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Then aion gold aion power leveling we will charge, taking them unawares. Warn the men to gather water as best they can, and detail several units to put out those fires. We don't want the forest burning down around us.” The herald nodded, saluted, and wheeled his horse around, riding back to convey the new orders. Turalyon was already turning to Khadgar. “Can you do something to stop the fires?” he asked.
His friend grinned. “Will a thunderstorm suffice?”
“As long as the lightning does not find any more trees, yes.” Turalyon turned to Alleria. “Alleria.” She aion gold did not respond, but still stared at the smoke, her face pale. “Alleria!” That snapped her around to face him. “Take your rangers and go. Go! Your brethren are no doubt already fighting the Horde somewhere within the forest. Find them and let them know we are here. We need to coordinate our attacks or the Horde will crush your people within the trees and then smother us without.” She stared at him, nodding but still in shock. “Now!” he snapped, hating to speak to her so harshly but knowing it was the only way. “Or kismanupos are you too slow aion power leveling to make it to the trees safely?
That earned a sharp glare, as he'd hoped it would, and she snarled at him but turned away. With a few quick words to the other elves and a quick tug to adjust the bow slung across her back, she set off, moving fast as an arrow down the hill and toward the forest. The other rangers flanked her, and soon they had reached the cover of the trees and disappeared into the shadows.
“May the Holy Light protect you,” Turalyon whispered, watching them go.
“May it protect us all,” Khadgar said grimly. aion gold “We'll certainly need it.”
“She's worried,” Khadgar said quietly as they watched Alleria disappear from view.
“I know,” Turalyon replied. “I can't blame her. I'd be worried too, if the Horde was heading toward my home. I was when we thought they would march toward Capital City, and that's as close to a home as I've had these past ten years or more.” He sighed. “Plus she's only got half the Alliance army at her back. And only me to command it.”
“Stop selling yourself short,” his friend warned. “You're a good commander and a noble aion power leveling Paladin, one of the Silver Hand, the finest in Lordaeron. She's lucky to have you.”
Turalyon smiled at his friend, grateful for the reassurance. He only wished he believed it. Oh, he knew he was decent enough in combat—he'd had sufficient training, and their first clash with the Horde had proven he could translate that into real fighting skill. But a leader? Before this war he had never had to lead anything, not even prayers. What did he know about leading anything?
True, as a boy he had been forward enough, often devising aion gold the games he and his friends played or commanding one of their mock-armies when they played at war. But once he'd joined the priesthood all that had changed. He had taken orders from the senior priests, and then after they had brought him to Faol he'd followed the archbishop's instructions. Upon joining the ranks of the first Paladins in training, he had fallen under Uther's guidance, as had they all—Uther had a powerful personality that did not brook dispute. He was also the oldest of them, and the closest to the archbishop.
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Proudmoore, aion gold aion power leveling who had several ships stationed near Darrowmere Lake.
Upon receiving the orders Proudmoore had dispatched his ships down the river. They had met up with Turalyon and the army just below Stromgarde and ferried the soldiers on board. They had then sailed upriver past the mountains, instead of going over them as the Horde had done. It had saved them considerable time. Turalyon just hoped it would be enough. He would have preferred to sail straight to Quel'Thalas, but Alleria had assured him that would be impossible. Her kin would never aion gold allow human ships up their portion of the river. They had been forced to disembark near Stratholme and proceed on foot once again.
“Once I see the forest I'm going on ahead,” Alleria warned. “Don't try to stop me.”
“I don't want to stop you,” Turalyon replied, pleased to see a momentary smile cross her face, followed by surprise. “I want you and your rangers to find your brethren and warn them,” he reminded her. “I just didn't want you possibly running into the entire Horde on the way. But we're close enough now that, if the kismanupos Horde did get here aion power leveling first, we'll be able to distract them. That'll give you time to slip past and rally your kin. Then you can hit them from behind while we attack from the front, and we'll catch the Horde between us.”
