World of Warcraft: Conquest of Arthas-Chapter 103: WOW : The Rose Bridget

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Vanessa was brought to Callia in such a daze. She was inexplicably transformed from a commoner girl who was about to be abducted by the fallen nobles to a personal maid of the prince? A personal maid is not a joke. She has to sleep with the master and may even give birth to the master’s offspring. As a pillow person, even if she is a maid, as long as the master is of high status, no one dares to look down on her. Everyone knows the power of pillow talk. It is more effective than any flattery.

Callia had received a tip from her brother in advance and knew that the father and daughter would help her brother’s career, and Vanessa lived with her, so she didn’t need to worry about her brother being seduced. To be fair, Callia couldn’t control Alsace outside. Even if he played with women, she could only be jealous at most, because they were siblings and couldn’t be together openly. Unless Alsace had extremely strong power and prestige, he would not be despised, but would be praised as a good thing.

"I’ll be honest first. This is a war. If anyone dares to step back and disobey orders, don’t blame me for being rude. If the war is won, you will all get rewards and honors."

Alsace coldly warned the noble private soldiers in front of him that he could intervene during the war, but after the war, these would still be the private property of the nobles and would have to be returned.

After dealing with the nobles such as Rotten, Arthas ordered his troops to march quickly towards the farm. The longer they delayed, the more urgent the situation there would be. He didn’t know why the Naga suddenly went crazy. The Naga had always been unfriendly to all races, and most of the Naga were deeply hostile to any creature.

On the other side, at the Solidan Farm, a beautiful girl in armor was fighting with the Naga guards with a long sword and a shield in her hand. Her delicate face was covered with the enemy’s blood, and her armor was also covered with blood. She was covered with wounds, but she did not retreat a step, and still led her soldiers to firmly block the attacks of the Naga and the fishmen.

Behind her, a woman with golden hair tied into a bun on the back of her head was constantly giving orders, always able to fill the gaps that were about to be defeated. Even so, due to the scarcity of personnel, there was no way to get reinforcements. Even the farmers were forced to take up arms and fight. Most of the troops were transferred to fight against the tribes, resulting in a very empty rear, with less than 200 guards.

"Hold on, Lordaeron’s troops will surely arrive. Prince Arthas has already led his troops to support us, don’t give up!"

The heroic warrior girls would raise their arms and cheer from time to time, boosting morale and leading the way in the most difficult situations.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

The low morale was boosted again, and the shaky defense line was stabilized again.

I don’t know how long it took, but the Nagas intensified their offensive and once again sent a large number of murloc slaves to attack the defense line. They also sent out sea giants that were over six meters tall, obviously not wanting to waste any more time.

Facing a dozen sea giants over six meters tall, everyone was filled with despair. In the face of absolute power, any resistance was futile. The bigger the size and the stronger the power, the more impossible it was to resist. They were already exhausted, but the enemy seemed endless and could not be killed. The bodies of the fishmen were already piled high, but there was still no way to resist the enemy’s attack.

"Retreat, young lady."

The adjutant looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, hoping that she would give orders.

Bridget shook her head, looking at the terrified civilians and trembling children in the house behind her. "No, the civilians can’t retreat that quickly. They have surrounded us. We can’t break out. We can only hold on."

"Perseverance means victory. If you hold on a little longer, Prince Alsace will surely arrive."

The mature woman was Marlan, a lord of Stormwind Kingdom. She was injured while leading her soldiers in a fight against the Horde. She followed the ship to the Kingdom of Lordaeron to recuperate with her relatives, but she did not expect to encounter an attack by the Naga. This was really bad luck, encountering an attack in the safest place.

The attack horn sounded again, and the sea giant charged forward with heavy steps. The ground began to tremble, as if an earthquake had occurred. In the face of such an unequal battle, courage was not reliable at all!

"Woo, woo, woo!" A horn sound filled the vastness. This was the attack horn of Lordaeron.

Whoosh! A handsome man holding a long sword rode a warhorse and charged. As he swung the sword, he continuously threw various light hammers at the charging fishmen. Behind him followed a group of brave cavalrymen, and the leader was Arthas.

"Turn left, Faro, lead your men to cut off the descendants of the fishmen. Cover the main force to enter the farm, shield soldiers go in. The mortar team fires indiscriminately at the center of the battlefield!"

After giving the order, Arthas rushed forward, knocked out a huge sea giant with the Hammer of Judgment, took out the goblin bomb and threw it over, then turned to the next target.

Boom! The goblin bomb blew the sea giant into a daze, screaming continuously. Its eyeballs were blown off, but its brain was still intact. The sea giant, who received such a severe blow, immediately swung the huge iron anchor in his hand frantically, and countless fishmen were trampled to death. Even the sea giant next to him was smashed and wailed continuously, and began to twist together in anger. These giants are not very intelligent, otherwise they would not be enslaved by the Naga.

"Yes! Prince Alsace! Reinforcements are coming, kill them!"

Bridget’s heart was filled with ecstasy, and she rushed forward shouting. She was undoubtedly loyal to Lordaeron.

Puff! In the chaos, Bridget’s armor was slashed by the sharp blade of a Naga guard. She suddenly froze. A murloc holding a fork and speaking murloc language in his mouth stabbed her neck. She was about to die.

A strong arm grabbed her arm and pulled her over. A holy light fell on her head, healing her bleeding wounds. The long sword chopped off the fishman’s head with a sonic boom, and kicked the Naga guard, who was nearly three meters tall, and kicked him away.

"Go to the back to heal your wounds. Don’t force yourself. I’m here."

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