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Volume 2: Travel Notes on the Eastern Kingdom Chapter 412: I¡¯m back

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    The roaring sound of horse hooves was like continuous thunder, exploding in the Arathi Highlands.  šI

    If you haven¡¯t witnessed it with your own eyes, it would be difficult for most people to imagine what a magnificent sight it would be to have tens of thousands of knights galloping on horseback!

    Highland Knight.

    Another honorific title given by the natives of Azeroth to the knights of the Kingdom of Stromgarde.

    In that era when the Arathor Empire had not yet disintegrated and the seven human kingdoms had not yet gone their own way, it was those highland knights who fought on the front line against the aliens and propped up the Arathor Empire with unnecessary sacrifices and glorious victories.  Half of the world, it can be said that before the Paladins appeared, the Highland Knights were the backbone of the human race and the sharpest spear for mankind to defend its right to exist.

    Even though time has passed and thousands of years have passed by, in terms of cavalry strength alone, the Highland Knights are still the best among the seven human kingdoms.

    Now, the highland knights once again mount their horses, raise their spears, respond to the call of the Federation of Azeroth, and fight for the entire human race.

    Everything is like going back to the most glorious years of mankind thousands of years ago.

    The stars and moon hang high, and the night wind blows on your face.

    The reinforcements, composed of a total of 12,400 Highland knights, are currently galloping on the Arathi Highlands, marching towards the Hillsbrad Hills under the stars.  As the vanguard of the Alliance's reinforcements, the knights of the Stromgarde Kingdom who occupy the strategic advantage are destined to be the first reinforcements to rush to the battlefield.

    But the Highland Knights will not fight alone.

    The dwarves of Ironforge, who had already issued a mobilization order, were following closely behind. Now they have crossed the mountains and swamp-filled wetlands of Loch Modan and reached the Sador Bridge.  The Wildhammer dwarves from Eagle's Nest Mountain will enter Hillsbrad Foothills via Icewind Hills.  And met with the Highland Knights at the foot of Tarren Mill.

    "Your Highness, the night is already deep." Lieutenant Varokkar, the commander of Prince Garin Trollbane's bodyguard, rode his horse to Prince Garin's side.  Dutifully reminded: "The long march will test the physical strength of the horses and warriors. Should we rest on the spot overnight to recover our physical strength?"

    "After all, according to the intelligence from those Alterac spies, the tribe's vanguard has been recommended to the abandoned Durnhold Castle line and is marching towards the dwarf outpost of Dangarok." Lieutenant Varokkar's face showed  A hint of worry emerged, and he admonished with a worried tone: "We are very likely to plunge into the tribe's ambush. If the soldiers are not strong enough, then once a battle breaks out"

    The vast plateau landforms and lush pastures of the Arathi Highlands make it an excellent source of highland war horses.  Every highland knight on this expedition is equipped with at least one person and two horses, and a few knights can even have one person and three horses, which greatly improves the reinforcement speed and endurance of the Arathi Kingdom's reinforcements.

    But even so, nearly two days and nights of high-intensity marching still left the Highland knights exhausted.

    "We are almost at the border, Lieutenant, let the soldiers hold on a little longer. Just say that we will repair under Thoradin's Wall tonight." Garin Trollbane pulled out a forced smile and said to his most loyal  The subordinate explained.  "After all, according to His Excellency's plan and arrangement, we don't have enough time."

    "Excuse me, Your Highness. But your Excellency" Lieutenant Varokkar's tone was hesitant.  He asked tentatively: "Is it really the one in the legend? I still can't believe it. After all, they have been missing for many years and there has been no news about them since then."

    "That's right! It's him!" said the mysterious figure.  A flash of fanaticism and admiration flashed across Garin Trollbane's young face.  At this moment, Garin Trollbane looked less like a prince and more like a fanatical groupie.

    However, this feeling is understandable.  After all, no matter who is able to see the idol of his childhood in person, excitement is inevitable.

    Speaking of that Excellency, Prince Garin¡¯s mind could not help but return to the ever-changing summit in the North County Monastery.

    ¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªThe dividing line of memories¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª

    Perhaps in Anduin Wrynn's mind, the summit of the seven alliance nations should be solemn and solemn.