Alleria nodded. She glanced up at him, silent for once, and then laid a hand along his leg. To Turalyon it felt like the touch radiated the heat of a small sun, setting his blood on fire and his limbs tingling. “Thank you,” she said softly. He nodded, unable to speak.
One of her rangers broke the moment by dashing back toward them. “The end of the aion gold hills lies just ahead,” he told them quickly. “I can see the trees beyond!”
“She's worried,” Khadgar said quietly as they watched Alleria disappear from view.
“I know,” Turalyon replied. “I can't blame her. I'd be worried too, if the Horde was heading toward my home. I was when we thought they would march toward Capital City, and that's as close to a home as I've had these past ten years or more.” He sighed. “Plus she's only got half the Alliance army at her back. And only me to command it.”
“Stop selling yourself short,” his friend warned. aion power leveling “You're a good commander and a noble Paladin, one of the Silver Hand, the finest in Lordaeron. She's lucky to have you.”
Turalyon smiled at his friend, grateful for the reassurance. He only wished he believed it. Oh, he knew he was decent enough in combat—he'd had sufficient training, and their first clash with the Horde had proven he could translate that into real fighting skill. But a leader? Before this war he had never had to lead anything, not even prayers. What did he know about leading anything?
True, as a boy he had been forward enough, aion gold often devising the games he and his friends played or commanding one of their mock-armies when they played at war. But once he'd joined the priesthood all that had changed. He had taken orders from the senior priests, and then after they had brought him to Faol he'd followed the archbishop's instructions. Upon joining the ranks of the first Paladins in training, he had fallen under Uther's guidance, as had they all—Uther had a powerful personality that did not brook dispute. He was also the oldest of them, and the closest to the archbishop.
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sense aion gold aion power leveling evil, could even heal grievous wounds with but a touch. But he could not. He was not sure he had ever had such talents, and he certainly did not possess them now. He wondered if he ever would.
“You've gone quiet again.” Khadgar leaned closer and nudged him with one hand. “Don't think too deeply or you'll fall right out of the saddle.” His tone was friendly and only a little concerned, and Turalyon did his best to smile at the weak joke.
“I'm fine,” he assured the old-seeming kismanupos mage. “Just aion gold wondering what to do next.”
“What do you mean?” Khadgar glanced around, and looked back at the troops marching behind them. “You're doing fine. Keep the men moving, make the best time we can, and hope we catch the Horde before they can do too much damage.”
“I know.” Turalyon frowned. “I just wish there was some way we could pass them and reach Quel'Thalas first. Perhaps Alleria's right—maybe I should let her go on ahead. But if she got caught, if anything happened to her…” he trailed aion power leveling off and glared at Khadgar, who was now grinning openly. “What?”
“Oh, nothing,” his friend said, laughing. “But if you're this concerned about every soldier, we might as well give up now, because you won't be willing to send any of them into battle for fear they'll get hurt.” Turalyon swatted at the mage, who ducked the blow, still laughing. And they rode on, the army stretching out behind them.
“She's worried,” Khadgar said quietly as they watched Alleria disappear from view.
“I know,” aion gold Turalyon replied. “I can't blame her. I'd be worried too, if the Horde was heading toward my home. I was when we thought they would march toward Capital City, and that's as close to a home as I've had these past ten years or more.” He sighed. “Plus she's only got half the Alliance army at her back. And only me to command it.”
“Stop selling yourself short,” his friend warned. “You're a good commander and a noble Paladin, one of the Silver Hand, the finest in Lordaeron. She's lucky to have aion power leveling you.”
Turalyon smiled at his friend, grateful for the reassurance. He only wished he believed it. Oh, he knew he was decent enough in combat—he'd had sufficient training, and their first clash with the Horde had proven he could translate that into real fighting skill. But a leader? Before this war he had never had to lead anything, not even prayers. What did he know about leading anything?
True, as a boy he had been forward enough, often devising the games he and his friends played or aion gold commanding one of their mock-armies when they played at war. But once he'd joined the priesthood all that had changed. He had taken orders from the senior priests, and then after they had brought him to Faol he'd followed the archbishop's instructions. Upon joining the ranks of the first Paladins in training, he had fallen under Uther's guidance, as had they all—Uther had a powerful personality that did not brook dispute. He was also the oldest of them, and the closest to the archbishop.
