Vanessa was brought to Calia in a daze, suddenly transformed from a common girl who was about to be taken away by fallen nobles to the personal maid of His Royal Highness Prince?
Being a personal maid was no joke; it meant accompanying the master to bed and possibly bearing offspring for him.
As a bedfellow, even a maid, no one dared to underestimate him as long as the master held a high status.
The power of a bedfellow's influence was well-known; a whisper in the ear was more effective than any flattery.
Calia, having received a tip from her younger brother, knew that Vanessa and her father could assist her brother's career. With Vanessa living with her, there was no need to worry about her brother being seduced.
In all fairness, Calia couldn't interfere with Arthas outside, even if he played around with women. At most, she could feel jealous because they were siblings and couldn't openly be together.
Unless Arthas had exceptional strength and prestige, he wouldn't be scorned but instead praised as a remarkable figure.
"Let me be clear, this is war. If anyone dares to retreat or disobey orders during battle, don't blame me for being harsh. When we win the war, you will all receive rewards and honor."
Arthas coldly warned the noble private soldiers before him. During wartime, he could intervene, but after the war, these were still the nobles' private property and had to be returned.
After dealing with the nobles like Roton, Arthas ordered the troops to march hastily towards the farm.
Every day of delay would make the situation there more urgent.
He didn't understand why the Naga suddenly went mad. Historically, the Naga had never been friendly with any race and harbored deep hostility towards all beings.
On the other side, at Solorian Farm.
A gallant maiden clad in armor wielded a longsword and shield, fighting fiercely against Naga guards. Her delicate face was splattered with the blood of enemies, and her armor was covered in it.
Despite being covered in wounds, she didn't step back, leading her soldiers firmly to hold off the attacks of Naga and murlocs.
Behind her, a woman with golden hair tied into a lady's bun issued commands skillfully, always managing to plug the gaps about to be breached by the enemy.
Due to the shortage of personnel, even farmers were forced to take up arms. Most of the troops had been diverted to fight the Tribe, leaving the rear extremely vulnerable with only a guard of fewer than two hundred.
"Hold on, the forces of Lordaeron will arrive. Prince Arthas is leading the troops to support us. Don't give up!" The valiant warrior maiden shouted to boost morale in the most challenging situations, leading by example.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The low morale was once again uplifted, and the crumbling defense line was stabilized.
After some time, the Naga intensified their attacks, sending a large number of murloc slaves to charge the defense line. They even dispatched sea giants over six meters tall, showing no intention of holding back.
Faced with over a dozen sea giants towering over six meters, despair filled everyone's hearts.
Against absolute power, any resistance was futile.
The larger the size, the greater the strength, making resistance impossible.
Exhausted, they couldn't seem to finish off the enemies, despite the piles of murloc bodies.
"Retreat, miss," the adjutant said to the brave maiden, hoping she would give the order.
Bridget shook her head, looking at the terrified civilians and shivering children in the houses behind, "No, the civilians can't retreat quickly. They are surrounded by the enemy and can't break through, so we must hold our ground."
"Holding on is victory. If we persist a little longer, Prince Arthas will surely arrive." The mature woman, Lords Marlan of the Kingdom of Stormwind, had been injured while leading her soldiers against the Tribe. She followed a ship to the Kingdom of Lordaeron to recuperate with relatives but unexpectedly encountered the Naga attack.
Their luck was truly unfortunate, facing an attack unexpectedly in the supposedly safest place.
The battle horn of the attack sounded again, and the sea giants charged forward with heavy steps. The earth began to tremble, as if experiencing an earthquake.
In the face of such a disparate battle, courage was hardly reliable!
A resounding horn filled with vastness echoed, signaling Lordaeron's attack.
A handsome man wielding a long sword rode a warhorse charging forward, swinging his sword and continuously hurling various light hammers at the charging murlocs.
Following behind were a group of fearless cavalry, with Arthas leading the way.
"Turn left, Fandral, take your people to cut off the murlocs' reinforcements. Protect the main force entering the farm, shield soldiers up. Mortar teams, fire indiscriminately in the middle of the battlefield!" Arthas gave orders and charged forward, stunning a huge sea giant with the Hammer of Judgment, throwing a Goblin bomb at it, then turning to the next target.
Boom!
The Goblin bomb blew the sea giant into a frenzy, screaming in agony as its eyeballs were blown out, but its mind remained intact.
The sea giant, heavily injured, went berserk, swinging a huge iron anchor in its hand, trampling countless murlocs in its path, causing even the nearby sea giants to howl in pain, angrily thrashing around.
These giants were not very intelligent, otherwise they wouldn't have been enslaved by the Naga.
"Yes, Arthasprince! Reinforcements have arrived, kill!" Bridget was filled with joy and charged forward, unquestionably loyal to Lordaeron.
In the chaos of battle, Bridget's armor was slashed by a Naga guard's blade, causing her to stagger. A murloc wielding a fork, speaking in rapid murloc language, tried to stab her neck, a fatal blow imminent.
A strong arm grabbed her and pulled her over, a holy light falling on her head, healing her bleeding wounds.
The long sword cut off the murloc's head with a sonic boom, a kick sent the Naga guard flying, who was nearly three meters tall.
"You go to the back for healing, don't push yourself, I've got this."