    However, when the young prince opened the door of the conference hall accompanied by Duke Bolvar and Countess Katlana, Prince Anduin was stunned and sluggish for a moment.

    There was tension in the venue, and the leaders were at loggerheads.

    That scene was completely different from what Anduin had imagined.

    "Everyone!"

    "Everyone! Please be quiet!"

    The royal elite education allowed the little prince to grow up quicklyHe concealed his surprise and kept speaking out to try to end the chaos in the venue and get the summit back on track.

    However, not many people in the audience paid much attention to what Prince Anduin said.  Representatives of the various parties in the alliance quarreled with each other, and even some who had a history of enmity were abusing each other.  In the turbulent sky, the voice of an inconspicuous human child was easily drowned in the noise.

    But Anduin Wrynn is no ordinary boy, nor is he an ordinary prince.

    A bright holy light shone in the venue, and the Ashbringer in Mograine's hand instantly resonated with the pure holy light. They echoed each other and sent out waves of clear and bright voices. The ancient bronze bell on the bell tower even sounded like the little prince.  The holy light rising from the body swayed slowly under the agitation, and the solemn and distant bells rang in everyone's ears, gradually calming everyone's anxiety and irritability.

    For a time, all the leaders in the field fell silent, turned their heads and looked at the stubborn little prince of Stormwind City against the holy light with unexpected eyes.

    "Everyone, please take a seat!" Surrounded by the realizations of the leaders, this made the little prince a little nervous when he experienced this kind of battle for the first time, but soon Anduin controlled his emotions and showed his age.  Inconsistent maturity: "The situation on the front line is not good, I hope the summit can start as soon as possible."

    "Who are you, little devil? Where is Varian? My intelligence tells me that he returned to Stormwind City yesterday after missing for a long time." As soon as the little prince finished speaking, Perino, who represented the former Kingdom of Alterac,  Lord De had already spoken out in a bad tone: "Is there no one in Stormwind City anymore, so that's why we let a young brat host this summit?"

    "Eden Perenold." At this time, Duke Bolvar, who had been standing next to Anduin silently, spoke up.  His Excellency the Archon gave the provocative Syndicate leader a deep look.  He reminded in a calm tone: "Prince Anduin is the only heir of His Majesty the King and the future undisputed king of the Kingdom of Stormwind."

    "Do you need me to remind you what we use to defend the honor of Stormwind City?"

    Under Bolvar Fordragon's flat-toned threat, Aiden Perenold, who had been constantly provoking the leaders since entering the venue, decisively stopped saying anything. This made several leaders around the round table who had long disliked him  They all let out a disdainful snort.  The originally tense atmosphere in the monastery suddenly relaxed a lot.

    But no one noticed the secret eye contact between Countess Catalana, who was willing to accompany the last person, and the troublemaker.

    "I don't mind whether King Varian or Prince Anduin presides over the meeting."

    Another leader¡¯s voice sounded in the venue.

    With the previously shining Ashbringer behind his back, old Mograine narrowed his eyes slightly, stared at Anduin and Bolvar, and said decisively:

    "But I refuse to negotiate any more ridiculous alliances with the Gilneans."

    "I understand that you are still living in the past, Your Majesty the High Lord." Ashbringer's words made the monastery become silent again.  However, the little prince who presided over the meeting on behalf of his father did not give up his efforts: "But people will change. A person and a country can also make up for his mistakes. Maybe you should give His Majesty Jean Greymane another chance, too.  Give the Federation of Azeroth a chance."

    "We all know the terror and power of the tribe in the past wars, but now their strength is even greater than before. If we cannot unite all the forces and choose to fight alone, no one among us will be able to win!"

    "Whether it's Stormwind City, Lordaeron or Gilneas or other countries," the little prince's immature but wise eyes swept over the other leaders around the round table, and none of them were missed: "We are all humans first, and talents second.  There are country differences.¡±

    "Actually, I yearn for that era."

    Anduin Wrynn¡¯s childish face suddenly turned serious and solemn:

    "I remember, in the most glorious era of the Alliance of Azeroth. The knights of the Alliance held lances and fluttering military flags - when the horn sounded, the blade of the Alliance moved forward indomitably."

    The room suddenly fell silent.

