Ambermere is located in the mountains southeast of the Silver Pine Forest. It is the northernmost populous town of Gilnis. It borders the Kingdom of Lordaeron and is the land under the rule of the great lord Dalius Crore.

The natural resources around the town are very rich, ranging from minerals to timber, but the area of ​​arable land is small, which restricts the development of the town.

However, as the Silver Song Forest, the towns at the intersection of the Dalaran Plain and the Hillsbrad Hills, almost all the caravans traveling to and from these areas will plan the route to this end, and at least they will regard it as a half-way transit station for a short rest.

The endless caravans brought vitality to Ambermeer, making it a very important commodity distribution center in the northern continent, and it is one of the top commercial centers and an important window for trade between the Kingdom of Gilnes and foreign countries.

Until the Scourge arrives.

In order to escape the war, King Gene Greymann of the Kingdom of Gilnis ordered the construction of an epic wall known as the "Wall of Greymann" by the world.

King Greymann's move was quite like a hero cutting off his arm, and he acted decisively and decisively. Although he saved most of his people, he also completely cut off contact with the outside world, abandoning the Kingdom of Lordaeron, Dalaran and other former allies.

This is not accurate, because as early as after the Second War, the Kingdom of Gilness, which had left the alliance, no longer regarded himself as a member of the Lordaeron League.

Whether the closing of the country is a wise move can only be left to later historians to judge comprehensively from multiple perspectives.

The Wall of Greymann isolated the vast territory in the south of the Silver Pine Forest, seriously damaging the interests of Dalius Crore, the great lord here. King Greymann ordered him to evacuate the people in the territory as soon as possible and escape into the giant wall to seek complete success.

Now that the coalition forces of various tribes are formed, the wind is surging and clouds are moving in all directions. The undead are also adjusting their strategies and tactics based on changes in the situation.

The undead in the entire Lordaeron royal city area and the Silver Song Forest were moving south, trying to attack Dalaran from the west, using the tactics of the sea of ​​people to consume Dalaran's vital power and create fighter jets for the main force of the natural disaster.

The Kingdom of Gilness was originally expected to completely seal the gate of the Wall of Greyman in two months. These two months were the time for the evacuation of the northern people. Now, because the Scourge Legion is coming, it is very likely that it will hit the giant wall and attack the kingdom, so it has to close the gate in advance and abandon the thousands of people who are still outside the giant wall.

Tens of thousands of Gilnesses were thus trapped in an isolated situation. For them, only by escaping east to the relatively safe Hillsbrad hills was the only way out to escape.

But under the impact of the boundless sea of ​​undead, it is still unknown how many people can complete this journey alive.

The Great Lord Dalius Crore did not abandon his people and fled into the huge wall. He was leading his troops to fight against the undead and bought time for the people's evacuation. Unfortunately, his manpower could not take care of all the refugees at all, and there were too many undeads.

The Alliance Army was also troubled by insufficient troops and could not support the Grand Lord Dalius.

This is how history is. The tightly intertwined timelines move the whole body. Angma made the world realize in advance that the invasion of the Burning Legion and caused a bad impact that was not expected before.

The most direct manifestation is these Gilnesses who were isolated from the giant wall due to the strategic changes of the Scourge.

More than 100,000 living lives are likely to suffer a fate that is far more terrible than death because of Angma.

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Since the coalition of all tribes has not yet been officially established, the current battle plan will be temporarily implemented by the Grand Marshal Garythers, who is familiar with the situation in the north.

After the blood elves' vanguard support troops arrived, Garithers sent them to Ambermere's garrison.

This is an elite magic destroyer squadron with a number of about 200 people. It has extraordinary combat power and is led by a captain with high-level elite strength. The battle report sent back by the captain said that after they arrived in Ambermere, they realized that Garithers was completely asking them to die.

