Galen's army descended from outside the city like divine soldiers, heavy cavalry galloping, a golden light streaked with thunder.
For the defenders of Darrowshire, it was like a savior, but for the death, it was like a death warrant.
Madduk watched his skeletons and ghouls being ignited one by one, or cleaved in half by paladins, or their heads crushed by warhammers. The Scourge army, which had been invincible just moments before, was routed. Seeing the situation was bad, Marduk slipped away.
The Lich King's main energy was recently focused on using the power of death to strengthen Arthas's body, in order to bear his demigod-level soul, and he no longer diverted his mental energy to pay attention to every undead.
Wasn't this failure all due to Marduk's boasting?
Thus, a Galen fan and a reverse hater appeared in the Scourge...
Just kidding, that's Galen's Ashbringer, whom even the master asks to avoid his Edge. Although I, Marduk , have some tricks, how could I possibly stop his progress?
In Darrowshire, the city wall, already crumbling under the attack of the meat wagons, had now collapsed in half, caused by the earthquake generated by the heavy cavalry's rampage.
As the undead retreated, the exhausted defenders lay on the ground, enjoying the joy of surviving a disaster.
The Knights Templar began to heal the wounded, and the Knight Commander and the Royal Guards began to clean up the battlefield, finishing off the undead who weren't quite dead.
The Silver Hand Knights squad suffered more than half their casualties, with only twenty-two survivors, and only six hundred of the two thousand militiamen remained, most of whom were Galen's farmers.
In addition, more than three hundred young men in the town who participated in the battle were killed or injured. Although the losses were heavy, they managed to hold on and avoid a human tragedy.
After hearing the cheers, the residents in the town came out from the back mountains and cellars one after another and spontaneously joined the rescue team.
Joseph came to Galen and thanked him for his support.
"Thank the Holy Light, I am Joseph, the local lord. Are you reinforcements from the Alliance?" As a lord of Lordaeron, Joseph recognized that Galen's banner did not belong to Lordaeron, but it had the marks of the Lordaeron Alliance and the Church.
"That's right, I am the prince of Stromgarde, entrusted by the brothers of the Silver Hand Knights to rescue Darrowshire."
Hearing the word "prince," Joseph felt a surge of anger, but he quickly suppressed it.
"I thank you for your help on behalf of the people of Darrowshire, otherwise we might have been doomed."
At this time, a middle-aged man who looked somewhat similar to Joseph walked over with a little girl in a dress.
"Daddy, Daddy, have you driven away all the bad guys outside?" the pink jade-carved little girl said in a milky voice.
"Oh, little Pamela, not Daddy, oh, it's this uncle who represents justice who drove away the bad guys. Come, thank this uncle!"
"Handsome uncle, thank you for helping us drive away the bad guys. How about I give you my favorite doll as a thank you gift?"
Galen looked at little Pamela, who was holding a doll in both hands, staring at him curiously with her bright, sparkling eyes. Her cute appearance was indescribably lovely.
Galen smiled and squatted down. After taking off his gauntlet, he rubbed the little girl's head with his palm, then rummaged through his magic-patterned cloth bag and finally found a handful of milk candies.
Galen handed the milk candies to little Pamela.
"Little Pamela, Uncle can't take this doll for nothing. I'll trade you this handful of candy."
Galen took the doll, let the little girl free her hands to take the candy, and finally gently scratched the little girl's nose, satisfying his perverted uncle's pleasure.
Galen solemnly hung the doll on his waist, then turned to Joseph and said:
"Let's evacuate, Lord Joseph. Darrowshire is no longer safe. For the sake of the children and innocent people, seek the protection of the Silver Hand Knights to the north, or go to Hearthglen in the west."
Joseph's face was gloomy, and he nodded.
In the end, they still had to abandon their homes.
Cheering himself up, Galen prepared to leave.
However, after seeing Pamela, Galen didn't want to see any more tragedies, so he decided to leave Gavinrad and the Knights Templar to help the refugees relocate, while he took the other soldiers directly to the Tirisfal Glades.
Calia had already left the monastery. The monastery could not support more than 100,000 people, so she led half of the refugees to the West Tirisfal Valley.
West Tirisfal Valley, which was originally just a land used as a cemetery, with only a village of a thousand people existing.
Fifteen thousand people poured in a few months ago, and the original village could not meet the needs of so many people, so it was expanded.
And Galen's ten thousand farmers, after taking off their militia equipment, became people with work experience as craftsmen, lumberjacks, construction workers, etc., and joined the construction project named Hope Town.
Therefore, this new town had no secrets for Galen.
At the entrance of the valley, Turalyon, who was in charge of the defense work, welcomed Galen and his army in. Galen didn't waste any time and specifically asked to see High Princess Calia.
In the refugee camp, Galen met the High Princess of Lordaeron.
At this time, the High Princess was treating the wounded.
When the people fled, many soldiers and civilians were injured by ghouls and abominations. The seriously injured were given priority for treatment, followed by those with moderate injuries.
Now these were the ones with the lightest injuries at the time. They relied on their own resistance and the cooperation of holy water to barely suppress the plague in their bodies and struggled for several months, finally waiting for the priests and paladins to free up their hands to treat them.
From afar, Galen saw the High Princess in a white priest's robe, and Calia, who was earnestly releasing the Holy Light to remove diseases and heal wounds, had a different kind of beauty.
She looked like a delicate flower, but beneath her delicate appearance, she hid a tenacious look.
Galen's eyes lit up. It seemed that this High Princess of Lordaeron, who was deeply affected and unable to stand up in the mouths of the old ministers, was not as delicate as they said.
Galen didn't urge her but quietly waited for the priest to finish her treatment for the day.
"Prince Galen, I heard from General Turalyon about your help to the people of Lordaeron. I thank you on behalf of Lordaeron."
Calia didn't make Galen wait too long, and soon finished her work and walked over.
"You don't need to be so polite, Princess Calia, you can call me Galen."
Galen was not very familiar with the people of the Menethil royal family, and Calia had only met Galen a few times, but Calia was very familiar with Galen's deeds.
No one could stand her good friend Jaina always praising her crush in front of her, and even boldly proposing to form an alliance to fight against love rivals...
Thinking of this, Calia felt a little shy for a moment.
"In that case, Galen, please just call me Calia..."