The human Emperor Lothar, covered in blood, stood on the deck of the Kul Tiras fleet. He clung to the side of the ship and looked at the crying civilians on the dock. His eyes were full of pain.
"Come some more, save some more people! Please, save some more!"
Duhan, the Sheriff of Goldshire, almost knelt on the deck, praying to the Kul Tiran sailors who had pulled up the ladder. The person being prayed for, the old boatswain, was also almost crazy. He pointed behind him
The already crowded deck shouted to those who begged him:
"We can't load any more. The ship is already overloaded. If we load more people, we won't be able to sail out of this port at all!"
"But them, what are they going to do?"
Veteran Duhan looked desperately at the crowded and crying civilians on the dock. Some people who were defeated by fear even jumped into the cold water crazily and swam towards the ships slowly leaving the port, but there was no way. Every ship
Ships, every ship was packed with people. The moment Stormwind City's defenses were defeated, these ships should have set sail, but they were dragged until now.
Can't stay any longer!
The Death Crows have begun to hover over the docks. Those cunning scum may launch an attack on these ships full of people at any time. Once the masts are destroyed, these ships full of people can only become the most pathetic
target.
"Help us. Help us! Oh God! Help us, please!"
When the crowded people on the pier saw the ship leaving the port, their despair prompted them to move forward crazily. The civilians who had been squeezed to the edge roared feebly, but were pushed into the cold water one by one, and even some
Some children struggled feebly in the cold water.
The fear of death makes the darkness of human nature exposed at this moment.
And this scene also fell into Tyrion's eyes. He sat on his Death Raven, like a ruthless sculpture in the dim sky of Stormwind City, watching the disaster in the port spread more and more horribly.
.
"Dispel them!"
Tyrion said softly:
"Get those children out of the water, kill those scum who are causing trouble, and hang them on the dock."
"As you command, Your Majesty."
The arakkoa commander crow, who was suspended next to the god of death raven, took the order. The next moment, the death arakkoa hovering in the sky received the order. Amidst the horrified screams of the civilians, the dark arakkoa fell from the sky, but out of sight
Unexpectedly, they did not attack the chaotic civilians. Instead, they suspended above the water, used their claws to grab those who were about to drown, and threw them on the empty street behind the pier.
The death knights drove their horses and drove the undead infantry to rush into the crowd arrogantly. The undead infantry, who only knew how to passively accept orders, used the backs of bone knives to hit the irrational civilians hard, breaking the crowd.
The people who were together were separated, and those scum who did not hesitate to harm other people in order to survive were ruthlessly hacked to death.
The dripping blood and the sight of death forced the chaotic crowd to quiet down quickly.
Especially after realizing that these ferocious undead would not kill them immediately, many people chose to obey, but you can't blame them, they are just civilians, unarmed, they will feel fear when they see the lowest skeleton, how can you
Can they be allowed to fight against the Dark Blade Legion that defeated the Kingdom of Stormwind?
"Lotha!"
Tyrion's voice rang out in the dark night. The tired human emperor turned his head and saw the image of the Dark Blade King floating on the sea. Amidst the angry gazes, roars and abuses of the entire ship, the latter
Without changing his expression, he said to him in a tone of greeting between friends:
"Medivh tried to ask you to change the fate of this world. He gave you a sacred mission, but you see, I won the first round."
"Enjoy your victory, Tyrion."
Lothar no longer had the energy to argue with Tyrion, he just said in a deep voice:
"The Holy Arathor Empire will retake Stormwind City, just like we did before. Soon, our armies will come in full force and completely crush you and your evil legion!"
"Oh, is this a challenge?"
Tyrion snorted:
"Then I accept it, Lothar. I will wait for your army. Of course, if you are not fast enough, maybe the battlefield where we will fight will have to be in the Arathi Highlands."
"I came to see you not to tell you that everything is over, Lothar. What I want to tell you is that this is just the beginning."
"I will personally bury you and your empire in history. You scum that should have been eliminated long ago! You have no qualifications, no power, and no ability to rule the land under your feet. Your existence will only make this
The world is disgraced..."
"Keep this in mind, Lothar, the wheel of war between life and death has begun to roll. Before one side completely falls, this endless war will not end. You will face the judgment of the heroes in past history.
, you will face the questioning of your ancestors... I hope that by then, you can still speak so impassionedly."
The Dark Blade King seemed to be tired of the exchange. He waved his hand, and the image on the sea slowly disappeared.
"Haha, wars, those that have passed, those that have not yet begun, and those that are ongoing, have changed and ended this world. Now I call it... the new world."
At the moment when the dark figure of the Dark Blade King dissipated, the deepest darkness was also dispersed by the light wheel jumping out of the sea. A new day, a new dawn has arrived, and it once again shines warm sunshine on everyone.
A person's body is like yesterday, but after experiencing a hellish night, everything is different.
Low sobs sounded on the deck of this severely overloaded fleet. Some old people who had experienced the Second World War hugged their relatives and cuddled on the deck. They sang ancient songs.
It was a story about how the ancestors of Stormwind City had just arrived in this wild land, but now, in this situation, this song that should have been glorious has become so sad, on the rugged sea,
This lamentation of the Kingdom of Storms slowly dissipates in the air, like pouring out endless sorrow and despair into the sea.
However, the ocean, which has seen the birth and collapse of endless civilizations, is not interested in this...
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There is only one area left in the entire Stormwind Kingdom that is not threatened by the undead.