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Lothar aion gold aion power leveling seemed to think so. And the Champion of Stormwind had enough experience and wisdom to know. He was an incredible warrior and an amazing leader, someone the men followed automatically, the kind of man who demanded respect and obedience from everyone who met him. Already Alliance warriors called him “the Lion of Azeroth,” from the sight of his shield flashing through the orc ranks at Hillsbrad. Turalyon wondered if he'd ever have even a portion of that presence.
He also wondered if he'd ever have a fraction of Uther's piety. kismanupos And of his faith, or aion power leveling the powers that bestowed.
Turalyon believed in the Holy Light, of course. He had since he was a small child, and serving in the priesthood had brought him closer to that glorious presence. But he had never felt it directly, not its full strength, just glimmers of its attention or the outpouring of its effect on another. And after seeing the Horde, and facing them in battle, he found his faith weaker than ever.
The Holy Light, after all, resided in every living being, in every heart and soul. It was everywhere, the energy that bound all sentient aion gold beings together as one. But the Horde was terrible, monstrous. They did things no rational being could do; depraved, horrible things. They were truly beyond redemption. And how could such creatures be part of the Holy Light? How could its brilliant illumination reside within such utter darkness? And if it did, what did that say about its strength, that its purity and love could be so overpowered? But if it did not, if the Horde was not part of the Holy Light, then it was not universal, as Turalyon had been taught. And what did that mean about its presence aion power leveling and its strength, and about the relationship of every being to every other being?
“She's worried,” Khadgar said quietly as they watched Alleria disappear from view.
“I know,” Turalyon replied. “I can't blame her. I'd be worried too, if the Horde was heading toward my home. I was when we thought they would march toward Capital City, and that's as close to a home as I've had these past ten years or more.” He sighed. “Plus she's only got half the Alliance army at her back. And only me to command it.”
“Stop selling yourself short,” his friend aion gold warned. “You're a good commander and a noble Paladin, one of the Silver Hand, the finest in Lordaeron. She's lucky to have you.”
Turalyon smiled at his friend, grateful for the reassurance. He only wished he believed it. Oh, he knew he was decent enough in combat—he'd had sufficient training, and their first clash with the Horde had proven he could translate that into real fighting skill. But a leader? Before this war he had never had to lead anything, not even prayers. What did he know about leading anything?
True, as a boy he had been forward enough, aion power leveling often devising the games he and his friends played or commanding one of their mock-armies when they played at war. But once he'd joined the priesthood all that had changed. He had taken orders from the senior priests, and then after they had brought him to Faol he'd followed the archbishop's instructions. Upon joining the ranks of the first Paladins in training, he had fallen under Uther's guidance, as had they all—Uther had a powerful personality that did not brook dispute. He was also the oldest of them, and the closest to the archbishop.
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“Not aion gold aion power leveling even a forest troll?” She turned and glared at the wizard, who was riding on Turalyon's far side. “Because we know they're working with the Horde,” he continued. “And we know they're almost your equal in woodcraft.”
“Almost, perhaps,” she conceded. “But I am still better.”
“No one would deny that,” Khadgar agreed diplomatically, though she could see the grin lurking behind his calm. “But we don't know how many of them are out there, between us and your kismanupos home. aion power leveling And ten of them would more than make up for your superior skill.”
Alleria cursed again. He was right, of course. She knew that. But that didn't stop her from wanting to run full-speed, not caring about potential obstacles. She had seen the Horde, seen what it could do. She knew the dangers it posed. And now it was heading for her home! And her people had no idea such a danger was approaching!
“Just get them moving!” she snapped at Turalyon, and sprinted ahead, aion gold scouting the path. She half-hoped she would come across a few trolls or orcs, but knew they were still too far ahead for her to see. The Horde had a significant lead on them right now, and if those human soldiers could not move beyond their current snail's pace it would only increase!
