Azeroth: Please Be A Human And Stay Away From Me!

In the ruins of the Eastern Lumber Mill.

A new giant lumber mill has reappeared.

With the establishment of the lumber mill, a large number of troops entered here.

Today the Argent Dawn has an army of 200,000.

Westfall, Elwynn Forest, and Duskwood each have 10,000 troops.

Stranglethorn Vale threatened 20,000 garrisoned troops because they had to clear orcs, trolls, etc.

More than 150,000 people gathered at the barracks at the Eastern Lumber Camp.

It's nothing like Raphael's first arrival in the Wild West.

150,000 people, including 50,000 Paladin troops, the rest are veterans who have experienced several wars..

Of the 50,000 Paladins, 40,000 are pure Paladins, that is, the Knights Templar, pure cavalry.

The remaining 10,000 people were dispersed to various units as officers, including squad leaders, squadron leaders, battalion leaders, and regiment leaders.

There is currently a shortage of senior officers throughout the Argent Dawn.

But after the second orc war, the talent issue should be resolved.

Raphael has a lot of high-ranking officers in mind.

Inside the tent of the military camp.

"Lancelot! How's the investigation in Redridge?"

Raphael stood in front of the sand table and asked while looking at the sand table on the command table.

"It's complicated! The gnolls seem to have merged with the orcs!"

"The base camp is in the Stone Castle Tower and the Tower of Ilgara!"

"These two towers directly overlook the entire Still Lake!"

"Stuck on the only way, to attack the Burning Steppes through the Redridge Mountains, you must take these two towers!"

Now it's a military meeting, and Lancelot also put away his condescending appearance and explained it seriously on the sand table.

"Who is the commander?"

Raphael is more concerned about this issue, because he will probably not command the Battle of Redridge because of the next plan.

"Our old rival, the Blackrock clan, Commander Red, Blackhand!"

"Son of the former Warchief of the Orcs!"

A look of anticipation appeared on Lancelot's face.

"Lancelot, I can only give you 100,000!"

"Sweep the entire Redridge Mountains in 1 month! Threatening the Burning Steppes!"

Raphael looked at Lancelot with his chin in his hands after listening to the entire Redridge Mountain intelligence briefing.

"????"

"Lord! Listen to what you mean, aren't you going to participate in the Battle of Redridge Mountain?"

Lancelot looked up at Raphael.

"Yes!"

"I'm going to take 20,000 Knights Templar and 30,000 Legion of Glory to the north in Stormwind City by boat!"

Raphael affirmed Lancelot's problem.

"Why? Go north?"

"Go to the frontal battlefield?"

"Has the frontal battlefield eroded to such a degree?"

Lancelot asked eagerly.

"no!"

"I will lead my army to Quel'Thalas!"

Raphael explained to Lancelot.

"what?"

Lancelot blinked and felt that he couldn't keep up with the thinking of his great lord.

"No accident, Alterac has surrendered!"

"Let go of the road! The orcs have now invaded the city of Lordaeron!"

Raphael finally remembered what he had forgotten.

The smooth sailing has always made him forget Alterac, the biggest two or five boys in the league.

If the orcs have been stuck in the Hillbrad Foothills...

Alterac could not surrender, orcs invaded the Hinterlands, so Alterac really might.

careless...

Gul'dan must have led a portion of the orc army to raid the high elves.

"how is this possible?"

"Alterac surrender?"

"I didn't receive any news!"

Lancelot completely doubted life..

Is there really such a two-fifty boy?

"The news should be on the way!"

"You don't need to worry about the frontal battlefield!"

"Just tell me if 100,000 people can sweep the Redridge Mountains in a month!"

"Threatening the Burning Steppes!"

Raphael looked at Lancelot seriously.

"no problem!"

"Lord! I will complete the sweep of the Redridge Mountains within a month!"

"Threatening the Burning Steppes!"

"If the task is not completed, then there is only one possibility!"

"That means I died on the battlefield!"

Lancelot raised his hand and tapped the breastplate!

"Fuck off!"

"Who wants you to die?"

"Lancelot! Trust yourself!"

"The Battle of Redridge is up to you!"

"Hmm! Fluctuations of magical energy!"

Raphael stood up.

Lancelot immediately drew out his Halika Warblade!

That's right, it's Zul'Gurub's Halika Warglaive.

After Mandokir was killed, the weapon was given to Lancelot.

"What are you nervous about!"

"Do the orcs have mages?"

"Go out and see!"

Raphael glanced at Lancelot with a disappointed look in his eyes.

Because the general must be calm in every major event, this sudden shock is really worrying.

Lancelot naturally also noticed Raphael's eyes.

But he didn't care. For everyone in the Knights Templar Order, the safety of the High Lord came first.

Although the high lord is much stronger than them, it does not prevent them from protecting the safety of the high lord at the first time.

The two came outside the camp.

A large portal opened outside the barracks.

Dalaran battle mages filed out, led by his old acquaintance Antonidas.

"Hey! Alterac surrenders! This guy isn't on the Dalaran-Lordaeron line!"

"What are you doing in Redridge Mountains?"

Raphael was a little surprised.

"Big lord!"

Anthony, who walked out of the portal, naturally saw Raphael standing at the gate of the barracks.

"Master Anthony?"

"This is?"

Raphael pointed to the mage troops that kept coming out of the portal.

"Dalaran, we're here to help you clean up Redridge!"

Anthony salutes Raphael!

"help?"

"Dalaran can't protect itself!"

"Can you still send troops to Redridge Mountain?"

"Tell me! What are the conditions?"

Raphael doesn't believe that the world will drop pie!

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