    "I remember it was recorded in the history books. There was a sea of ??flags on the battlefield, embroidered with the sword and shield of Lordaeron. The eagle of Alterac was embroidered, the lion of Stormwind City was embroidered, and Gil was embroidered.  The claws of Ness, the Iron Fist of Stromgarde, the Violet Eye of Dalaran, and the anchor, sword, and lighthouse of Kul Tiras."

    "I remember that the warriors of Gilneas once stood side by side with the warriors of Lordaeron; I remember that the royal knights of the Kingdom of Stormwind once depended on the highland knights of Stromgarde for life and death; I remember that the scouts of Alterac once fought with  The mages of Dalaran fought together; I remember Kor.Under the escort of the warships of Las Vegas, the alliance of the seven countries is unstoppable!  "

    Everyone around the round table seemed to have followed the little prince¡¯s voice back to the era of shining sages - an era when the blood in the bodies of human nobles had not yet become indifferent.

    "I remember the ancestors of that era who still kept their oaths¡ª¡ª"

    "Do you still remember that oath?"

    "of course I remember."

    The leaders in the hall closed their eyes slightly, clasped their hands together, intertwined their fingers, and clasped them tightly, placing them on the tip of their noses as if praying.  The answer in their minds was clearer than anyone else's. Seven different voices chanted in unison at this moment:

    "I swear to lead my people - lead them away from strife and killing, away from arrogance and greed!"

    "I make the most unbreakable oath under this sword!"

    "The brotherly nations of Azeroth will stand side by side, relying on each other for life and death, fighting the enemy together, and going forward one after another!"

    When the last syllable fell, whether it was the tough Ashbringer, the insidious Lord Perenold or the aloof Admiral Tanred, they were all in a trance.  What the immature boy said was so clear, and seemed to touch the softness of everyone's heart.

    The atmosphere in the room was a little strange for a while. The leaders, including their companions and followers, seemed to be baptized by the vicissitudes of history.

    ¡°Another outstanding diplomat was born in Stormwind City, even if he is still a child.¡±

    After a long period of silence, old Mograine seemed to put down something, and silently shook hands gently with King Genn Greymane who stretched out his hand, and then looked at Prince Anduin who was sitting at the top.  He broke the silence by saying:

    "But with all due respect."

    "The Scarlet Crusade is the only hope for the restoration of the people of Lordaeron. My colleagues and I will not easily hand over this power to any commander who has not proven himself! Not even Bolvar or Varian!  "

    Even though the attitude has changed, Mograine's tone is still tough and unquestionable.  He has experienced countless battles in his life, and he is used to seeing the three armies exhausted by their incompetence. When it comes to the issue of the coalition commander, the Ashbringer will never make any compromise!

    "We haven't seen you for many years, but you are still the same, Senior Alexander."

    A gentle but magnetic voice sounded in everyone's ears with a hint of ridicule, and a tall and strong figure crossed the door and walked into the main door of the monastery.

    "Even at such an old age, my temper is still the samewellfiery and stubborn!"

    It was a middle-aged man with strange charm. He was neatly dressed in armor and looked like a soldier, always with a warm smile on his face.  Meticulously combed hair and a thick short beard form an integral part of the look.  Time has left some imperceptible traces on his face, and there are some fine lines on the corners of his eyes, but those dark blue eyes are still clear and pure, making those who look into them almost feel like they are drowning.  Beside him, a tall and dignified high elf ranger clasped his fingers with the man and strolled in step by step.

    "Do you think I have the qualifications and honor to command the Scarlet Crusade? I am looking forward to fighting side by side with the soldiers of Lordaeron again."

    The moment the voice sounded, the usually calm Lord Mograine was instantly stunned.

    The Ashbringer, who rarely lost his temper, stood up from his seat with red eyes and strode forward. Without saying a word, he hugged the man who came and gave the tall man a big blow, regardless of everyone's puzzled looks.  Hug!

    "Turayan!!!"

    Ashbringer's voice was trembling, as if he couldn't believe it.  The man, with a smile on his face, patted the great lord Mograine gently on the back, looked around the conference table at the alliance leaders who were shocked by the sudden change, and said lightly:

    "it's me."

    "I'm back!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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