In the square of Darrow County, with the help of Alsace and his guards who descended from the sky, as well as the Wildhammer Griffin knights flying in the sky, another wave of attacks by the fragile walking corpses was repelled, and the exhausted
The soldiers cheered, calling the name of Alsace, the name of the savior.
Behind the square, there were several piles of blazing bonfires. The bodies of the fallen warriors were thrown into the fire one by one under the silent gaze of the soldiers. No one wanted the heroes to be desecrated by the undead after their death.
Although burning a corpse is cruel, it is the last form of preserving dignity.
In the town at this time, under the command of some experienced women, women and children were nervously packing the necessary materials for a long journey. There were originally thousands of civilians in this town. After they were captured by the undead at the Kaolin intersection,
, many more fugitives fled here, and after gathering, this was a huge team.
"If we don't go to Tire's hands, the Kaolin intersection has been captured. If we go there, we will only fall into a trap. We can only go northwest."
Arthas drank the boiled water and said to Captain Redpath and Silver Hand Paladin David:
"The section from Daron County to the Sordo River is the most critical. Barov's private soldiers should be waiting on the banks of the Sordo River. As long as we get there, we can follow the river all the way west to Kyle.
Daron Castle and Coldwind Camp, so as long as you get to the river, you will be completely safe."
"But Your Highness, most of the men here have not received formal training. They can fight against a small group of undead. Once they encounter a large group of undead, they will easily lose their will to fight due to fear."
Paladin Dawei said with some embarrassment:
"Can you ask Andorhal's army to come to meet you? We only need 300 knights or 500 trained infantry..."
"We have no soldiers at our disposal, Knight Davy."
Alsace said in a deep voice:
"All the soldiers in the entire kingdom who can still move have been sent out to gather the civilians. This disaster has come too suddenly. The country's top priority now is to ensure that the city does not fall. As long as the people are still there, we still have hope.
This is also the reason why I came here. After you all evacuate safely, the Kingdom Knights can let go and fight back against the undead that suddenly appeared."
"They can't defeat us!"
"Let the men guard the outside of the team, protect the women and children, and load up all the available carriages in the town. The gryphon knights of our dwarf friends will escort us in the sky. They will help us blast away the undead blocking the road. We want to
All you have to do is rush out as fast as possible...don’t fall behind, do you understand?”
The prince pointed his finger to the northwest and said in a deep voice:
"The end there is hope!"
"As you command, Your Highness!"
Veteran Redpath didn't say much. During World War II, Lordaeron encountered worse situations than now, but the country still survived. For those who have been on the battlefield, the cruel reality is
It's hard to make them feel hopeless anymore.
"Maven! Farric!"
The prince called his two loyal guard captains. The two powerful warriors took a step forward, waiting for the prince's order. Alsace looked at them. After a moment, he whispered:
"You have already seen the terrible situation. I don't need to say words of comfort. But this time, I am determined to help my people get out of this kind of suffering. They don't deserve this, even if I die here! I
I hope you can fight with me to the end, I need to take my guards, divide them into two teams, and guard them on both sides of the team!"
"This disaster makes me feel powerless, but this is not the reason for us to do nothing and watch the disaster continue. It will be a very difficult battle next, but I believe that is where our glory lies!"
Maween and Farric looked at each other. They both felt the determination in the prince's heart. Since they could not persuade them, they could only accompany their prince to fight to the end. They took a step back and said in unison:
"It's our pleasure!"
"Then let's go!"
Prince Alsace gave an order, and the huge migration team in Darrow County slowly moved forward. Thousands of people lined up in a long queue, with the prince's guards maintaining them at every step. At the front of the team, Alsace
With Captain Drapas and some brave townspeople holding weapons, they cleared away the undead walking aimlessly in front of them. At the rear of the team, there was the team that was cut off at the request of Knight David.
The men were holding various weapons. Outside the team, the women in the team were holding children and carrying backpacks. Some older people were sitting on carriages, looking after the younger ones, who were frightened.
of children.
No one spoke. In this crisis-ridden situation, no one was in the mood to talk. After leaving Dalong County, as the night slowly fell, invisible dangers were approaching little by little.