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Vanessa was brought to Calia in a daze, suddenly transformed from a common girl who was about to be taken away by fallen nobles to the personal maid of His Royal Highness Prince?
Being a personal maid was no joke; it meant accompanying the master to bed and possibly bearing offspring for him.
As a bedfellow, even a maid, no one dared to underestimate him as long as the master held a high status.
The power of a bedfellow's influence was well-known; a whisper in the ear was more effective than any flattery.
Calia, having received a tip from her younger brother, knew that Vanessa and her father could assist her brother's career. With Vanessa living with her, there was no need to worry about her brother being seduced.
In all fairness, Calia couldn't interfere with Arthas outside, even if he played around with women. At most, she could feel jealous because they were siblings and couldn't openly be together.
Unless Arthas had exceptional strength and prestige, he wouldn't be scorned but instead praised as a remarkable figure.
"Let me be clear, this is war. If anyone dares to retreat or disobey orders during battle, don't blame me for being harsh. When we win the war, you will all receive rewards and honor."
Arthas coldly warned the noble private soldiers before him. During wartime, he could intervene, but after the war, these were still the nobles' private property and had to be returned.
After dealing with the nobles like Roton, Arthas ordered the troops to march hastily towards the farm.
Every day of delay would make the situation there more urgent.
He didn't understand why the Naga suddenly went mad. Historically, the Naga had never been friendly with any race and harbored deep hostility towards all beings.
On the other side, at Solorian Farm.
A gallant maiden clad in armor wielded a longsword and shield, fighting fiercely against Naga guards. Her delicate face was splattered with the blood of enemies, and her armor was covered in it.
Despite being covered in wounds, she didn't step back, leading her soldiers firmly to hold off the attacks of Naga and murlocs.
Behind her, a woman with golden hair tied into a lady's bun issued commands skillfully, always managing to plug the gaps about to be breached by the enemy.
Due to the shortage of personnel, even farmers were forced to take up arms. Most of the troops had been diverted to fight the Tribe, leaving the rear extremely vulnerable with only a guard of fewer than two hundred.
"Hold on, the forces of Lordaeron will arrive. Prince Arthas is leading the troops to support us. Don't give up!" The valiant warrior maiden shouted to boost morale in the most challenging situations, leading by example.
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
The low morale was once again uplifted, and the crumbling defense line was stabilized.
After some time, the Naga intensified their attacks, sending a large number of murloc slaves to charge the defense line. They even dispatched sea giants over six meters tall, showing no intention of holding back.
Faced with over a dozen sea giants towering over six meters, despair filled everyone's hearts.
Against absolute power, any resistance was futile.
The larger the size, the greater the strength, making resistance impossible.
Exhausted, they couldn't seem to finish off the enemies, despite the piles of murloc bodies.
"Retreat, miss," the adjutant said to the brave maiden, hoping she would give the order.
Bridget shook her head, looking at the terrified civilians and shivering children in the houses behind, "No, the civilians can't retreat quickly. They are surrounded by the enemy and can't break through, so we must hold our ground."
"Holding on is victory. If we persist a little longer, Prince Arthas will surely arrive." The mature woman, Lords Marlan of the Kingdom of Stormwind, had been injured while leading her soldiers against the Tribe. She followed a ship to the Kingdom of Lordaeron to recuperate with relatives but unexpectedly encountered the Naga attack.
Their luck was truly unfortunate, facing an attack unexpectedly in the supposedly safest place.
The battle horn of the attack sounded again, and the sea giants charged forward with heavy steps. The earth began to tremble, as if experiencing an earthquake.
In the face of such a disparate battle, courage was hardly reliable!
A resounding horn filled with vastness echoed, signaling Lordaeron's attack.
A handsome man wielding a long sword rode a warhorse charging forward, swinging his sword and continuously hurling various light hammers at the charging murlocs.
Following behind were a group of fearless cavalry, with Arthas leading the way.
"Turn left, Fandral, take your people to cut off the murlocs' reinforcements. Protect the main force entering the farm, shield soldiers up. Mortar teams, fire indiscriminately in the middle of the battlefield!" Arthas gave orders and charged forward, stunning a huge sea giant with the Hammer of Judgment, throwing a Goblin bomb at it, then turning to the next target.
Boom!
The Goblin bomb blew the sea giant into a frenzy, screaming in agony as its eyeballs were blown out, but its mind remained intact.
The sea giant, heavily injured, went berserk, swinging a huge iron anchor in its hand, trampling countless murlocs in its path, causing even the nearby sea giants to howl in pain, angrily thrashing around.
These giants were not very intelligent, otherwise they wouldn't have been enslaved by the Naga.
"Yes, Arthasprince! Reinforcements have arrived, kill!" Bridget was filled with joy and charged forward, unquestionably loyal to Lordaeron.
In the chaos of battle, Bridget's armor was slashed by a Naga guard's blade, causing her to stagger. A murloc wielding a fork, speaking in rapid murloc language, tried to stab her neck, a fatal blow imminent.
A strong arm grabbed her and pulled her over, a holy light falling on her head, healing her bleeding wounds.
The long sword cut off the murloc's head with a sonic boom, a kick sent the Naga guard flying, who was nearly three meters tall.
"You go to the back for healing, don't push yourself, I've got this."
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