The hidden objects buried in the city were activated, as if a signal had been sent to start a war.
When the deep roar of Nefarian, who was covered in frost, tore through the night of Stormwind City, the undead surrounding the thick walls of Stormwind City also began to attack the city.
In the dark night, the pairs of soul fires exuding pale light made the soldiers guarding the city wall seem to have seen the messenger of doom. When the skeletons began to climb the city wall, the artillery placed on the city gate
The roar of fire and the thunderous shelling turned this noisy night completely into madness.
The person who commanded the siege was the archlich Khadgar. He commanded the Dark Blade legions with a cruel wisdom and a simple and direct way of thinking unique to mages. Unlike Tyrion, who liked to do a lot of "useless things",
Since Khadgar promised to capture Stormwind City for the Lord of the Dark Blade, he directly used the Dark Blade's most powerful war weapon at the beginning of the siege.
Colossus!
Although the heavy sunlight cannon behind the Colossus cannot be activated in the dark night, the Colossus itself, with its powerful destructive power, is an excellent siege weapon.
The city wall of Stormwind City is 6 meters high. The three-layer reinforced masonry is painted white, and blue flags are flying on the sentries on the city wall. From a distance, this place can be called a majestic city on the mainland, but when the Gronn Colossus
When they were manipulated to approach the city wall, the soldiers guarding the city wall saw in despair that these monsters of flesh and steel, driven by the undead, were actually much higher than the city wall when they stood up.
.
They stood on the black sentry, and when they raised their heads, they could see the ugly face of the Goron statue, the one eye that glowed with blood-red light, and right after that eye, it was as tall as an adult.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
These predators at the top of the food chain in Draenor roared, venting the pain and anger caused by death on the city wall in front of them. The colossi waved their strong, steel-wrapped arms and claws, like angry children
Like a beating toy, he swept the soldiers who were trying to fight back on the city wall into the sky, then clenched his fists and smashed down the solid city wall in front of him.
"哐"
The low impact sound shook the ground in half of Stormwind City. The soldiers on the city wall panicked and avoided the fists that were like falling cannonballs. Under the orders of the roaring old marshal, they fired the artillery that had not yet been destroyed.
Aiming at Gronn's head, he lit the match. Amidst the sound of the cannon being ejected, the old Marshal Windsor leaned on his heavy sword and stared closely at the crazy Gronn in front of him.
"Bang"
The hot cannonball hit Goron's ugly head accurately, and the ignited gunpowder inside exploded, like fireworks in the dark night. The skull of the hit Goron made a low sound, and it shook.
He fell to the ground, his entire face torn apart by the explosion. He looked extremely horrified, but before the human defenders could cheer, the Gronn got up tremblingly again.
You can even see pale bones in the blast wound on its cheek, and even the ugly eye was injured, but it seemed as if it couldn't feel the pain at all. During the burst of death energy, this attack
The city beast raised its fist and carried out a death sweep on the city wall in front of it, throwing the soldiers and the assembled artillery off the wall.
Marshal Windsor, who was lying on the ground, looked back and saw that the bodies of the soldiers were struggling feebly in the air, and then fell to the ground behind them, shattered into pieces. This scene made the old marshal feel extremely sad and angry.
He turned back and straightened up on the city wall where the Gorons were ravaging. His long gray hair danced in the night sky full of gunpowder smoke and the smell of blood. He couldn't figure out why the country he swore to defend would suffer such a fate. They and
These undead souls have no grievances at all!
An unknown fire burned in the marshal's heart, making the warrior who had entered his twilight years even breathe heavily in this hellish battlefield. He raised the two-handed sword in his hand, the bloody blade.
His eyes were reflected in the sky, and in this dark night full of war, Windsor saw his own ending.
"For the Empire!"
He roared, just like he did when he was young, just like when he was killing orcs in the Burning Plains. Hot blood surged in his veins, and he had to vent this powerless pain.
He jumped up from the city wall that was about to be destroyed. In the burning fire of anger, he waved his two-handed sword and poured all his strength into this blow, just like a sword of punishment falling from the sky.
The sharp heavy sword was accurately pierced into the eye socket of the Gronn in front of him.
