Mayor Solomon, who was riding on his horse, looked at the battlefield on the hillside with his telescope. The scene of tens of thousands of dead arakkoa falling from the sky was shocking.
It was like a black storm wrapped in wind and snow, and the scattered feathers dyed the entire sky an unknown color. Although the noisy sounds of the battlefield could not be heard, the words of those brave soldiers seemed to echo in the heart of the old mayor.
Screams.
"Warriors are buying time for us with their lives."
The old mayor gritted his teeth and shouted to the frightened civilians behind him: "Don't stay! Go! Go quickly!"
At the dock of Lakeside Town, all available boats were summoned, and each boat was filled with civilians. People who were about to lose their homes held weak assets, and some women kept their children close to them.
Holding her tightly in her arms, no matter whether it was a man or a woman, fear shone on everyone's face.
On the bridge across the huge Zhishui Lake in Hupan Town, some miners who had voluntarily cut off the back were nervously strapping explosives to the bridge piers. This stone bridge, which took countless manpower and material resources to build, was built together with Zhishui Lake.
The only road on both sides of the Taiwan Strait, in order to prevent the undead from pursuing it, the mayor made up his mind that once things became irreversible, the bridge would be completely destroyed by bombing.
But even if all efforts were made to evacuate civilians, it was still not possible to send all the people to safety in this very short period of time. The dock of Lakeside Town was crowded with civilians waiting to board the ship, and
The flow of people on the stone bridge was also surging forward. Without transportation tools, civilians could only use their own legs to cross the mountain road of Redridge Mountain in fear. After climbing over the mountains, they could reach the border of Elwynn Forest.
Under normal circumstances, this section of the road would take at least 4-5 hours to walk on both feet.
The difficulty of traveling on mountain roads may have been just a complaint in the past, but at this moment, it has almost become a desperate situation. What is even more worrying is that the moment the undead appeared, the mayor sent a letter to Stormwind City asking for help.
, but until now, I have not received even a reply.
Although the chaotic town has not been directly attacked by the undead, as the vanguard of the undead, the invisible fear is about to defeat these poor wandering people. There are cries everywhere, including children and adults.
The despair brought by the noise infected too many people, making the crowd silent and sad. Some black-hearted guys took advantage of the chaos to do things they wouldn't dare to do on a daily basis.
All of this makes an already bad environment even worse.
Mayor Solomon stood on the dock, holding two children who were separated from their parents in his arms. The mayor's eyes were full of worry. Either something happened in Stormwind City and he was unable to support Redridge Mountain in time, or...
Those letters may not have been delivered to the king at all.
"Damn it!"
The old man who was over fifty years old gritted his teeth and cursed, but at this moment, they had almost no choice but to pray for the Holy Light.
Only when there is little hope can you understand why people pray, and the irony is that praying in such desperate situations often cannot change the inevitable outcome.
But...but maybe the omnipresent Holy Light really heard the cries of these desperate believers. In short, when the human position on the hillside began to gradually collapse in the face of the pressure of the arakkoa people and the undead, two ships floated in the sky.
The spaceship suddenly broke through the space and appeared above Lakeside Town.
They look very beautiful, as if they were carved from a huge piece of gemstone. When flying, holy magic power floats around the crystals, and the swaying magic threads wrap around the sides of the spacecraft. Under the desperate crowd,
, the sudden appearance of the spaceship seems to symbolize hope in a desperate situation.
Everyone in the entire Lakeside Town knows about these spaceships, and their appearance represents the arrival of the Draenei.
More than a year ago, when those weird Draenei landed on the other side of Still Water Lake, they caused a panic. But soon, the people knew that they were guests from outside the territory invited by the king.
These weird people with horns and tails also believe in the Holy Light, and the draenei have also helped Lakeside Town wipe out the gnolls and overpopulated murlocs in the Redridge Mountains several times. With this mutual help, the draenei
It has also been smoothly integrated into the environment of this border area.
"Buzz"
In the midst of the golden beam of light, the prophet Velen holding the Staff of the Redeemer strode out of the beam of teleportation. Behind him was Privy Priest Chaldean Priest of the Cathedral of Light, and many paladins from Stormwind City.
Stepping out of the beam of light below the spaceship, under the command of the bishop, these paladins quickly carved out a large blank area among the chaotic crowd.
"Citizens of Lakeside Town! Stormwind City has received your letter for help. This is why Mr. Prophet and I are here!"
With the help of the mage's amplification magic, the solemn voice of the Chaldean priest spread throughout the crowd, and he shouted loudly:
"At this time of crisis, our Draenei friends are willing to use their spacecraft to transport you to safety. Women, children and the elderly will enter the cabin first, and adult men should be prepared to deal with danger!"
"Why!"
An indignant voice rang out from the crowd: "Why let them go first? We are all the king's subjects! There shouldn't be such a distinction!"
"Um?"
A fierce light flashed in the Chaldean priest's eyes. He pointed in that direction. The fully armed royal guard behind him immediately drew out his sword and walked over aggressively. The crowd over there dispersed, isolating the guy who just spoke. That was a
The wretched-looking little ruffian looked at the royal guard walking towards him in horror. He shouted something, but the next moment, the sword was cut down mercilessly.
The bloody head rolled to the ground, causing all the dissatisfied guys to immediately shut their mouths.
"Now! Get a grip, citizens!"
The Chaldean priest waved his hand and looked at the blood-stained swords in the hands of the cold guards. The chaotic order was quickly restored. At the same time that the old and weak were boarding the ship, the privy cardinal winked at the old mayor.
, the two people walked aside, and the bishop asked seriously:
"Mayor Solomon, how many waves of messengers have you sent?"