In the sky of Stratholme, a pair of invisible eyes were observing with interest the team that was slowly moving forward in the darkness. To be precise, he was looking at the leader of the team, who was riding on the battlefield.
Immediately, holding the warhammer, he looked around at Prince Alsace with vigilance.
This is not the first time the Lich King has seen this prince.
Not long ago, this prince was responsible for the burned plague grains and the destroyed plague cauldron in Stratholme City. Even the Dread Lords Balnazzar and Mal'Ganis devoted their energy to the incident.
The tempting Baron Rivendell also died in the hands of Arthas.
One day ago, in the Tirisfal region, the civilians of Sabchel were supposed to have become members of the natural disaster, but they were unexpectedly saved by Prince Arthas and those weird orcs.
And now, he appears again in the dangerous wilds of Stratholme, protecting thousands of civilians heading near the Soldo River.
This prince seems to have never rested at all in the past few days. His body is very tired, but his soul is very persistent. He is trying his best to save his people in his own way, but what makes the Lich King feel the most is
What is curious is his will. He is obviously at a loss in his heart, but he is not like others who lose the motivation to act because of their inner confusion.
When there was little hope, he still fought desperately, trying again and again to use his own strength to break through the darkness in front of him, although he always failed again and again.
But this kind of will itself is commendable, and more importantly, the Lich King saw a potential in this young prince.
"Only those with the strongest will are qualified to lift Frostmourne... Will you be a perfect sword wielder? Arthas Menethil, I am very curious... Your will,
Is it really indestructible?”
"Haha, let's take a look."
In the low voice of the Lich King, a faint sound began to sound in the surrounding darkness. Those malicious blue and dark red eyes, those awakened dead, came from the big tomb not far from here.
They rushed out, and the new master gave them a cruel order. The hungry hearts and desire for destruction of these dead people were about to be satisfied.
The servants of darkness approached the long team from all directions. They hid in the shadows on both sides, looking at the fresh flesh and blood, the delicious... meat, which made people salivate...
"Something's coming! A lot!"
Alsace's war hammer began to shine with the light of holy light, which meant that evil creatures were approaching. His Royal Highness's weapon was not ordinary. It was said that it was a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Menethil family, although it was not as good as the legendary weapon.
It is powerful, but its conduction of holy light energy is absolutely top-notch, and it is extremely strong, heavy, and full of lethality.
"Alert! Alert!"
Alsace's shout caused the soldiers and men to immediately aim their weapons at the outside of the team. The prince rode a war horse, holding a torch, and ran in the darkness. He looked at the dense undead emerging from the darkness outside. Alsace's
With his heart sinking, he decisively pulled out the Wildhammer signal gun from behind and pulled the trigger toward the sky.
"Whoosh"
A green firework pierced the darkness and shot up into the sky. This special signal flare could stay in the air for several minutes to provide coordinate guidance for the Wildhammer knights taking off from Eagle's Nest Mountain.
"Hold on! Don't panic...air support will be coming soon! Hold on, guys!"
Alsace shouted, his hoarse voice ringing in the night:
"I will fight here, with you, and I will not go anywhere! Protect your loved ones! Fight to the death and never retreat!"
"For the prince's will!"
The loyal guard Farik guarded the prince, and he shouted. This kind of will inspired the soldiers and men around him. After all, in a feudal kingdom, fighting with a real prince would definitely be regarded as a kind of
Glory, and a prince who is willing to fight to the death for the common people is certainly worthy of their following.
The undead will not be moved by Alsace's bravery. They, these cold monsters without self-awareness and soul, roar, and under the control of the inner voice, they rush towards the humans in front of them like puppets.
The team is going to tear them all into pieces.
"Holy water!"
When Arthas saw the first group of undead rushing over, he raised his left hand high. Behind him, the men clenched the bottles and cans in their hands. This was what they had done in the humble place before leaving Darrow County.
Poor quality holy water made in churches.
"cast!"
The prince waved his arm fiercely, and the bottles and jars were thrown out and hit the ground. The cold holy water splashed everywhere, but when these liquids fell on the undead, they were like the hottest fire oil.
