When Angmar returned to the temporary camp of the coalition forces, the flames of the chai tower where thousands of heroes were cremated were almost extinguished. A black smoke column reaching into the sky almost blocked the daylight, filling the air with a pungent burnt smell.

In one day, the soldiers simply whittled the remaining logs into tombstones, carved the names of the fallen on them, and erected them on the highest hill in the center of the battlefield. The tombstones went from bottom to top, layer by layer, marking the hills.

Fully covered.

Even though their mana has long been exhausted, the mages still tried their best to permanently solidify some simple protective spells around the Forest of Steles to prevent animals or wandering undead from damaging the tombstones and disturbing these heroic spirits.

At the highest point of the forest of hilly monuments, there is a high tower made of rubble and weapons and armor of various races. On the top of the tower, there is a combination of the Blood Elf Flame Eagle emblem, the Frost Wolf emblem, the Silver Hand emblem and the Barbarian emblem.

The coalition flag with the dwarf gryphon emblem fluttered in the wind, announcing to those who came after that a tragic war had taken place here. Nearly ten thousand soldiers of all races united for a common goal, and died gloriously for glory and justice.

this land.

Genn Greymane promised that when this land is completely recovered, the Kingdom of Gilneas will fund the construction of a monument here to commemorate these dead.

The victims should not be forgotten, and their heroic deeds will be praised by future generations forever. Perhaps many years later, the haze of natural disasters will finally be driven away, and the dark silver pine forest once again becomes a paradise for birds and flowers.

During the reconstruction, the civilians who reclaimed land in the forest would point to this forest of steles and thank these heroes for bringing them a peaceful and happy life.

Luo Ning and his wife stood in front of the hilly forest of steles for a long time. Looking at the forest of steles, Angmar couldn't help but frown.

Although today's battle ended in victory, the war is far from over. Not only in the royal capital of Lordaeron, but also in the vast land of Lordaeron, there are still a terrifying number of undead from natural disasters remaining.

Perhaps this battle is just a turning point in the entire war. The war to regain the north will continue for a long time.

"Let's go." Luo Ning said, leading a worried Vereesa in front.

When he walked into the hastily built temporary camp, Angmar saw that the soldiers were busy arranging their armaments. Some soldiers on both sides of the road were bundling weapons, and some were seizing the time to stuff dry food into their mouths with their muddy hands.

of.

The dead have passed away, but we still remember them, and the war will continue.

Maybe some people envy those who died in the war.

For these Lordaeron veterans who have been fighting the undead for a year, death is not terrible. What is terrible is being resurrected by natural disasters after death and taking up arms against their former comrades who fight with the same beliefs as themselves.

At least……

These cremated victims were spared such a bad fate.

Carriages sent by the Gilneans were parked on the roadside one after another. Under the guidance of the officers, the soldiers carried bundles of arrows, spare weapons and boxes of rations and placed them on them. The whole camp was a lively scene.

Before leaving the camp, Angmar learned that the coalition forces were preparing to temporarily withdraw into the Greymane Wall and rest for two to three days in the relative safety of Gilneas.

According to the original plan, the coalition forces would closely monitor the movements of the Scourge during this period, and use this as a basis to formulate the next action plan. The goal was to capture Daala one step ahead before the opponent's forces moved from the capital of Lordaeron.

However, whether the ruins and Amber Mill are building a defense line, or whether they are slowly relying on supplies sent by sea, there is no definite conclusion yet. After all, even if the elites suffer heavy losses due to natural disasters, the remaining conventional troops are still an unknown force.

With daunting numbers, the error tolerance of any strategic decision has been compressed to the extreme, leaving no room for error.

The fleet that earlier set off from Quel'Thalas will soon arrive at the deserted Southsea Town. The natural deep-water port there will become an important logistical supply for the coalition forces to regain the Hillsbrad Hills, and even

This is an important transit point for the counterattack on Lordaeron.