The nearest alliance troops were also far away on the pass defense line fifty kilometers northeast. The alliance gave up here, but Garithers let the blood elves die here. Ambemill had long become a dead city. The alliance did not care, and the army of the Grand Lord Dalius could not control it. There were only more than 600 spontaneously organized militias defending here to protect the refugees fleeing to Dalaran.

The Squadron of the Magic Breaker was soon attacked by the undead. Although the joint militia defeated the undead, casualties inevitably occurred, and more than 30 people were killed. After the war report was returned, it was very important to involve racial diplomacy issues and was quickly transferred to Prince Kelthas.

At Angma's suggestion, the prince immediately informed the summit of Garithers of the clans through diplomatic channels and questioned the purpose of this person.

History has changed, and with the participation of all races, Garithers is no longer the only one-man marshal of the alliance. If he still acted as irresponsible to his clan, incompetent to his position, and unrighteous to his blood elf allies, as in the official history, no one would have no choice but tolerate him.

The blood elves are no longer the weak race that can be bullied.

Angma persuaded Prince Kelthas that, no matter what, this was working to fight the Burning Legion. He could temporarily suspend the withdrawal, first evaluate the situation in the southern part of the Silver Song Forest, and recommend himself to go to Ambermere to evaluate the feasibility of continuing to increase troops.

In fact, he wanted to take this opportunity to open up a new diplomatic situation for the blood elves and let the world see the blood elves' courage to take responsibility.

The Grand Lord Dalius Crore of the Kingdom of Gilnis did not return to the country like in the official history. Perhaps he could become the next potential ally of the Blood Elves.

After Angma arrived in Ambemill, his eyes were filled with broken walls.

During those days in Dalaran, he visited Ambermeer many times. He clearly remembered every street and every scenic spot in Ambermeer. The delicious roasted whole pig in the "Pigfoot Hotel" is still fresh in his memory.

But now he could not combine the Ambermere he remembered with the place where the broken street was covered with corpses and refugees snuggling under the corners of the walls.

In the official history, after the Grand Lord Dalius Crore retreated into the Wall of Gremaine, it was accepted by Dalaran. After Dalaran was destroyed, the town remained intact until it was captured by Sylvanas's army of Forsaken.

Angma walked through the streets and could see that he had just experienced a tragic battle here. Most of the corpses were from the dead, and some were humans who had just died. He also saw the corpses of several blood elves inside.

The poorly equipped human militia were piled up the bodies and preparing to burn them. Otherwise, within a few hours, the bodies would stand up and attack them.

"I'm going to die, Anna."

In the cold wind, under the corner of the wall, a human refugee who was unclothed and had no blood on his face was saying something to the little girl beside him.

The little girl looked only seven or eight years old, dirty, holding the man's left arm bitten by the undead's sharp teeth, and cried, "Dad, you won't die, you won't die..."

"Take the food and go quickly." The man took out a piece of dry noodles from his arms and stuffed it into his daughter's dress.

"No, I won't leave! I'm going to be with my dad!"

The man stroked his daughter's blond hair covered with mud, and a trace of hardship appeared in his sad eyes.

He suddenly vomited a mouthful of sticky blood, and his blood-covered eyes suddenly opened. His mouth widened, and his hands were involuntarily stretched towards his daughter, his teeth kept opening and closing, making a "click" biting sound.

"Hurry... go!" The man tried his best to control himself, let out a painful roar, and pushed his daughter away.

The little girl was pushed and staggered, but she cried and rushed towards her father.

Angma sighed, before the man bit the little girl's neck, he stepped forward and grabbed the little girl's collar and threw it far behind him. Then he pulled out the short knife he carried with him and stabbed it into the man's head with one knife.

The man's body twitched for a moment, and finally his pupils spread rapidly, and he tilted his head and stopped moving. I wonder if it was a coincidence, his gaze happened to be on his daughter. The expression on his face seemed to be relieved and satisfied, but there was no pain.