The sharp blade pierced the blood-red one-eye, like a red-hot needle, piercing straight into the brain of the giant beast, completely cutting off its remaining thoughts and wisdom.
"Ouch!"
Even a dead giant beast that has suffered such a fatal injury will still feel the pain in its weak soul. This Goron went crazy in an instant, and its steel-wrapped fists danced crazily in the air, while Wen Wen
Marshal De Sol was like a leaf falling in the wind, tightly grasping the sword in his hand, trying hard not to be thrown out by the giant beast's counterattack.
At the moment when the giant beast fell to the ground, the old marshal let go of his hands and jumped to the ground, but behind him, Death Goron's final counterattack, the fist wrapped in steel waved in the air, hitting the old man in the air.
Marshal, being hit in the back with such force that Windsor was like a stone being thrown away, he was hit hard into the darkness in the distance.
"Bang"
He fell through a long fall and hit a tree trunk in the forest outside Stormwind City. He fell to the ground. He struggled to get up, but his spine was shattered and he completely lost control of his body.
The veteran lay in the cold darkness, letting the blood flow from the wound. The picture in front of him had become blurry and dim. He knew that his end was approaching.
In the night around him, there were endless undead activities. The old marshal could see that among the awakened zombies, there were also some corpses wearing Stormwind City uniforms mixed in. That was on the battlefield in the East Valley.
They also joined the dead soldiers in this march of death.
Behind him, the towering, solid city wall has made an overwhelmed sound under the heavy blows of the Gorons. The bricks and stones have fallen and there are many cracks. Maybe the next moment, this wall that can protect the entire city will be destroyed by the undead.
The irresistible power they brought was completely destroyed.
Then...then the kingdom for which he devoted his life and all his life will be completely buried by history in the ruins of death.
"Ahem."
The old marshal coughed with difficulty. He propped up his body with his painful arms and leaned against the blood-covered tree trunk, trying to face his impending death with a calm attitude.
The surrounding undead discovered the living person, and they surrounded him. The old marshal subconsciously reached out to his waist, but there were no weapons for self-defense there.
"Back off!"
A cold voice sounded in the dark night, and the surrounding undead people respectfully moved out of the way. Windsor raised his head and saw the orc Death Lord striding towards him with a black battle ax on his back.
The death knight wearing black armor with skull pauldrons on his shoulders stood in front of him. He reached out and took off his horn helmet, revealing a face that was very familiar to Windsor.
"Ha, Saurfang!"
The old marshal struggled to smile in pain. The blood dyed his beard, lips and teeth red, making his smile look ferocious:
"Are you here to laugh at me? You are a defeated general!"
"By your Majesty's order, I came here specifically to find you, Marshal Windsor."
There wasn't much emotion in Saurfang's eyes. They had fought against each other more than once in the Orc War, and each had their own victory and defeat. They were considered real old rivals. He looked at the veteran who was struggling and clenching his fists in front of him. He didn't use weapons.
, but stretched out his hands, and during Windsor's struggle, he lifted the old opponent who could no longer move on his shoulders.
Under the silent gaze of the undead, the Death Lord strode away from the battlefield with the old marshal on his shoulders. He said softly:
"It's time for you to go home, Reginald Windsor."
At the moment when the marshal's breath finally stopped, the wall of Stormwind City behind him also collapsed completely under the bombardment of the Death Gronns. However, the human defenders were still struggling in the ruins of masonry, using all methods
Trying to block the incoming undead.
Like a flame washed by the tide, even if it is fleeting, it proves that lifeless bricks and stones are not as strong as warriors.
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"Ouch"
The Frost Dragon, transformed by Tyrion himself, soars in the sky of Stormwind City. Under its raging power, half of the buildings in the city have been covered in cold frost. Those civilians who failed to escape are considered lucky.
, in this fatal low temperature, their departure does not feel much pain.
The black dragons, who had temporarily reached a cooperation intention with the Royal Family of Stormwind City, carried the great knight Fordring and his paladins, and struggled to contain Nefarian and the skeletal dragons who became more powerful after death in the sky.
Ensure the evacuation of civilians to the port.
But there are simply not enough ships to transport all the civilians out of this hell that is about to be flooded by the undead. Even if Emperor Lothar personally leads the last soldiers to fight to the death in the commercial district of Stormwind City with the undead sweeping into the city, it will not change this situation.
