"Of the 2,500 soldiers, no one surrendered until the whole army was wiped out."
Tyrion looked through the battle report and waved his finger gently. After receiving the order, Crow slowly took a few steps back. A moment later, the Screamer Legion roared into the sky, and the dense black shadows appeared in front of Commander Crow.
Under the guidance of the leader, they flew towards Lakeside Town.
"If human soldiers were as tough as you, it would give me a headache."
Tyrion put down the battle report and looked at Kishaun who was holding his shoulders by two knights to prevent him from falling. This veteran persisted until the end just as he said. He was the only one among the 2,500 people who survived.
Yes, his body was full of wounds, and Al did not show mercy to him. Obviously, the high-ranking knight thought that showing mercy to such a hero was a humiliation to him.
Keshan raised his head with difficulty, and could only see Tyrion's blurry figure in his blood-soaked eyes. He used his last strength and spat at the King of Dark Blades with bloody saliva.
This straightforward provocation failed to make Tyrion angry at all. On the contrary, he stood up and looked at the human warrior in front of him with interest.
"John J. Keeshan, I saw your past in your roster... Company B, I have heard of this unit. At the end of the Second World War, you participated in MI7's attack on Blackstone Tower.
A sabotage operation, and at the last moment, at the cost of reducing the number by two-thirds, the Fire Blade Clan, the most powerful fighting force among the orcs, was stopped."
Tyrion walked up behind Keeshan, put his hand on the human warrior's shoulder, and said softly:
"You have spent your whole life on the battlefield, but unfortunately, your country only gave you war, and the war took away everything from you. When the war ended, you found that you actually had nothing. I am even more curious.
Yes, why are you here?"
"Haha, it is easy to forget the people who have protected you, to easily forget the despair when life is left and the gratitude after being saved. This is human beings, no... this is the ugly commonality of all living people."
The voice of the Dark Blade King rang in Keeshan’s ears:
"So is it really justice that drives you? I'm curious."
"Pooh!"
Keeshan closed his eyes weakly: "Your appearance cannot hide your heart, you are so ugly... You will only hide behind your soldiers, you bully bastard!"
"Yeah, I'm a bully."
Tyrion walked up to Keeshan, reached out and lifted up Keeshan's blood-stained head. He forced the veteran to look at him and his ice-blue eyes.
"But the world is full of people like me. Your soldiers have been wiped out. Next comes your town, your people. Tell me, what are you going to do?"
"Ahhh!"
Keeshan didn't know where the strength came from, and struggled wildly again, like a dying beast, but was held firmly in place by the two knights. Tyrion watched this desperate performance, and finally,
He coughed lightly:
"Are you going to save them? Those who spurn you?"
Keeshan did not answer. Tyrion turned around and poured a glass of red wine for Keeshan in the tent. Then he signaled the knights to let go of him. He handed the wine to Keeshan who was lying weakly on the ground.
, he said softly:
"There are 120,000 civilians in Lakeside Town. They have no weapons in their hands and do not have enough courage to defend. Just like defeating you, it will be easier for my soldiers to kill them, but I am willing to give warriors like you a chance.
..."
The Dark Blade King sat on his temporary throne, shaking the wine glass in his hand. The bright red wine swirled in the glass, shining with a different kind of light in the dim lights in the tent.
"Be loyal to me, Keeshan, and I will give your people 12 hours to escape...or else, you know."
"Allegiance?"
The veteran sneered, he crossed his legs with difficulty, sat in front of Tyrion, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on his face, and the Dark Blade King handed over a well-made white handkerchief at the right time. Keeshan looked at it
Looking at him, he took the handkerchief and wiped his face while asking in a low voice:
"It should be easy for you to kill me and turn me into a monster like you, so why do you ask for my opinion? Is this a pity for the loser?"
"No."
Tyrion shook his head and said seriously:
"I just don't want to see a warrior with a broken soul. For the inevitable death, integrity is a noble virtue."