It is said that with Ronin's efforts, the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, the Kingdom of Stormwind, and the Kingdom of Khaz Modan of the Bronzebeard dwarves in Ironforge are interested in joining forces to help the coalition expand Southsea Town into a standard military within six months.

port to help the coalition win this war.

"Transporting the wounded, give way!"

There was a shout of harmony behind them, and the three of them stepped aside to the side of the road.

I saw a human paladin running towards this side with rapid steps. Behind him was a long team, each two people carrying a stretcher, and some stretchers were followed by priests, who were constantly using their

Holy magic heals the wounded above.

Most of these wounded were seriously injured, with blood-stained bandages wrapped all over their bodies, and some had even fallen into a state of unconsciousness. Even if there were sacred spells to suppress the injuries, the blood was still flowing on the pale bandages at a speed visible to the naked eye.

spread up.

It's hard to imagine how these seriously injured people can persist until now. It is foreseeable that many of them will have a hard time surviving tonight.

It can be seen that this team came from the field hospital.

With the help of the Gilneans, the coalition built a temporary hospital on the spot and gathered all priests and paladins to treat the wounded.

But where are they going? Are they going to run into Greymane Wall like this? Although the distance between the two places is not far, but just running a few kilometers away, these seriously injured people are not torn apart?

"Where are you going?"

Angmar grabbed a young soldier who was escorting him along the way and asked.

The young soldier noticed that the Angmar mage was dressed in a robe that was obviously not the standard equipment. He realized that this might be a high-level mage from the Blood Elf Allied Army. In any case, his military rank was higher than his own, so he stood at attention and answered:

"Sir, go to the teleportation array to the west! Our field hospital has limited conditions. The mages have opened the teleportation array to Gilneas. These seriously injured people will be sent there for more comprehensive and proper treatment."

Because the Silver Pine Forest was still in danger, this soldier, like everyone else, wore full-body standard armor, and the helmet that blocked his vision was tightly tied to his back with several carrying straps to prevent it from dangling while running.

. It can be seen that he must have received a good education before the war. He spoke in a coherent manner. He was not nervous at all when he was stopped by his superiors. His childish face was also different from that of professional soldiers who often have dark skin and a tall build.

, which proves that he is only twenty years old at most. He was probably recruited into the army not long ago and is still very young.

"Okay, I understand, you go ahead."

Angmar nodded and was about to let the young soldier leave.

But after saluting, the young soldier took a closer look at Angmar, and was suddenly stunned and stammered: "You, you are... Lord Angmar? You are the mage who saved us!"

The young soldier suddenly stood upright again, punched his chest with his right fist, and gave a very standard military salute. He held his head high and his chest high, like a fanatical soldier waiting for the marshal's review. He shouted at the top of his voice: "To the marshal."

Salute, my lord, you are the savior of the coalition forces! I offer you the highest respect!"

This roar startled Angmar, and several spitting stars flew into his face.

When people nearby heard the sound, they put down their work, cast curious glances, and started whispering. After a while, people saw Angmar's appearance clearly, and a look of reverence quickly appeared on their faces.

A paladin knelt down on one knee. This was the most noble etiquette in Lordaeron. The first one took the lead, and the second one followed. The latecomers followed suit, and more and more people noticed this.

In the Eastern Territory, with this paladin at the center, soldiers quickly fell to their knees on both sides of the road.

Even the team transporting the wounded slowed down, and several of the wounded on the stretchers put their arms on their chests and silently paid tribute to Angmar.

These people looked at Angmar with gratitude and deep reverence, and some even had a hint of fanaticism in their eyes. Angmar, who could not understand the situation at all, stood there blankly, not knowing what to do.

How to respond.

What he didn't know was that the story of a blood elf mage who turned the tide had spread throughout the coalition forces during his absence. People all deeply remembered the man who held a supreme artifact and floated in the mid-air on the battlefield, with the power of one person.

, defeated the lich Kel'Thuzad, and defeated the entire Scourge.

"Looks like you've become a celebrity."
Chapter completed!