Arthas had a secret communication method with Baron Rivendell, and the two met in the dense forest outside the city.
"Your Highness, you should not have come to Stratholme. We are people who are about to die. Death on the battlefield is the best destination, and you still have an important mission."
"Here is what I need. I must come."
Arthas clenched his fists and said sadly: "I urgently need strength."
Baron Rivendell did not ask for the specific reason, but just sighed and said:
"I will reserve a main force for you. At the right time, they will protect you from breaking out. There will always be a fleet waiting for you at the port of Stratholme, my prince."
The Baron has enough perseverance and determination to fight a difficult defensive battle.
However, the severe situation prevented him from seeing any hope of victory, and he felt a little disappointed.
Robbie felt the Baron's despair, looked at the Baron's resolute face, and couldn't help but said: "Baron, we may not lose this war, if the only enemies are the Silver Hand, the Orc Legion and the Elf Rangers."
Baron Rivendell stared at Robbie for a long time. Of course he would not trust the young man next to the prince.
Decided to give Robbie a hard time so that he could understand the situation clearly and retreat.
"The first question is, how does Guardian Medivh fight against him?"
Robbie has been prepared for a long time. He has been thinking about Stratholme's offensive and defensive battle these days.
"Find a trustworthy mage, dress up as the Archmage Kel'Thuzad, and deliberately appear on the city wall several times. Even if Medivh has doubts, he will never dare to take risks personally. This is a chaotic battlefield, but
This is not a battle of skills between two people. If Medivh makes a mistake, he is likely to die in Stratholme, or even be killed by an ordinary soldier. We bet that he will cherish his life."
Kel'Thuzad was dead. Fortunately, Robbie had considered this issue before. He was secretly buried in Andorhal, and the news of his death was not made public to ensure the deterrent effect on the guardian Medivh.
Baron Rivendell thought about it carefully and finally nodded. It was a good idea.
"The second question is how to deal with the siege."
Robbie smiled slightly and said confidently: "The walls of Stratholme are high enough. I believe that even the orcs can't climb up. What you need to worry about is the arrows of the elf rangers."
Baron Rivendell smiled and shook his head:
"The elf ranger's arrows are not a problem. When Stratholme was first built, the high elves were already regarded as imaginary enemies. Stratholme's city walls are permanently protected by mist magic. Most of the ranger's arrows will lose their accuracy. I'm worried about that.
It's a siege weapon."
Before the invention of the cannon, a deadly weapon in the world, if you wanted to capture a strong city, you had to build enough siege equipment. Climbing the city wall with bare hands was tantamount to suicide.
The main siege equipment includes ladders, battering rams, carts with the same height as the city wall, trebuchets, catapults, etc. These equipment have one thing in common, that is, they are all made of wood.
"There are two main sources of siege weapons. First, they are built locally, and second, they are transported from afar." Robbie analyzed carefully: "The woods here are too close to Stratholme, we must lose them.
effect."
"Burn it on fire?"
The baron asked uneasily. Anyone who can come up with such a method is definitely not an ordinary ruthless person.
In fact, if it were not a decisive battle to the death, the last elegy for humanity in Lordaeron, the Baron would rather face a steady stream of siege weapons than burn down a forest.
For example, friction with high elves, or a war between nobles, even if the owner of the city changes after the defeat, the people still need to live, and large-scale damage to the environment is equivalent to destroying a piece of land that they depend on for survival.
Now, this land is about to be left to the orcs, so the Baron will not care about environmental issues.
Robbie did not agree to burn it, shook his head and said:
"Although the high elves are not night elves, they are the elves after all. The fire may not be able to burn them clean. Even if only the tree roots are left, they may be used by the high elves. Use the plague and leave them a plague jungle."
"Ruthless enough and effective enough."
Baron Rivendell praised.
No one has confidence in what will happen if the plague spreads.
Humans are about to disappear in Lordaeron anyway, so why bother worrying about this and letting the orcs have a headache.
The baron soon became worried again: "But this won't solve the actual problem, just like the enemy transporting wood or siege equipment from a distance?"
"Simple, just ambush them halfway and burn them."
The baron looked disappointed after hearing this. He felt that the young man was talking big words. He pointed at Robbie and laughed:
"This is probably the most difficult one."
"Baron Rivendell, leave this problem to me and allocate me a sufficiently elite team. I can guarantee that the team besieging Stratholme will never get enough siege weapons."
Robbie said confidently.
Robbie was not exaggerating. He was confident enough to complete the task, and the source of his confidence was Alsace.
Arthas' ability to communicate with the souls of the dead means he knows everything about his enemies.
Omniscient is omnipotent.
When all the information on the battlefield is known, all the enemy's actions can be clearly seen. Even a rookie like Robbie who has never commanded a battle formation will know how to win.
"If you can do it, there is no reason why I can't guard Stratholme."
Baron Rivendell patted Robbie on the shoulder and decided to give Robbie this chance.
Inside the church in Stratholme.
The rest of the gang had already been expelled, leaving only Robbie and Alsace.
The two rummaged through room after room, and finally found a stone slab with symbols engraved on it at the very back of the warehouse.
Holy Light Rune, evolution.
Alsace rubbed the runes, suppressing his excitement.
"The Holy Light Rune has evolved. I wonder what kind of surprise this rune can bring us."
The two of them stared at the stone slab and studied it carefully, and both of them looked shocked.
Compared with the God and Natural Disaster runes, this rune is extremely difficult and not easy to understand.
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Thrall was in an extremely irritable mood after failing to slaughter Hearthglen.
Uther suddenly gained powerful godly power, which made Thrall scrupulous and did not dare to use violence against Uther. In the end, he had to vent his anger on poor Hellscream.
Thrall, who had vented enough anger and gradually calmed down, looked at the map of Lordaeron.
There are only dots of human territory on the map, and there are only a few survivors left who cannot make waves.
The only eyesore is the northern military town of Stratholme, the last city in Lordaeron.
If Stratholme can be wiped off the map, the orcs can establish a nation on this land, and Thrall will officially become king.
He looked forward to the moment when many orcs worshiped him.
The Light Knight Uther and the Windrunner Sylvanas were summoned. After a brief discussion, the three teams set off and marched in the direction of Stratholme.
When approaching the Kaolin intersection, there was a report from a spy ahead and we could no longer go forward.
"What happened?"
Thrall, who was riding a frost wolf, asked.
"It's the plague, the plague is spreading." The spy said timidly.
Uther, Sylvanas and Thrall went to check it out.
All I could see was the lush wilderness, the vast expanse of grassland and the endless forest in front of me. They were covered with a strange layer of green at a speed visible to the naked eye. A gust of wind blew by, the green grass withered, and rows of towering trees fell down.
Down.
"No, this is about to become a place of plague." Uther exclaimed. (To be continued)