The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

"General Osdimank, I, Lor'themar Theron (Halduron Brightwing/Lydia Bloodhawk), come to report!"

Following the sisters they met along the way, Lor'themar and Halduron successfully found the leader of a city guard, and they saluted and reported for duty, imitating Lydia's example.

Recalling the Blood Eagle priest sister who pushed the healed little sister out with holy light in one hand and a look of disgust on her face, Lor'themar had to thank these two sisters.

The two beautiful ladies of unknown age just avoided the awkward situation of two people who did not know the difference between respect and inferiority. Their original intention was to rush straight to the city wall and kill the enemy.

It was not until Lydia's kind reminder that the two remembered that they were the powerful military officer of Quel'Thalas... the ranger captain.

A captain can manage at least ten soldiers... yes, ten soldiers... these are ten brave and capable Quel'dorei soldiers!

Lor'themar and Halduron, who have experienced many storms, immediately expressed that as qualified ranger captains, they should lead their respective teams... and it is their duty and responsibility to do so!

As soon as they became the captains with real power, their sense of adventure instantly rose, and they couldn't wait to... Just like that, they followed their little sister Lydia and came to a leader of the city guards who was resting and eating.

After taking a look at his fearless comrades who were full of fighting spirit, General Osdimank put down his knife and fork. He could die at any time here, but he still wanted to be elegant... He was the general in charge of cutting the meat.

Returning the greeting with his right hand on his armor, General Osdimank said, "I didn't expect you three to be so diligent... I am very ashamed of your performance."

General Osdimank cut off a large piece of unknown cooked meat and forked it and said, "If you ask me, you three are able to come back here on your own initiative so soon. Why don't you have a meal before leaving?"

General Osdimank has seen too many comrades like the three in front of him recently. If they are not careful, they will die gloriously without even having a full meal.

Therefore, General Osdimank ignored the sound of the chaotic rain falling outside the city and still wanted everyone to have a full meal before leaving. The food would be enough for the time being, so they could kill more enemies, ensure enough physical strength, and stay alive to take turns to hold the post!

"Thank you for your kindness, General Osdimank, but I, Lor'themar Theron, will definitely return alive with my brothers and sisters."

Hearing this, Osdimank sighed in his heart, and Lydia opened her eyes wide. She came here just to get a free meal.

But the captain I just recognized didn't even eat a meal and came here on an empty stomach... Wait, could it be that I, a hungry elf, came here on an empty stomach? !

"But don't worry, it's just a sacrificial meal. I'll eat it now. I'm very fast."

The next second, Lor'themar reached out and grabbed the big piece of meat, and swallowed it in one gulp in front of Osdimank, Lydia and other Quel'dorei.

He just chewed it casually for a few times and swallowed it directly into his stomach as if he was drinking water, without even a burp.

Looking around, Lor'themar suddenly saw flat light armor. Regardless of whether the light armor that covered his entire body and prevented any light from leaking out was flat, he did hear a slight gurgling sound.

How could one of his own people go to the battlefield hungry with him? Lor'themar immediately said that he could not stand it at all, and he cut the chicken on the rack once, and again!

Consuming a plate out of thin air, Lor'themar raised his hand to catch the small piece of chicken, and ignoring the surprise of his other companions, placed it in front of the little sister with shining eyes.

"Lydia Bloodhawk, following me and Halduron is very cruel. Feed me well... half full before you can follow me to the battlefield. Do you understand?"

Taking the plain and simple plate of small mountain meat, Lydia said, "Okay, okay, Captain Lor'themar, thank you!"

Seeing this, Osdimank couldn't help but sigh: "Lydiya, you feel comfortable, but others feel it's unfair."

After thinking for a while, Osdimank said, "Forget it. I shouldn't have forced you to stay in the first place... Lor'themar Theron, Halduron Brightwing."

"Here, General Osdimank!"

His ears trembled, and Osdimank said, "No more words, go over there and pick ten soldiers to kill the enemy. Everyone knows the reason."

Patting the two rangers on the shoulders solemnly, Osdimank said solemnly: "Remember, bring back as many people as you can."

When Osdimank turned his back to the two men, they both said in unison: "We get it, General Osdimank!"

There was another loud response. Some Quel'dorei who were eating were shocked by these words... their blood boiled, as if they had endless energy to climb the city wall again.

Shaking his head, Osdimank gestured to the two men and one woman to invite them in.

He couldn't understand, was it necessary to shout such words so loudly?

It sounds quite impressive, but it makes people feel inexplicably sad... Wait, the looks and tones of these two acquaintances are not right.

Normally, they are not... They are stimulated by something... They need to find an opportunity to... We have to send someone to follow and monitor them first.

The ones asking for a fight couldn't be the evil monsters outside. Osdimank thought it must be two young ghosts. After knocking out the exhausted Lor'themar and Halduron...

Alas, when can these evil monsters outside be driven away? How many elves can we sacrifice every day? How many elves are left in Quel'Thalas?

Looking at the backs of the two men and one woman leaving, Osdimank fell silent, strode to a sparsely populated place, took out a large piece of barbecued fat demon beef, and sent a message to several elves.

Replacing the rack that was left with only bones, Osdimank, with a cloud in his heart, re-hung the barbecue and resumed his task of distributing food.