"Five of you! They all rode griffins to ask for help."
The old mayor held his hat in his hand and said uneasily: "But..."
"That's the problem, Mr. Mayor."
The Privy Council glanced at the battlefield above the hillside, and he said softly: "We only received a letter. When the brave messenger arrived in Stormwind City, he and his griffons were covered with wounds... The undead are very sad.
It is obvious that they are planning to kill all the messengers in an attempt to seal up the news. We only just learned about the fall of Watchfort three days ago."
"What?"
The old mayor's eyes widened: "Fort Watch also..."
The Chaldean priest drew a religious gesture on his chest and said with a hint of pain:
"The warriors there were completely wiped out, but now is not the time to talk about this. Prophet Velen also has his own people and supplies that need to be transported. Their spaceship can only rise and fall once, but this time it can transport about 80,000 people at its limit.
People and enough living supplies, the remaining 40,000 people... I need you to take them on foot to the East Valley, where the kingdom's paladins have set up a defense line."
The Privy Council looked at the old mayor and said in a deep voice:
"The old and weak in Lakeside Town will be sent to North County, and the adult men will be sent there directly. East Valley will be the kingdom's last line of defense against the undead, and it must not fall under any circumstances!"
"But now we also need support, Lord Bishop!"
Mayor Solomon pointed to the battlefield on the hillside, and he excitedly said to Chaldea: "General Gore is fighting the undead there, and they need soldiers! If the kingdom needs a defense line, then it should be in Redridge Mountain, where the warriors
A place where blood was shed and sacrificed, instead of giving this land to the undead! We don’t need to retreat! The Night’s Watch is very close to here, they can..."
"Listen to me! The Night's Watch cannot support you!"
Chaldea emphasized his tone and interrupted the old mayor's retort. The Privy Councilor's fingers brushed against the purple gemstone ceremonial dagger at his waist. A glimmer of light danced on the fingertips, which calmed the Bishop down. He took a deep breath.
Tone, explained:
"The undead have also appeared in Dusk Forest. Mr. Solomon, the Night Watch Legion and Duke Alberlock are facing a situation that is no more optimistic than yours. The undead legion starting from Crow Hill is now besieging Night Town! Why do you think the Draenei
The spaceship can only take off and land here once?"
"Because after saving Lakeside Town, we have to save Night Town!"
The Privy Councilor's tone was filled with hidden anger and unwillingness. He stretched out his hands and placed them on Mayor Solomon's shoulders:
"Those bastards can invade Elwynn Forest directly from Duskwood, threatening Stormwind City! There is also the rebellion in Westfall... It is not accidental that these disasters happen at the same time, think about it with your mind... The undead are among us
We built a net without realizing it. If we can't unite now, we will soon be strangled to death!"
"Do you understand? Mr. Solomon, there is no point in holding on to the Redridge Mountains! You are very unwilling, and so am I! No one wants to just give up their land! But now, we must retract our fingers and make them into fists.
When those undead advance with great joy, give them a hard punch in the head!"
"I...I understand."
Mayor Solomon gritted his teeth and put his old hat on his head. He turned around and left without saying a word. Looking at the hunched back, the Privy Councilor sighed.
At this time, a hoarse voice sounded in his ears:
"What's wrong? My little cutie, I feel the sadness in your heart. Are you sad for the passing of your compatriots?"
The tone of this voice was strange, and anyone who heard it would think of flowing darkness, but the Chaldean priest seemed to be used to this voice. He shook his head and said to himself:
"Yes, ma'am, I feel sad for those soldiers who fought hard. We gave up on them when there was clearly still hope."
"How boring!"
The voice softly mocked Chaldea's weakness:
"The last poor host was so hopeless and could only be killed, but you are different. Chaldea, we can do great things. I said, I will temporarily... help you,
The premise is that you have to throw away meaningless feelings like the Dark Blade King, but he is a coward... Haha, he doesn't dare to use me, maybe because he understands the cost of failure."
The Privy Councilor's eyes were dazed for a moment. He subconsciously tightened the purple crystal dagger at his waist and said in a deep voice:
"I'm different from him!"
"Very well, this is what I want to see. Look, the soul in front of you is full of anger! Solomon, he will be a good target, and a good helper! The anger and regret will consume him, and in his
Before he is swallowed up, let him be used by you."
The voice dispersed quietly, and at the last moment, a fleeting shadow seemed to kiss Chaldea's forehead:
"Also, my little cutie...call me, sister."
"Chaldean Priest!"
The prophet's gentle voice sounded behind the bishop, startling Chaldea. When he turned around, he saw the prophet looking at him with a puzzled look:
"Who were you talking to just now?"
"This sanctimonious guy has betrayed his world and his compatriots. He will die sooner or later...it just depends on who kills him."
The voice rang in Chaldea's ears again, but the Privy Councilor pretended not to hear it. He said to the prophet with compassion:
"I am praying for those warriors who died in the war...Mr. Prophet, do you need my help?"
Viren felt that the Chaldean priest in front of him might be hiding something, but at this moment, the prophet did not think about it. He looked back at the position on the hillside and said to the bishop:
"I need you to help me set up a holy light purification barrier to ensure that the undead will not break through before your people leave... and to save some soldiers."
Ten minutes later, as the two spaceships soared into the sky, a barrier of scorching holy light that enveloped the entire entrance to Lakeside Town stood under the hillside, almost completely covering the entire town and a small half of the battlefield above.
The undead that came to this barrier were quickly burned to ashes, and the voice of the Chaldean priest also sounded from the mountains in front of him:
"Warriors of the kingdom, come back! The Holy Light will protect you!"
"The holy place is standing here! The evil of death, this is not the place you should come to! Retreat!"
