Panda’s Self-cultivation

At this time Stratholme, whether it was the undead natural disasters and the Burning Legion as the offensive side, or the defense alliance, the tribe, and the alliance of oaths have become a heavy topic. Lewen Novel Network

The fierce battle has lasted for half a month.

Every day, the offensive side will use various methods to board the wall, and then be resolved by the defending side. But at the same time, the defensive side is paying more and more.

At the very beginning, Thrall, Logosh, and Drek'Thar occasionally organized the orcs to countercharge, but now, the orcs have unknowingly become the main force guarding thousands.

No way, with the increase in casualties, the troop quality of Stratholme Alliance continued to decrease. In the last few days, the 15- or 16-year-old baby soldiers came to the wall.

The main reason for this phenomenon is that a large number of wounded need to be cultivated. The priests and paladins accompanying the army are busy constantly dispelling the plague of natural disasters. Stratholme really lacks healers-originally with the help of the priest, every minute The wounded who were able to return to the battlefield had to return to the rear to cultivate slowly.

The existence of the priest makes it difficult for Azeroth's medical treatment to develop in the direction of "science", but with the Holy Light, who needs science.

Now it's all right, the priests have said that in order to dispel the **** plague on the wall, there is no blue.

Of course, another reason is that Stratholme's city wall has three slopes that can stabilize the attack. Now the attack of the attacking side has been around the clock.

This **** is built by ghouls carrying packages full of corroded soil, under the cover of hatred and demons, and built desperately. Because the soil is full of plague and shadow, the shaman cannot mobilize the spirit of the earth. Power disperses.

After spending three full days, the Undead Scourge finally had three large-scale slopes for climbing the city wall-at the cost of reducing the number of ghouls under Arthas by one third.

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Wearing a large, ill-fitting armor, Timmy stood on the wall of Stratholme.

Timmy was nervous watching the ghouls rushing forward.

"Don't be afraid, Timmy!" The recruit quietly comforted himself in his heart, "You are already fifteen years old! You have to take up arms and protect your homeland!"

"Prince Arthas rescued me from the terrifying Red Pine Jackal when he was eighteen years old!"

Timmy, who wanted to encourage himself, suddenly became a little sad in this thinking.

Why is the enemy going to Prince Alsace?

He is obviously so gentle and kind!

Timmy still remembers that fall.

When an ordinary peasant woman knelt down in front of the prince who was patrolling the kingdom, crying and begging him, begging him to get her son back. His son was lost in Keldaron, and there were dangerous and terrible red pine jackals everywhere. .

The majestic and heroic prince stepped on the horse and ordered people to sound the bugle of the assembled army. The well-trained and heavily lined army was fully armed, wearing a long, white Lordaeron cloak, and sent troops to defend their citizens. .

Sure enough, the little boy was captured by the jackals—when the jackals had put him on the big bonfire for roasting, the mighty and mighty army killed him like angry lions.

For the act of daring to hurt the people of his kingdom, the prince and his army burst out with anger like a landslide, defeating the red pine jackals like a ruin, and saved Xiao Timmy.

After the retreat, the prince personally carried the shocked child on the horse and headed towards the village.

"Your name is Timmy, right?"

"Well," the child replied tremblingly, "Why are these people wearing armor?"

"They are knights and guardians of our country."

"Then you are the captain?" The child's curiosity overshadowed part of his fear, and he began to tilt his head and look around-now, at least he believes these people are protecting him.

"I am Alsace."

On the way, the child asked the prince many questions: Is the prince also afraid of pepper? Does the prince also dislike large slices of steak and like to cut smaller ones? Does the prince sometimes ask His Royal Highness to tell him stories at night to fall asleep? Was the prince also spanked by his mother? Is the prince...

Until the child was sent home, the child's parents knelt on the ground, expressing their infinite gratitude to Alsace.

"His Royal Highness! Will you always protect us?"

"Of course it will!" Touching Timmy's head, Arthas made the promise of the Paladin, "I will always guard you."

Three years passed in a flash.

That Timmy is no longer the Timmy who used to be playful, he stopped running around, he started training hard. In Timmy's heart, he began to look forward to one day being able to put on his armor, put on a long white cloak, stand behind the prince, and fight for Lordaeron.

And the prince... Now the prince who has lost his soul is no longer the prince who is looking forward to giving everything for Lordaeron. The prince who had hoped to die with Mal'Ganis in exchange for the peace of Lordaeron became the slave of Ner'zhul. After pulling up Frostmourne, he aimed his sword at the people he had sworn to protect.

Under the cold mask, Timmy's tears flowed silently.

why? Why did the prince become my enemy, he said he would always protect us!

There is no chance to think more.

The ghoul climbed up the city wall along a steep slope, this time with a large number of demon guards.

Timmy raised the shield on his left arm and, along with the large group, firmly guarded the western slope.

Fortunately, the **** is not wide, Timmy only needs to pay attention to the enemies ahead.

Stand up a shield, shoot a spear!

thorn! thorn! thorn!

Timmy waved the spear in his hand mechanically.

After the ghoul died, the splash of black juice stuck to Timmy's white armor.

The demon green blood seeped into the gap in the armor, causing Timmy's left arm to bubble up.

Finally ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Timmy saw Prince Arthas, his golden hair turned into a deadly white, he rode the familiar horse, and personally initiated the charge.

Although he knew he was not an opponent, Timmy chose to move forward.

Frostmourne is cold and deadly.

Just when Timmy thought he was going to die under Prince Arthas, a verdant bamboo pole appeared, holding up Frostmourne.

"Little guy, this bastard's opponent is me."

In the voice of the pandaman, Timmy was thrown out.

Timmy felt sore all over when he fell on the wall, as if he was falling apart.

Sitting on the ground, Timmy remembered what his mother said.

"The prince now, like Timmy before, is also lost-it's just that he is lost in the path of life, but no one can save him." (To be continued.)