Hanging sheep and beating drums is a trick played by the ancestors of China, and it is definitely new to the tribe. When Grom led the army to attack the Lordaeron camp, which theoretically had at least 100,000 people, he saw only a cavalry team of less than 100,000 people, and dozens of paladins were torturing the small troops he sent.

"Chasing! Chase!"

On the plain, two legs would definitely not run away from four legs. No matter how hard Grom stared at him, he could only watch the last troops of the Lordaerons as they rode ahead, and the tribe could only eat dirt behind him.

In fact, Lordaeron's army, which had retreated two days earlier, was also unable to return to Lordaeron City. The terrain of the Tirisfalin land itself limits the speed of retreat.

Not to mention, more than 100,000 troops were crowded on a forest road that only accommodated two carriages in parallel. No matter how urgent the march was, it would take at least a week to reach Lordaeron.

There are really few kings of this era who dare to play teleportation with all their might. King Terenas was almost crazy.

He had witnessed the orcs' human flesh siege magical skill. Two orcs dared to rush towards the gate of the city with a tree trunk. They kept it silent and let your city gate open in two or three minutes.

"Hurry! My Caria! My Alsace!" Terenas's heart was broken when he thought of his wife and children who were still in Lordaeron.

Unlike most other kings, Terenas is a typical child born in old age. At the age of nearly forty, Caria was only born in the age of 40, and then Arthas was born in Alsace. In this era of common early marriage and early childbirth, it is correct to say that child born in old age is true.

He is not very doting on his children, and that love is no less than any father in the world.

Terenas had already asked Moglani to abandon his army and led the Knights of Lordaeron to rush back in advance, but he was still afraid that he would not be able to get there.

In fact, the tribe arrived just the day before the vanguard of Lordaeron's army arrived.

"Your Highness! Your Highness! Orcs are coming!"

Arthas, who was in the palace, was stunned. He raised his handsome but childish face and looked at the captain of the Wang family's guard who rushed into the inner palace in a daze.

"What?"

It was not that Lordaeron had received the news. In fact, when the Utlank King fell two days ago, Duke sent a magical message as soon as possible. Duke repeatedly warned that the tribe might arrive within three days, but no Lordaeron could come up with a solution.

Moreover, a considerable number of nobles believed that tribes could not arrive within three days, because it would take at least seven days for humans to go to the Broken Ridge by land.

When King Terenas was not in Lordaeron, he was ruled by Alsace. Of course, although Alsace was only 13 years old, he was quite independent because of his age. He still acted as a mascot.

At this moment, he completely ignored the nobles below who were waiting for summons and now talking about fear, and suddenly stood up and waved his hand to Molev to step forward: "The orcs have come?"

"Yes, Your Highness." The captain of the guard replied quickly.

Melev is an experienced veteran. Terenas promoted him from the border guard to the guard when he was young. As time went by, he was promoted step by step to the captain of the guard. Arthas knew him well, and Melev was definitely not a coward without courage. He now had a pale face and tremble all over.

"They crossed the Altlan Mountains earlier than expected, and even when I reported to His Highness, they should have marched to the shore of Lake Lordamir."

Alsace quickly passed by the captain of the guards and strode away from the inner palace. He almost trotted all the way through the hall, climbed up the ladder of the nearest tower, and walked to the nearest balcony.

A melodious piano sound came from my ears. The sound was so soft and pure that it seemed that people's anxiety seemed to disappear.

It was the piano sound of Alsace's sister Kalia. This was Kalia's piano room. When Alsace broke in in leather armor, the maids waiting by the piano, and Kalia himself, raised their heads in shock, and watched Alsace hurriedly break in with a little blank look as he and the guards such as Melef who were following him.

"Alsace?" Princess Caria asked tentatively.

"Emergency." Arthas waved his hand and walked quickly past them.

Princess Caria immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. She picked up her snow-white dress and trotted along with Alsace to the balcony, then was stunned.

Both sisters and sisters seemed to be struck by lightning, and there was a buzzing sound in their ears, and they could not hear anything. All other irrelevant things in the vision were filtered out, and they stayed motionless, as if they were marble statues.

From this high east-facing balcony, you can see the most beautiful view of Lordaeron.

Nearby, there is a blue, sparkling and vast lake Lordamir as vast as the sea.

In the distance, there are endless, high and low mountain Altlank, like a barrier.

At this moment, these scenery is still so touching and majestic. However, on the empty grassland between these scenery and the white walls of the Royal Lord's Royal City, there is a crowd of waving green people.

This bright green torrent that had nothing to do with nature kept twisting, eroding the entire grassland like locusts and spreading to the lakeshore, as if it was about to fill everything in the horizon with this green. This was not an illusion, and the repeated warnings of Duke Marcus were not alarmist. This time, the tribe was coming.

With a high murderous intent.

With endless destruction.

Arthas heard the screams from the maids behind him, but he could not hear anything except the breath of his sister who had pinched his arm.

"Melef!!" Arthas shouted, waking up the Cavalier Captain who was now opening his mouth and staring at the distant scene.

"Your Highness!" Melef quickly lowered his head.

"Roar the alarm bell! Close the city gate immediately! Let all soldiers on the wall. We have no way to resist their first attack except to defend the city wall." The extremely independent Alsace made his decision.

"But, Your Highness, there are thousands of refugees waiting for inspection outside the east gate..."

The muscles on Alsace's cheeks twitched: "First force to close the door."

"There are at least three thousand refugees outside!" Moleff looked like he was about to cry.

Arthas slapped him: "Idiot! These three thousand people are dead! If we compensate the 300,000 people in Lordaeron's city to save three thousand people, we are Lordaeron's sinners! Go quickly! Now!"

The captain of the guard covered his face and went down quickly. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!