That was the Western Wilderness, which was in the midst of war before the Undead War broke out. This once fertile land had been completely disrupted by the smoke of war. Before the Battle of East Valley broke out, the Western Wilderness had lost part of its military strength. This was
This directly led to the weakening of the kingdom's military advantage that originally had an absolute advantage over the Defias Brotherhood.
The news of the failure of the East Valley Battle also greatly affected the morale of the soldiers. Especially after knowing that the undead had threatened Stormwind City, the soldiers here had no intention of fighting because their relatives and families were also put in danger.
Under the threat of the undead.
"Stormwind City has been breached!"
At dawn, a disastrous news reached the military camp in the Westfall, and the Sentinel Ridge outpost fell into complete chaos.
Some soldiers who were worried about their loved ones roared and wanted to counterattack back to Stormwind City, while others advocated staying in place to guard against the undead attack. Everyone was arguing, and even the management of the army became confused.
The people who manage the army in the Western Wilderness are General Maxwell of the Western Spring Fortress, and the Paladin Captain Grian Stroman who followed the Great Knight Fording back from the Northern Xinjiang. The latter was born in the Western Wilderness, but has been in the Northern Xinjiang in recent years.
Serving in the Knights of the Silver Hand of Xinjiang.
As for General Maxwell, he is a true veteran who fought against the orcs with Marshal Windsor, and is also one of the most senior veterans in the Stormwind Army. In the chaos of Sentinel Ridge, this middle-aged general
Without being disturbed, he ordered the soldiers to return to the military camp and prepare for battle, but he did not say who to fight against.
Don't get me wrong, General Maxwell is not an agent of the undead, but he knows very well that even though everyone in Stormwind City was attacked, the army in Westfall was not recalled. This in itself represents his old superior, Reginald Wynn.
Marshal Desol had a concern. Although he did not express it clearly, it was obvious that on the eve of the fall of Stormwind City, the old marshal quietly preserved the last remaining fighting force for his defeated kingdom.
This heavy responsibility makes General Maxwell feel difficult. He is not afraid of death, but facing the current situation, he is also at a loss. And most importantly, how the undead will treat them next is a question worth thinking about.
"General! Someone wants to see you!"
Paladin Captain Grian Stallman walked into the general's office and said with a strange expression:
"It's Edwin VanCleef... He is just outside Sentinel Hill, with his guards. He claims that he wants to talk to you about "the last hope of retaining the Kingdom of Stormwind."
"That bandit leader wants to come and persuade me to surrender?"
General Maxwell sneered. He was about to order Van Cleef to be captured alive, but he hesitated for a moment. Finally, he said to Paladin Stallman:
"Don't disturb other people, come with me and let's see what kind of medicine is sold in Van Cleef's gourd."
Ten minutes later, the disguised general and paladin captain appeared on the hill outside Sentinel Ridge. Opposite them were Van Cleef, who was wearing a smart black dress, and several leaders of the Defias Brotherhood.
It is these guys who have caused a lot of trouble for the troops stationed in the Western Wilderness in the past period of time.
They proved they were not a bunch of rabble.
"Did you invite me here to assassinate me? Van Cleef, just like you assassinated Major Send! Despicable bastard!"
General Maxwell cursed, but Van Cleef was not angry because of it. He said slowly:
"Major Sende ordered the expulsion of innocent farmers who had nothing to do with our war and attempted to occupy their farms. He was killed not because of the war, but because of the pleas of those victims... You have to understand, General, in
In this war, what you represent is not justice...but I am not here today to talk about this with you."
"Oh? Why is that?"
Maxwell snorted coldly: "Wouldn't offering our heads to your undead master allow you to gain a higher status after betraying the people and the country?"
"I don't need this! I don't need to use the heads of my compatriots to claim credit."
Van Riefoff said calmly:
"His Majesty Tyrion promised that after his undead destroyed the entire Kingdom of Stormwind, the Defias Brotherhood would manage this land... You know you want to use the filthiest words to curse me, but General! I
Just like you, I shed blood for this country on the Burning Plains. For the sake of my past comradeship, please listen patiently to what I have to say."
"Ha, then should I call you "Your Majesty Van Cleef"? You disgusting traitor! You bastard! Wild dog! Trash! Rat!"
The middle-aged general couldn't restrain his anger and waved his hands to curse, but the next moment, he was interrupted by Van Cleef's raised voice.
"I don't believe him! I don't believe those undead! That's why I need you!"
"What did you say?"
Captain Grian Stoan, who was standing behind the general, widened his eyes. The paladin looked at Van Cleef in front of him suspiciously, and asked:
"What on earth do you mean?"
Van Cleef looked around, closed his eyes and used his own abilities to sense the surroundings. After confirming that there were no hidden secret conversations, he waved his hand, and the fully armed leaders behind him obediently stepped aside and tightened their weapons.
He looked around cautiously.
Van Cleef himself walked towards the general and the paladin. The moment he approached, a glint flashed in the general's eyes. He grabbed Van Cleef, drew out his sword, and pressed it against Van Cleef's neck.
"I should kill you now and let the undead see what we think."
Unmoved by this threat, Van Cleef glanced at Maxwell and whispered:
"Then kill, kill me, and you will lose the only manager who is willing to give everything for this land and the terrified civilians, and my death will also declare that this kingdom's last lone army is the only one who can save itself.
Chance!"
"I told you, General, I trust my compatriots more than the undead, and I need you more than ever."