"12 hours?"
Keishaan closed his eyes and asked with despair:
"Can you promise?"
The Dark Blade King smiled and said to the El Knight standing beside him:
"Tell Crow and Lumi that the first round of attacks will be postponed until 12 hours later, allowing the Screamers to disperse the civilians, but if there are any resisters..."
Tyrion glanced at Keeshan and said calmly:
"kill!"
Keshan's fists clenched. After being brought into the undead camp, he saw with his own eyes the true power of the Dark Blade Knights, as well as those who made one's scalp numb just by looking at them, made of flesh and steel.
The War Colossus may be able to completely destroy Lakeside Town's defensive positions as long as it enters the battlefield.
That is no longer a force that mortals can resist.
The El Knight took the order and left. Tyrion sat on the throne. He crossed his legs and looked at the veteran in front of him. He crossed his fingers on his abdomen and stared at him with his ice-blue eyes:
"I have fulfilled my promise, it is your turn, warrior Keeshan."
"Last question!"
Keshan let out a sigh of relief. He reached out and took off the red strip of cloth on his forehead and put it in his hand. He stared at the headband that he had worn for decades. The bright red fabric had faded a little. This thing accompanied him.
He experienced all the wars, all the victories, and all the defeats.
The veteran raised his head and looked at the Dark Blade King:
"Will you kill everyone in Stormwind Kingdom? Civilians, children, and women?"
"An interesting question."
Tyrion moved his fingers. He thought for a moment, put his hands on his legs, leaned forward slightly, and looked at Keeshan:
"What I need is a warrior like you. Warriors grow from soldiers, and soldiers are born from civilians. Civilians are not qualified soldiers, so when faced with your question, I will say, no! You want to know how I will treat you?"
This kingdom that is about to be destroyed?”
Keshan nodded, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of the Dark Blade King's mouth:
"But I can't tell you, soldier, because you are not my warrior yet. I can only reveal a little bit, civilians. They will live, maybe live better."
Keshan got the answer he wanted. He nodded numbly. After a moment, he struggled to stand up. The high-ranking knight standing next to him stretched out his hand to him. The veteran hesitated and shook his hand.
That cold gauntlet.
"I'm very hungry. I want a big meal, preferably some wine..."
Tyrion shook his finger, and a high-ranking knight turned and left. He looked at Keeshan, and Keeshan looked at him. Both of them were waiting for something to happen.
After more than ten seconds, the veteran's clenched fist suddenly unclenched, and the faded red headband fell to the ground, while his master leaned slightly towards the King of Dark Blades.
"I will fight for you, Your Majesty."
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"Wow"
The death arakkoa falling from the sky brought a cold storm to the position on the edge of Lakeside Town. The arakkoa wielded the wing blade in its hand and chopped off the soldier's head, and then grabbed a soldier holding a musket by the shoulder and lifted it into the sky.
A moment later, amid screams of terror, the dancing soldiers fell from a high altitude and hit the rocks in front of the position.
Blood and flesh splattered everywhere.
This cruel method of death greatly damaged the morale of the soldiers, and such attacks occurred several times every minute. These arakkoa seemed to be using this provocation to try to anger the human soldiers who were waiting in front of them.
.
There were too many arakkoa in the sky, and they were so dense that they almost covered the sky. If Tyrion hadn't delayed the attack, perhaps it would only take one or two waves of attacks to completely defeat the position commanded by General Gore.
And the most terrible thing is that a huge undead ground force also appeared in the mountain stream not far from the human position. The death knights riding skeleton horses were running in the mountains, with their horses fixed behind.
The black broken blade flag represents the vanguard of death.
Judging from their movements, it was obvious that they were taking their time to adjust their military formations in an attempt to surround the only remaining human legion in the Redridge Mountains from three directions.
General Gore was also a veteran who had participated in the Orc War, but faced with the situation in front of him, his mind full of tactical methods could not think of an effective defensive method.
