Vanessa was brought to Calia in a daze, transitioning inexplicably from a common girl at risk of being abducted by fallen nobles to the personal maid of a Prince. Being a personal maid is no trifling matter; it involves sharing a bed with the master, and there's even a possibility of bearing his offspring. As a bedside companion, even a maid could not be looked down upon if her master holds a high position. Everyone knows the power of a whisper in the ear; it is often more effective than flattery.
Calia had received hints from her brother in advance, knowing that this father-daughter pair would help her brother's career, and since Vanessa would be living with her, she didn't need to worry about the brother being tempted. Objectively speaking, Calia couldn't manage Arthas when they were outside.
Even if he played with women, she could at worst feel jealous, because they are siblings and cannot openly be together. Unless Arthas possesses great strength and prestige, he would not be scorned, but instead praised as a remarkable figure. (TN: More like they won't dare say it to his face)
"I'll be blunt; this is war. If anyone dares to step back during a fight, or disobeys orders, don't blame me for being merciless. If we win the war, you will all receive rewards and honor." Arthas coldly warned the noble private soldiers in front of him. During war, he could intervene, but after the war, these would still belong to the nobility and must be returned. After dealing with nobles like Roden, Arthas ordered the troops to march rapidly towards the farm. The longer the delay, the more urgent the situation would become.
He didn't understand why Naga suddenly went crazy; Naga had never been friendly with any race, and most of them harbored deep hostility towards any living beings.
On another front, at Solliden Farm, a beautiful young girl in armor wielded a long sword and shield, fighting against Naga soldiers. Her exquisite oval face was already covered in enemy blood, as was her armor.
Despite wounds all over her body, she did not retreat a single step, steadfastly leading her soldiers to block the Naga and merman attacks. Behind her, a woman with golden hair tied up in a bun was constantly issuing commands, skillfully directing soldiers to fill the gaps that were about to be breached. Despite this, due to the low number of personnel, there was no way to reinforce their ranks. Even farmers had to be forced to pick up arms and fight, as most of the troops had been deployed to face the tribe, leaving the rear very empty, with less than two hundred guards.
"Hold on, the forces from Lordaeron will surely arrive. Prince Arthas is coming to support us, don't give up!" The valiant young warrior frequently raised her arm in encouragement, rallying morale in the toughest situation and leading by example. "Kill!" "Charge!"
The morale, which had been low, was once again uplifted, and the wavering defense line was solidified again. Time passed unconsciously; the Naga intensified their attack and sent a large number of fishmen slaves to hit the defense line, and even summoned sea giants over six meters tall, clearly not wanting to be dilly-dallying any longer.
Faced with over a dozen sea giants taller than six meters, despair filled everyone's heart. In the face of absolute power, any resistance was futile. The larger the body, the greater the strength, making resistance increasingly impossible. They were already exhausted, while the enemies seemed endless, unable to kill them all. The corpses of fishmen had piled up high, yet they still could not withstand the enemy's assault.
"Withdraw, Miss," the adjutant said to the beautiful girl before him, hoping she would issue the command.
Brigitte shook her head, looking at the terrified civilians and shivering children in the house behind her.
"No, the civilians can't retreat that quickly; they have already surrounded us and cannot break through. We can only hold our ground."
"Holding on will bring victory. If we hold on a little longer, Prince Arthas will surely arrive." The mature woman was a lord from the Kingdom of Stormwind, injured while leading soldiers against the tribe and had come to recuperate in Lordaeron with relatives, but unexpectedly encountered an attack from the Naga. It was bad luck to be ambushed in what was thought to be the safest place.
The horn of attack sounded again as the sea giants charged forward. The ground began to shake as if the earth itself was quaking. In such a lopsided battle, relying on courage was simply unreliable! A mournful horn echoed, the attack horn of Lordaeron.
Whoosh! A handsome man with a long sword charged in on horseback, his sword swirling as he unleashed various light hammers onto the attacking fishmen. Following him were a group of fearless cavalry, and leading them was none other than Arthas.
"Left turn, Captain, take your men to cut off the retreat of the fishmen. Cover the main force entering the farm, shield soldiers, on! Mortar squads, fire indiscriminately at the center of the battlefield!"
After issuing the command, Arthas charged forward, his hammer of judgment stunning a giant sea giant, and he tossed a goblin bomb towards the target before turning to face the next enemy.
Boom! The goblin bomb detonated, sending the sea giant screaming in agony, its eyes blown out, yet its brain still intact. The heavily injured sea giant went berserk, wildly swinging a giant anchor, crushing countless naga underfoot while even the nearby sea giant wailed in agony, angrily entangled together. These giants were not smart; otherwise, they wouldn't be enslaved by the Naga.
"Yes! Prince Arthas! Reinforcements have arrived, kill!" Joy filled Brigitte's heart, and she shouted as she charged forward, undoubtedly loyal to Lordaeron.
Splash! In the chaos, Brigitte was cut by a blade from a Naga soldier, her armor was pierced, and she staggered. A naga holding a spear approached, babbling in its fish language towards her neck, seemingly about to end her life.
A strong arm grabbed her arm, pulling her back as a beam of holy light fell upon her, healing her bleeding wound. A sword slashed down in an explosive sound, decapitating the naga, and a kick sent a nearly three-meter tall Naga soldier flying back.
"Get to the back and heal, don't push yourself. I've got this," he said.