The inevitable outcome of this city.
Tyrion did not launch a general attack recklessly. He was like a hard-working spider. Before the actual war started, he used conspiracy and sneaky moves to weave a web of death for Stormwind City.
Before the fall, the fate of Stormwind City had actually been clearly arranged.
But such a strategy cannot be used multiple times. With the disaster of Stormwind City ahead, the human countries in the northern border will inevitably become very vigilant. This also means that in future conquests, there may be more than one inch.
The ultimate fight to the death where every inch of the earth's blood lasts.
In this aspect, the undead who are not afraid have an absolute advantage.
"Take them away!"
Stormwind Fortress has not yet recovered from the last attack by Archbishop Twilight. Some of the broken bricks and stones make the king's palace look somewhat desolate. At this time, when the city is facing life and death, the rule of Stormwind City
The 23-year-old King Varian Wrynn is sitting on his throne.
He was wearing the armor inherited by the King of Stormwind City, which was black and blue, with a mighty black lion's head on the shoulders. He was holding a two-handed sword. In front of him, he was the most loyal royal steward.
Will Benton and the royal guards who swore loyalty to the king.
In the butler's arms, the 2-year-old little prince Anduin Wrynn slept soundly in his swaddling clothes. Even on this night of destruction, nothing seemed to be able to stop the little prince's sweet dream. And by the butler's side,
It was a movable hospital bed, on which lay the unconscious Queen Tiffany, the love of His Majesty Varian's life.
The king sitting on the throne looked at his son and wife with a delicate look that he could not let go of. He stood up and reached out to take the little prince. At this moment, the young king's face was full of tenderness. He leaned down and hugged the prince.
He kissed her on the forehead, and then kissed the unconscious queen.
The next moment, the king gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, handed the prince to the loyal steward, and said to him:
"Vail, I must send my son and wife safely to Lordaeron...to King Terenas. He once raised me like a father. I believe that under the teachings of King Terenas
Next, my son will become a truly excellent king."
"But Your Majesty! Come with us. The people need your guidance, and Prince Anduin also needs his father to be by his side, instead of... dying in a meaningless battle here!"
The old housekeeper burst into tears, and the captain of the guard beside the king also whispered to King Varian to leave.
But the young king had made up his mind. He listened to the sounds in the night outside the fortress, which were the sounds of war. He took a deep breath, put the lion's war helmet on his head, and said in a deep voice:
"I have made up my mind, I want to live and die with this city... This is the king's mission and responsibility! Go, take away my last care, let me be full of courage, and face death without regrets.
"
The king turned around and looked at his throne. Behind him, the stewards and guards finally turned and left. Protecting the blood inheritance of the Wrynn family was the loyalty engraved in the bones of all servants who were loyal to the royal family.
But just a moment later, the sound of the hospital bed moving on the ground was heard again. The young king frowned, turned back and angrily said:
"I order you..."
Behind the king, Tyrion, who was holding the little prince in his arms and pushing the queen's hospital bed, looked at Varian with great interest, who was fighting to the death. Behind him, there were still ferocious bloody footprints.
From the entrance of Stormwind Keep, it extends to the King's Hall.
The loyal royal guards roared and rushed towards the sudden appearance of the Dark Blade King, but dark red death energy rose under their feet, like black and red lightning, strangled their necks, and lifted their suffocated bodies.
into the air, letting them struggle feebly in the face of death.
In the deathly silence of the King's Hall, the King of Dark Blade and King Wrynn looked at each other. He stroked the hair of the sleeping little prince in his arms and asked softly:
"Who do you want to order? My little king..."
Some brothers complained that there were many typos. Let me explain. In the past, when I saved the manuscript, I had time to read it at least twice and correct the typos before publishing. But now I don’t have to save the manuscript, so when time is tight, I
It will be difficult to take care of this aspect, after all, 1W2 every day... This is not an easy job. And, will there be additional updates in September? Yes! But I can’t confirm the specific time, because there is a limited exemption on the 7th, so
The time for additional updates should be a day after the limited exemption ends. If there are additional updates, it may be around chapter 10. Please understand, brothers, saving manuscripts is also a very painful thing. Long live your understanding.