The continuous-fire machine gun on the steam tank might be able to form a barrage in the air and break those damn arakkoa into pieces, but when the attack started, Crow personally led the elite arakkoa assassins, without the human beings feeling anything.
Down, falling from the sky, destroying those steel continuous-firing muskets.
Now facing the "hunting" of the Crow People, the soldiers can only fight back with muskets and bows, which is very inefficient.
"What the hell are these birdmen doing?"
Seeing another soldier being caught into the sky, General Gore suddenly pulled out his pistol and fired a shot into the sky, venting his helpless anger.
He grabbed his helmet and threw it to the ground. He had no idea what these undead were doing. They seemed to be teasing the anxious soldiers. The cackling sounds of the crows made him even more confused.
People are upset and angry.
"We should retreat to the stone castle, where the strong defenses can resist the attacks of these undead."
The combat staff around the general suggested:
"They have enough power to destroy us, but they didn't do it. If the undead don't also have a kind heart, it means that they must be planning some terrible things."
"We can't withdraw, at least not now."
General Gore turned his head and looked behind the mountain wall in the direction of Lakeside Town. There, the huge town was nervously evacuating. It was a complicated process for 120,000 civilians to completely evacuate into Elwynn Forest. The general's meaning was already very clear.
, at least until the civilians are completely evacuated, he and his soldiers will not leave.
Although he also understood very well that their presence here would have little effect except to make the evacuated civilians feel at ease.
"Any news from Keeshan?"
General Gore took a deep breath to calm down his irritable mood. He turned to look at the staff officer beside him, who shook his head with an ugly expression.
"The warriors have sacrificed their lives for their country."
Gore clenched his fists, and his voice sounded the next moment, shouting at the soldiers:
"But their spirit inspires us. Their souls are watching us in the sky. It's our turn next. The soldiers and relatives are behind us. Even if they die here, they are to protect the people. This is our duty.
, which is also where the glory lies!”
"Don't be intimidated by those dead people, hold on to your weapons, I will hold on with you until the last moment!"
"Show them, they can't break our bones!"
"Buzz"
The moment General Gore's words fell, a dozen more arakkoa flew down from the sky, seemingly in response to Gore's heroic words, but at the moment when those arakkoa quickly crashed into the human position,
A flash of scorching holy light lit up in the mountains to the west of the human position.
Like a fierce punch, the war hammer composed of holy light fell from the sky, wrapping up the unprepared Death Crow. The undead were directly purified in the screams. Among the ashes scattered, a man holding a purple crystal war hammer
The tall draenei appeared on the rocks.
"Well said! Human!"
Grand Vindicator Maraad held his warhammer in the palm of his hand, and raised the flag behind him with his other hand. The crystal heraldic shield flag representing the draenei fluttered to the west of the human position, behind the Grand Vindicator.
, heavily armed Draenei paladins and priests also appeared in the mountains and forests.
"In the name of Prophet Velen, warriors of humanity, we will fight side by side with you!"
The strange human accent of the Grand Vindicator sounded above the panicked human positions, and the arrival of strong reinforcements also made human morale surge rapidly, especially when the warm holy light of the Draenei priests swayed on their bodies, some
Sincere believer soldiers even feel the meaning of holy war.
But the arrival of the Draenei made the dark eyes of the legendary assassin Crow, the commander of the Screamers patrolling in the sky, flash with anger. The next moment, the crow's sharp voice sounded in the sky:
"The enemy has begun to counterattack, and the game time is over! In the name of the Dark Blade King, kill them all, leaving no one behind!"
On land, the black swords of Luminas, the death lord who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, were suddenly unsheathed. This lord rushed out of the undead position at the lead, between the slopes sloping down, from
The Hellfire Legion she commanded rushed down the hillside like a flood.
"Human! The chirping is annoying! Now, let's talk with the sword!"
