." Arthas’s words are like nails, "Let all the generals on standby lead their troops to the East Gate."
Wear a slightly larger and exquisite armor as soon as possible-this is a gift from his father, King Terenas, when he was 12 years old. The precocious teenager Arthas looks majestic, but that’s all. He is not long enough to lift it. What he wants most is to pick up a large double-edged broadsword with a hammer.
When he rode to the east gate surrounded by guards, he was startled to find that the gate was still open. A large number of people from towns and villages around Lordaeron had not yet entered the city, but they were even more chaotic and desperately trying to squeeze into the narrow gate hole with their belongings.
Arthas grabbed the breastplate of the gate officer. "I told the horse to close the gate! Why not? Do you want to kill all 300 thousand people in Lordaeron? "
The city gate officer defended "but they are all our close neighbors and friends! I also know many of them. Sister Mary always travels to Yinsong Forest, and Shang Annong … "
"Here they come!" Moeller exclaimed.
Follow the guard captain’s finger, Arthas, and look east.
Different from the balcony of the tower, from this angle, you can see a small forest one kilometer away and then a lake further away.
At this moment, the fastest-rushing orcs have rushed out of the Woods.
Orcs charge quite fast, although not as fast as the fastest horses, but not much different from the packhorses.