Now, he still needs some time. Wait until his soldiers recover before he goes back to the top of the city wall and stares at those three openly... I hope they can't even gather their teammates.

Three young elves, he was not their elder, so why should he... Well, he softened his heart again.

It’s rare to see such a vibrant young generation of hope… Two of them are sick, but luckily it’s not a big deal.

Compared with the other person whose condition is so serious that it cannot be treated, the two of them are simply a new force... Wait, how did I get into the propaganda perspective?

No, I have to think carefully, this disease... is not a disease! Cut some meat first and think carefully... Alas, poor Lor'themar and Halduron... Fat demon beef is so delicious when roasted!

After a fierce ideological struggle, Osdimank finally decided to report to his superiors first to avoid any accidents. He wanted to die on the battlefield, but did not want any accidents.

However, he didn't know that the female warrior Lydia, who knew the direction he pointed to, was busy filling her stomach, and the two captains who thought they understood the Quel'dorei's principles accidentally went in the wrong direction, and the logistics area was actually next to the waiting area.

"I see that you guys are quite extraordinary. Would you like to follow us up to the city wall?"

The moment they heard... and saw the well-equipped ranger captain, the two elves who were enchanting their equipment immediately stood up and said, "Lor'themar, Halduron, you are finally here."

"Yeah, we thought you two really went back to take a break, but you just went back to change your equipment."

Extending his right hand, Lor'themar said: "Since you two trust me so much, I will obey your orders."

Holding Lor'themar's hand, a spear-wielding elf said, "Then, I, Baikal Morningstar, will once again entrust my life to you."

When the brothers stood behind Lor'themar, the other spear-wielding elf shook his hand and said, "I, Miolen Starsong, once again entrust my life to you."

"Very good, our Cyrano Wing Brigade has officially expanded, and now we have five brave Quel'dorei!"

To sum up briefly, Lor'themar put away the bowl handed to him by Lydia and looked intently at his other compatriots who were busy with their own affairs.

With a good start, all that’s left is for Lor’themar Theron to show off a little of his natural kingly aura to officially expand the team to twenty people.

Thinking about this question, Lor'themar said confidently: "Brothers and sisters, the evil undead and demons are waiting for us outside."

"In order to eliminate... Brother, you want to... Oh, OK! I understand."

Seeing that he could not convince these busy compatriots verbally, Lor'themar listened to Halduron's advice and decided to change to another area.

Just because the two new rangers found that their captain was having fun, they had to use the handsome ranger captain who was smiling quietly nearby to talk about this problem.

Accompanying his four brothers and sisters, Lor'themar strode out of the logistics area, turned into the standing area, drew the scimitar from his waist, raised the knife and shouted confidently.

"Brothers and sisters, I am Lor'themar Theron, the captain of the Cyclone Brigade. Are there any brothers and sisters willing to follow me to slaughter those undead and demons?"

"I'm not bragging, everyone here is my brother or sister, Lor'themar Theron!"

"Ahem, the boy from the Theron family, according to the relationship between our two families, I should be considered..."

"How can you, a beautiful and brave lady, who is so young, say such depressing things?"

Without waiting for the lady to join the team, Lor'themar waved his hand and sent her back to where she came from. He couldn't bear to let his elder follow him to the cruel battlefield.

At this time, Halduron held his shoulder and whispered, "Lor'themar, there are too many people joining us. What should we do next?"

Unexpectedly, his brothers and sisters were so enthusiastic and brave. Lor'themar raised his arms and shouted, "However many people there are, I will recruit them. Today, I will lead all my comrades to destroy the undead and demons. No one can stop our will!"

Glancing at Halduron with a hint of disdain, Lor'themar turned around and led the team out of the waiting area, with one man taking the lead and taking bold steps.

It's already this late, why are you still being pretentious? There are so many young and strong men, arrest them all... Guide them away from this damn standing area and do what they should do.

The establishment of such a special standby area made Lor'themar seriously doubtful of the decision-making ability of the Sun King and the Council of Silvermoon. It was such a disappointment to him.

There is a real standby area near the city wall, and a fake standby area must be set up in the logistics area. Lor'themar didn't want to say anything except raising his middle finger at the decision maker.

Although the pursuit of so-called true freedom is indeed correct in a sense, at this moment when everyone is a soldier, he, as a little ranger captain, cannot tolerate any sand in his eyes.

So, when Lor'themar and the group of elves behind him were about to lead the team to the nearest city wall, they were all stopped.

"Ranger Captain Lor'themar, the number of defenders here is almost at its limit. Please go to a place with fewer people to garrison."

A little stunned, Lor'themar asked: "Sister, why is this?"

"What sister? I don't have a male best friend like you. Go away and don't get in my way... Damn undead, take my arrow!"

Under Lor'themar's doubtful eyes, the unknown female ranger, who was hit on the shoulder by an icy arrow that broke through the city's defense barrier, was filled with anger.

She coughed up a mouthful of blood, pulled the bow in her hand to its full extent, and a blue ice spiral arrow hit an undead mage outside the city, directly shooting half of his body.

After firing the arrow with all her strength, the unknown female ranger said with a weak breath: "Okay, I'm injured, so there's a vacant spot."

"Is there anyone in the back who wants to replace me..."

"Lantris, I'll do it... Well, Captain Lor'themar, just ignore what I said."