“She's worried,” Khadgar said quietly as they watched Alleria disappear from view.
“I know,” Turalyon replied. “I can't blame her. I'd be worried too, if the Horde was heading aion power leveling toward my home. I was when we thought they would march toward Capital City, and that's as close to a home as I've had these past ten years or more.” He sighed. “Plus she's only got half the Alliance army at her back. And only me to command it.”
“Stop selling yourself short,” his friend warned. “You're a good commander and a noble Paladin, one of the Silver Hand, the finest in Lordaeron. She's lucky to have you.”
Turalyon smiled at his friend, grateful for the aion gold reassurance. He only wished he believed it. Oh, he knew he was decent enough in combat—he'd had sufficient training, and their first clash with the Horde had proven he could translate that into real fighting skill. But a leader? Before this war he had never had to lead anything, not even prayers. What did he know about leading anything?
True, as a boy he had been forward enough, often devising the games he and his friends played or commanding one of their mock-armies aion power leveling when they played at war. But once he'd joined the priesthood all that had changed. He had taken orders from the senior priests, and then after they had brought him to Faol he'd followed the archbishop's instructions. Upon joining the ranks of the first Paladins in training, he had fallen under Uther's guidance, as had they all—Uther had a powerful personality that did not brook dispute. He was also the oldest of them, and the closest to the archbishop.
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“F aion gold aion power leveling aster, damn you! Move faster!” Alleria struck her thigh with one fist, as if that motion could somehow spur the troops to more speed. She paced them for a moment, then sped up, unable to move that slowly for long. Within minutes she had passed the long line of men and caught up with the cavalry again. Automatically she glanced around, searching for the short blond hair near the front. There!
“You need to pick up the pace,” she snapped at Turalyon as she slid between the other horses and moved alongside kismanupos him. The aion power leveling young Paladin started and flushed, but right now she could not take her normal pleasure in his reaction. There was no time for such foolishness!
“We're moving as fast as we can,” he told her calmly, though she noticed he glanced behind him to gauge the troops' speed anyway. “You know our men cannot match you for speed. And armies always move more slowly than individuals.”
“Then I'll go on myself, as I should have from the start,” she insisted, tensing to sprint past the horses and deeper into the forest.
“No!” Something aion gold in his voice stopped her, and she cursed under her breath. Why couldn't she disobey him? He didn't have the same presence as Lothar, and she was cooperating with the Alliance army at her own volition, not from any orders. Yet when he did actually command her she found herself unable to resist. Which didn't mean she couldn't argue.
“Let me go!” she insisted. “I need to warn them!” Her heart twisted again at the thought of her sisters, her friends, her kin being caught unawares by the Horde.
“She's worried,” aion power leveling Khadgar said quietly as they watched Alleria disappear from view.
“I know,” Turalyon replied. “I can't blame her. I'd be worried too, if the Horde was heading toward my home. I was when we thought they would march toward Capital City, and that's as close to a home as I've had these past ten years or more.” He sighed. “Plus she's only got half the Alliance army at her back. And only me to command it.”
“Stop selling yourself short,” his friend warned. “You're a good commander and a noble Paladin, one of the Silver aion gold Hand, the finest in Lordaeron. She's lucky to have you.”
Turalyon smiled at his friend, grateful for the reassurance. He only wished he believed it. Oh, he knew he was decent enough in combat—he'd had sufficient training, and their first clash with the Horde had proven he could translate that into real fighting skill. But a leader? Before this war he had never had to lead anything, not even prayers. What did he know about leading anything?
True, as a boy he had been forward enough, often devising the games he and aion power leveling his friends played or commanding one of their mock-armies when they played at war. But once he'd joined the priesthood all that had changed. He had taken orders from the senior priests, and then after they had brought him to Faol he'd followed the archbishop's instructions. Upon joining the ranks of the first Paladins in training, he had fallen under Uther's guidance, as had they all—Uther had a powerful personality that did not brook dispute. He was also the oldest of them, and the closest to the archbishop.
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