After playing around with Calia all afternoon, Vanessa secretly returned to Lordaeron that day.

She started as a thief herself, and is a modern person, she attaches great importance to the collection of intelligence.

She will not fully trust Duke Ravenholdt's intelligence, and her thieves and werewolves with night vision have also been scouting nearby.

Facts have proved that Duke Ravenholdt's information is correct. If he searched aimlessly in the mountains, he would definitely find nothing. With the help of the inner ghost, the thief belonging to Vanessa still found the Forsaken at the outermost edge. Compared with the information from several sources, Cirvanas' marching route is very clear.

The opponent would indeed pass through the Bulwark of the Undead, and then hit the capital of Lordaeron directly along the avenue.

At this time, a lot of marks were drawn on the map. In order to eliminate the vitality of the Forsaken in this battle, Old Fording transferred the Seventh Legion of Lordaeron from the original Silver Dawn, leaving only his son Tyranne. Fording led 3,000 people to guard the vast area of ​​Tyr's Hand and Holy Light's Hope Chapel.

These people before the Argent Dawn have different ideas, but their combat power is not low, and the professionals are far higher than the rest of the legions.

Mainly veterans, with some new recruits, Lordaeron has assembled an army of more than 30,000 soldiers, while Cirvanas has only 20,000 soldiers around him because of several civil strife and staying behind in Stratholme. It has an advantage in the number of soldiers.

There is no choice in the attack time. Although the ambush is generally chosen at night, the actual night combat has very high requirements for the command. In the sight of the Forsaken, there is no difference between day and night, so I choose to ambush during the day.

Old Fording made the battle deployment, and he looked at the generals: "Generals, we will completely eliminate the Forsaken in this battle and revive Lordaeron!"

"Revive Lordaeron!"

"Revive Lordaeron!" The generals' fighting spirit was extremely high, with a three to two force and an ambush, it was difficult to lose.

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Unaware that there was a mob in his team, in order to avoid Lordaeron's sentry, Cirvanas was very careful. He rested during the day and marched at night. On the road, he gathered the Blightcaller, the old knight, and a thousand people who followed them. Many Forsaken civilians.

I don't know what feelings are for a long time, but after officially hearing the news of the fall of the Undercity from the mouth of the Blightcaller, Cirvanas was still very angry. She felt that after being humiliated by Arthas, she was humiliated by his sister. Humiliated.

She felt that she was going to be blown up, and her whole body was filled with evil spirits, even the Blightcaller didn't dare to go over to talk to her at this time.

Her army passed Hearthglen, and she was very careful at first, but the humans here had already run away. Cirvanas wanted to set fire to vent her anger, but found that the humans had already burned all the things that could be burned before they left. She thought I don't know where to vent my anger.

Hearthglen was worthless, so she led her army south, bypassing Andorhal, which was occupied by the undead army, and hurried west.

"Your Majesty, there is an enemy situation ahead." Blightcaller is now in charge of the investigation work. On the one hand, he does have this ability, and on the other hand, Cirvanas trusts him.

Riding Baron Rivendell's death steed, Cirvanas looked forward blankly, and the Blightcaller who had followed her for a long time knew that this was telling him to speak quickly.

"It's the people from the Scarlet Monastery who are attacking the Bulwark of the Undead, and the leader is that female priest, Chief Prosecutor Whitemane." The Blightcaller said matter-of-factly.

The Scarlet Monastery can also be regarded as the old opponent of the Undercity. These fanatics have been making trouble for the Forsaken, saying how powerful they are, but they are not. But if they ignore them, they will rush out to cause trouble from time to time.

Cirvanas was in a bad mood at first, and now it's even worse. Since when did these rats dare to attack his territory?

The scarlet lips curled up slightly: "Leave none, kill them all!"

The leader moved his mouth, his subordinates broke their legs, and the Blightcaller obeyed the Banshee Queen's orders unconditionally. 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 this kind of battle of hundreds of people against hundreds of people. It was a small-scale battle, but the Blightcaller still ignored his suggestion, dispatched a large army, and surrounded the human soldiers who were still fighting in the undead barrier.

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

Cirvanas set up a stronghold here after careful consideration.

At this moment, 800 soldiers from the Scarlet Monastery had already entered the stronghold. If there were no reinforcements, the Forsaken with less than 300 would be dead.

The two sides were about to decide the outcome, and the not-so-broad battlefield was surrounded by large armies of the Forsaken who came from afar.

The Banshee Queen's order was to leave no one behind, so the Blightcaller set up a formation with three tiers inside and three tiers outside.

The Scarlet Monastery soldiers who were shopping with the Forsaken in the Undead Bulwark immediately transformed their offensive formation into a defensive formation, with the elite at the rear and several leaders preparing to lead the team out of the encirclement.

The enemy's reaction speed was a bit fast, but Blightcaller didn't take it seriously. He had 20,000 elites on his side, and the opponent only had 800 people. It was not difficult to destroy the opponent, but the difficulty was not letting one go.

The originally orderly marching ranks were mobilized, with infantry holding swords and shields in the inner circle, spearmen in the middle, archers and some generals riding death horses in the outermost circle.

Like a cat catching a mouse, they looked at the Scarlet Monastery soldiers in the encirclement jokingly.

Facing the pressing force of the Forsaken, they had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​breaking through and choose to stay put.

Commander Reynolds Mograine wielded a two-handed hammer. Any Forsaken who approached him would be smashed into pieces. His whole body seemed to have endless strength, and the broken corpses and limbs piled up in front of him. hill.

Occasionally, when arrows and swords are cut on the body, the chief prosecutor Whitemane, who is protected by the soldiers at the core, will also give timely treatment. opponent.

"Stand up, my warrior!"

"Fight for you, my lady!"

"Fight again, my warrior!"

"Yes, my lady!"

"Arise! My warrior!"

"...I could fight all day long..., my lady..."

Whenever Renault Mograine was seriously injured or exhausted, Whitemane would encourage him, whether it was love or the power of the Holy Light, anyway, this Renault Mograine Leng relied on his own strength to repel the three onslaughts of the Forsaken.

There are a lot of 20,000 Forsaken soldiers, but because the number of enemies is small, they are mostly watching outside. There are only a few who can really fight the soldiers of the Scarlet Monastery. Most of the soldiers are here. The narrow section of the passage is on standby.