"Ah!" the little girl let out a shrill roar, pounced on Angma's back, biting her teeth and grabbing her hands.

Angma endured the pain and "pulled" the little girl from her back as much as possible without hurting her. She cast a spell to make the little girl unconscious and hold it in her arms to continue looking for the blood elf's magic destroyer army.

When passing by a female human militia, Angma handed the girl to her arms.

It’s not that he doesn’t want to help, but along the way, there are too many such refugees and children in Ambemilli, and he can’t help everyone. He handed his water bag and food to the militia, gently wiped away the tears from the little girl’s face, and then left - I don’t know if this child will understand Angma’s actions when he grows up, or hate him to the core. Maybe... Even if she understands, if she has the chance, she doesn’t mind stabbing the dagger into Angma’s heart and freeing herself from the terrifying memories that she will never be able to escape for her life…

Before Medivh left, his words were still lingering in Angma's ears - "The timeline is never a contradictory combination of either this or that, and it moves the whole body with one blow. I just hope that you can think clearly before flapping your wings next time, and think carefully about the terrible consequences of your actions..."

Angma couldn't help but sigh again.

After searching for nearly ten minutes, he found the person he was looking for in the open ground west of Ambermier.

The dead bodies all over the ground, the corrupt land, the infected pine wood, and the pungent smell of burnt carrot, which makes you feel vomited when you smell it.

The magicians wearing light armor put the arc-shaped blade behind their backs and burned the corpses with the militia. Under the reflection of the flames soaring to the sky, the expressions on their faces were very serious.

"Where is your captain?" Angma asked loudly.

The Breakers' attention was attracted by him, but no one spoke. Soon a tall and thin man with a captain's badge and blood-stained face came to him.

The captain looked at Angma, then behind him, and immediately understood something, and said, "There are no reinforcements... Sir, are you here to order us to evacuate?"

Before Angma could speak, he shook his head and said, "After coming here, my duty has changed from protecting the people of Quel'thalas to protecting all life, and even disobeying the law. Only those who have witnessed the death of innocent people from the dead and soon resurrected as bloodthirsty dead can understand this completely unforgettable transformation... We will not retreat, we will stick to this place with mankind and buy time for refugees. You can remove my military post, but you cannot take me away from here - no one will."

As he spoke, the Breakers stood behind him and looked at Angma with cold eyes, hiding the same hatred for the enemy.

Angma did not retreat from this gaze and said expressionlessly: "I am not the group of members of the Silver Moon Council who only care about their own interests. We need someone to see the overall situation and take into account the interests of racial interests, and naturally someone to interpret justice and courage. I am not here to order you to retreat, but here to evaluate the situation of the war. If there is a worthwhile increase in troops here, then as long as I report, the subsequent troops will come continuously. Of course, I personally prefer to increase troops."

The destructors' eyes lit up. The captain looked at Angma suspiciously for a while, as if he wanted to choose him out of the image of a politician who was wearing a robe and keeping his mouth shut.

"If this is the case, we are happy to cooperate with your work, sir. I am the captain of this squadron, Leas Fire Wing." The captain's tone was still full of distrust.

"Angma Morningstar." Angma nodded to him as a greeting for self-introduction.

As a result, the magicians were dumbfounded. Leas Huoyi took a breath and knelt on one knee in fear and fear, saying repeatedly: "Mr. Angma! It's you! Please forgive my previous disrespect, me, I..."

Angma scratched his face, and it was said that the shadow of a man's famous tree was, and he felt that he still underestimated his influence.

Didn’t he just do something small and has such a great reputation?

"The undead is attacking again!" Just as he was about to ask Leas to get up, a militia ran over and said in a daze.

Without orders, the well-trained magic breakers immediately took off their long blades from behind, turned around and acted in a vigilant posture, and formed a defensive formation in just over ten seconds.

A black line was slowly pouring out from the edge of the pine woodland...
Chapter completed!