In a short time, those weak undead souls will be set on fire.
Although Holy Light and Death are not absolutely opposing forces, they can be considered to restrain each other.
"Defensive formation!"
Alsace jumped off his horse, holding a war hammer, and stood in front of the soldiers and men. When a resurrected barbarian troll rushed towards him, he took a step forward, gritted his teeth, and the war hammer in his hand whistled from bottom to top,
Like a battering ram, it hit the giant monster's chest. The scorching holy light ignited the body of the undead beast in front of him, forcing it to take two steps back.
The prince moved forward again without fear. He swung the warhammer left and right, knocking over the skeletons and ghouls to the ground. Amidst the shouts of the people behind him, Arthas's body was filled with strength, and he chopped tirelessly.
Killing, this crazy hero inspired the men behind him, and they followed the prince. When the prince rushed there, they roared blindly and stabbed out the weapons in their hands with all their strength.
But courage cannot make up for the disparity in numbers. The men fought bravely, but no matter how much they killed, there were still fewer and fewer people around them, especially those companions who had just fallen stood up again under the erosion of dark power.
When they started attacking them, many people's will to fight collapsed.
"Don't retreat! Think of your families!"
Alsace did not retreat. The veins on his arms popped out, like a soldier on a bloody battlefield, like a rock in the water, blocking the place.
"Little Alsace! Hold on, we are coming!"
The roar of the Wildhammer dwarves rang out from the dark sky, followed closely by the alchemy bombs that continued to fall among the undead. Amidst the explosions of fire, the menacing undead were knocked off their backs by the bombs, and a group of gryphon knights
Following the human team forward, under Falstad's order, bombs were dropped continuously, blasting a gap filled with flames in the circle of undead surrounding the human race.
"Now! Redpath, take the people and go! Hurry!"
Alsace roared in the flames. Captain Redpath, who was also fighting fiercely, touched the blood on his face. He glanced at the soldiers and men fighting behind him. He gritted his teeth, jumped on his horse, and rushed towards the chaos.
of people.
"Dawei! Dawei, protect the carriage, everyone else, follow me!"
Redpath shouted with all his strength in the darkness. Amid the screams of women and children, the crowd began to run. Under the leadership of Redpath holding a torch, the crowd was protected by the Wildhammer Sky Knights.
Quickly passing through the war zone, the undead were chasing after them, but they were quickly held back by the desperate counterattack. Even the old people gripped their weapons and began to use their lives to buy time for the children.
Everything became tragic. In the sky, Wildhammer Lord Falstad looked at this scene. His eyes were a little red. The emotional dwarf grabbed the bomb at hand and threw it into the dark night.
.
"Protect these humans and throw out all the bombs!"
"Little Alsace, hold on! We'll be back soon!"
The crowd ran wildly in the darkness for more than ten minutes. Finally, when they were approaching the Sordo River, they saw the shining lights in front of them. Redpath jumped off his horse and shouted loudly while running:
"Go and save the prince! His Highness Alsace is still behind!"
This shout caused a commotion in the defense line in front. After a moment, a cavalry rushed out. The young knight at the head pulled the tired Redpath onto the horse. While running, he shouted:
"I am Lieutenant Thassarian of the Andorhal City Defense Force. I have been ordered to come to meet you. Tell me, soldier, where is the prince?"
"In the back, Prince...The Prince is cutting off the rear for us."
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"Hui Hui Hui"
The war horse neighed and dispersed the wandering undead. Lieutenant Thassarian chopped down two undead. He quickly jumped off the war horse and searched in the darkness. Finally, he followed the traces of the battle and found a place deep in the jungle.
Under a tree stump, he saw Prince Alsace kneeling on one knee, and beside him were several loyal and brave guards who were seriously injured.
He walked forward quickly and called the prince in a low voice, but received no response. This gave the lieutenant a bad feeling in his heart. He stretched out his hand and touched the prince's wrist. After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief.
.
"The prince is still alive, he is just...he is just too tired, he is resting, shush...don't disturb him, he needs to rest."
