After playing with Galia for an afternoon, Vanessa secretly returned to Lordaeron that day.

She started out as a thief and is also a modern person. She attaches great importance to the collection of intelligence.

She would not fully believe the intelligence of Duke Ravenhod, and her thieves and night vision werewolfs were also slewed nearby.

The facts proved that Duke Lavenhod's intelligence was not a problem. He was aimlessly searching for the mountains, so he would definitely not find anything. With the help of an insider, the thief belonging to Vanessa still found the army of Forsaken on the outermost periphery. Compared with the intelligence of several parties, Sylvanas's marching route was very clear.

The other party will indeed pass through the barrier of the undead and then go straight to the capital of Lordaeron along the avenue.

At this time, a lot of marks were drawn on the map. In order to eliminate the vital power of the Forgotten in this battle, Old Fordine transferred the Seventh Legion of Lordaeron, who was originally silver dawn, to leave only his son Tyran. Fordine brought three thousand men to guard the vast area of ​​the Hand of Tyr and the Holy Wishing Chapel of the Holy Light.

These people in the Silver Dawn had different thoughts, but their combat power was not low, and the professionals were far higher than the other legions.

Mainly veterans, accompanied by some new recruits, Lordaeron gathered an army of more than 30,000 people, while Sylvanas stayed in Stantholm due to several civil strife and stayed in Stantholm. At this time, there were only 20,000 soldiers around him, and humans had the advantage in the number of soldiers.

There is nothing to choose when attacking. Although ambushing is usually chosen at night, the actual night combat requirements for command are very high. In the sight of the forgotten, there is no difference between day and night, so I chose ambushing during the day.

Old Fording made a good combat deployment, and he looked at the generals: "Generals, we will completely solve the Forgotten Ones in this battle and revive Lordaeron!"

"Revival of Lordaeron!"

"Revival of Lordaeron!" The generals had a very high fighting spirit, three to two troops, and an ambush again, so it was hard to lose.

Unknown to have an insider in his team, in order to avoid Lordaeron's sentry detectives, Sylvanas seemed very careful, rested during the day and marched at night, gathered the Withered, Old Knights and more than a thousand Forsaken civilians who followed them on the road.

She had long known what feelings were, but after the Withering Man officially heard the news of the fall of Undercity, Sylvanas was still very angry. She felt that after being humiliated by Arthas, she was humiliated by his sister.

She felt that she was about to be blown up by anger, and her whole body was filled with evil spirits. Even the withered person did not dare to talk to him at this time.

Her army passed by the Fireplace Valley and was very careful, but the humans released here had already run away. Sylvanas wanted to set fire to vent her anger, but found that when the humans left, they had burned everything nearby. She wanted to vent her anger but didn't know where to vent.

The Fireplace Valley was worthless, and she led her army southward, bypassed Andorhar, occupied by the undead legion, and quickly headed towards the West.

"Her Majesty, there is an enemy ahead." The Withered is now responsible for the investigation. On the one hand, he does have this ability, and on the other hand, Sylvanas trusts him.

Riding on Baron Rivendale's death war horse, Sylvanas looked ahead with expressionless expression. The Withered One who had been following her for a long time knew that this was to let him say it quickly.

"It was the men from the Bloody Monastery who were attacking the barriers of the undead, and the female priest, the Grand Prosecutor Whiteman." The Withering said truthfully.

The Bloody Monastery is also an old rival to the Undercity. These crazy believers have been making trouble for the Forgotten Ones, saying how powerful they are, but not, but if they ignore them, they will rush out from time to time to cause trouble.

Sylvanas was in a bad mood, but now it is even worse. When did these rats dare to attack their territory?

The scarlet lips raised slightly: "No one left, kill them all!"

The leader moved his mouth, his subordinates ran away, and the Withered Person unconditionally followed the orders of the Banshee King. Although the old knight believed that his current goal should be to raid the capital of Lordaeron, there was no need to pay attention to such a small-scale battle between hundreds of people and hundreds of people, the Withered Person ignored his suggestion and dispatched a large army to surround the human soldiers who were still fighting in the barrier of the undead.

This stronghold is very interesting. There are mountains in both north and south directions, and there is only an east-west channel in the middle.

Sylvanas set up a stronghold here, which was carefully considered.

At this time, the soldiers of the Eight Hundred Blood-Colored Monastery had already attacked the stronghold. If there were no reinforcements, the less than three hundred Forgotten people would be dead.

Both sides were about to decide the outcome, but the battlefield was not wide and surrounded by the Forsaken Legion who came from afar.

The Banshee King's order was to keep one, and the Withered One formed a three-layer inner layer and three-layer outer layer.

The soldiers of the Blood-colored Academic Academic who were fighting with the Forsaken in the barrier of the undead immediately transformed the offensive formation into a defensive formation. Behind the elite hall, several leaders and figures were preparing to lead the team out of the encirclement.

The enemy's reaction speed was a bit fast, but the Withered One didn't take it to heart. He had 20,000 elite troops and only 800 people on the other side. It was not difficult to destroy the other side. The difficulty was that he could not let one go.

The originally orderly marching formation was mobilized, with infantry holding swords and shields in the inner circle, spearmen in the middle, and archers and some generals riding with death war horses on the outermost perimeter.

They looked at the blood-colored monks in the encirclement like cats and mice, jokingly.

Faced with the forgotten ones pressing step by step, they had to give up the idea of ​​breaking through and choose to stay where they are.

Commander Renault Moglani waved a hammer with his hands. Any forgetted person who approached him would be smashed into pieces. His whole body seemed to have endless strength, and the broken limbs piled up in front of him into a hill.

Occasionally, arrows and swords were slashed on the body, and the prosecutor Whiteman, who was protected by the soldiers at the core, would also give timely treatment. The two cooperated tacitly, and ordinary Forgotten soldiers were no match for them at all.

"Stand up, my warrior!"

"Fight for you, my lady!"

"Fight again, my warrior!"

"As for orders, my lady!"

"Get up! My Warrior!"

"I can play all day, my lady"

Whenever Renault Moglani was seriously injured or exhausted, Whiteman would encourage him, saying it was love or the power of the holy light. Anyway, Renault Moglani relied on his own to repel the three fierce attacks of the Forgotten One.
Chapter completed!