"Reinforcements from Kalimdor have arrived. The entire army is retreating! Prepare to move! Hurry!"
Emperor Lothar's heralds conveyed the emperor's orders everywhere on the battlefield under the night. Since the Dark Blade Legion sent part of its force to Daelin's remaining fleet to resist the reinforcements of Kalimdor, the frontal battlefield also appeared.
This was the last chance for the exhausted human soldiers.
On the north coast near Whispering Port, on the battlefield at another human transfer point, the battle here was as cruel as the frontal battlefield. The person leading the war here was another great knight, Tirion Fordring. Before the war started,
Arthas Menethil was sent here.
The reason why the new king of Lordaeron stayed on the north coast was simple. The civilians evacuated from the city of Lordaeron were all here. In the midst of his extreme grief, he no longer wanted to lose anything.
After the emperor's messengers arrived here, Fording, the commander of the north coast battlefield, not only learned the reason for the retreat, but also learned about the situation on the frontal battlefield.
"The King of Dark Blade appeared on the battlefield, and Emperor Lothar was held back by him!"
The great knight, who was covered in blood, raised his warhammer and shouted to the King of Lordaeron behind him:
"Your Majesty Alsace! Please lead your people to stay here. Reinforcements will come soon to help you evacuate...Kurtaz, follow me, we are going to the frontal battlefield, Silver Hand and Terry
Ang has some accounts to settle!"
After saying that, the great knight rushed out of the fortress with the angry dwarf paladin lord and the last paladin who had fighting ability and was not tired. Arthas watched them slashing all the way among the undead.
In his attitude, he looked like he was following Fording to settle accounts with Tyrion, but he couldn't.
Behind him, there are tens of thousands of his people, and he cannot abandon them at this time.
"Thassarian, take the guards who can still fight and help the great knight!"
As soon as the new king gave the order, the young lieutenant nodded immediately and led a group of guards to rush to the front battlefield following the footsteps of the great knight. And less than 5 minutes after they left, the captain of the guard who stayed by the king's side
Farric discovered the strangeness of the battlefield on the north coast, and he shouted loudly:
"Your Majesty, look over there, the undead are retreating!"
This shout made Alsace, who was resting tiredly on the city wall, immediately raise his head. Under the dark night before his eyes, the undead that originally surrounded the north coast were indeed slowly retreating, but they were not retreating completely, because there was a
A strange legion, while the other undead are retreating, they are advancing.
The costumes of the death knights riding on skeleton horses are different from other undead. Compared with the orthodox death knights, these guys are more like the guards of the human kingdom. The guards are guarded by a man wearing gold.
Undead knight in armor.
"The new king Arthas...I come to say goodbye to you."
The golden-armored undead shouted in a hoarse and hollow voice:
"Come on, come out and face me."
This voice did not sound like anyone Alsace had ever heard. According to the situation at this time, he did not need to venture out of the fortress, but deep in his heart, his instinct was frantically urging him to step out of the fortress, as if
, this is an extremely important moment.
Finally, the new king, accompanied by the loyal captain of the guard, stood at the highest point of the fortress wall. He looked at the figure riding on the back of the skeleton horse covered with golden armor. He frowned and shouted loudly:
"Who are you?"
"Haha, I have a name that you must be familiar with..."
The golden-armored undead stretched out his hand and slowly took off his helmet dotted with red feathers. The moment his thin face appeared, Alsace's fingers on the edge of the city wall tightened suddenly, and the strong
The stones were completely crushed at this moment by the huge force bursting out from the young king's fingers.
While he was looking at the undead, the undead was also looking at him. Under the gaze of those dark blue eyes, Arthas could not even say a word. Behind him, the loyal captain of the guard Farric
He and Maven also looked at each other in shock. The two of them clenched their weapons, but they didn't know whether to pull them out.
"My name is... Terenas Menethil, I am one of the kings who should be forgotten..."
Death Lord Terenas waved his hand, and the royal guards who were guarding him, who were as loyal in life as in death, slowly backed away. Terenas turned over and dismounted, reached out and took the handwritten letter engraved with runes from the guard.
With the golden sword, he raised his head, looked at the new king on the city wall, and waved to him just like before:
"Come on, the new king of Lordaeron, this is an internal matter of the Menethil family... Let us solve it in the way of family inheritance."
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"The frontal battlefield is right ahead, Kurtaz, can you still hold on?"
The great knight Fording, who was riding on his war horse, looked back at the dwarf paladin lord following behind him. Kurtaz grabbed his messy beard and said in a low voice:
"Of course, Fording, don't underestimate me. I was baptized in the same group as you. I am still a powerful dwarf. I am not weaker than you."
"That's good!"
Fording turned his head, took a deep breath, and planned to rush all the way into the frontal battlefield, but just as they crossed the mountains between the two coasts, on the road leading to the battlefield in front of them, a dead army, fully equipped
The armed legion happened to be blocking them in front of them.
"Hui Hui Hui"
As the horses neighed, this team of fast-running Paladins had to stop because there were too many enemies in front of them.
"Bang"
The heavy war hammer and battle ax collided together, and a short but stocky figure walked out from the guards of the death knights. He was riding on the back of a specially summoned death war sheep, which was covered with strong armor.
, On that armor, the history of the dwarves is engraved, which are miniature murals and legendary epics about the King of the Mountain.
This is obviously the work of the top forging master.
The moment he saw the low figure on the war sheep, the dwarf paladin Lord Kurtaz exclaimed:
"Forging hammer... Magni!"
"Bang"
There was another clash of warhammers and battleaxes, and this time Fording could clearly see the sparks and lightning produced by the collision between the two weapons. In front of his eyes, the king of the Bronzebeard Dwarves was wearing a black armor forged by himself.
, he also wore ferocious shoulder armor decorated with ram heads on his shoulders. He did not wear a helmet, but his golden hair had completely turned into dark gold, as had his beard.
"This is a battle between dwarves... humans, get out!"
Magni was not in the mood to talk too much to the living people in front of him. On the one hand, it was because a dead person like him instinctively hated dealing with the living again. On the other hand, he had to fulfill the order given to him by Tyrion so that the Dark Blade could
The king fulfills his own promise.
Magni knew very well that whether or not that promise could be fulfilled was extremely important to the surviving creatures in Northern Xinjiang, but for any important and sacred mission, there must be sacrifices.
"Fording, take the knights and leave! Go and support Lothar."
Kurtaz took off his war hammer from behind and shouted loudly without looking back:
"Dwarves, compatriots, it's time to prove your courage... You all know Magni. He suffered a terrible fate. It's time to free him..."
"Charge! For Khaz Modan!"
The old dwarf Kurtaz roared, and the war sheep on his crotch did not make a sound. He lowered his head and bumped into Magni on the opposite side. The latter also grabbed the weapon and controlled the war sheep with a violent momentum unique to the dwarves.
They dodge and collide with Kurtaz. Behind them, there are dwarves rushing out of both sides' positions. One side is noisy, the other side is dead silent.
But in terms of quantity, the death dwarves commanded by Magni are much more numerous than the dwarf paladins of Kurtaz.
"哐"
The two-handed warhammer shining with the holy light and the one-handed weapon wrapped in the energy of death collided with each other, creating waves of energy. Kurtaz's heroic voice reached the ears of Fording and the remaining paladins who clenched the weapon.
Rings:
"Go help Lothar!"
"This is my destiny...let me face it alone!"
"Don't underestimate me...Old Fording!"
"Bang"
The scorching and dazzling holy light exploded on Kurtaz's short body. He roared like a crazy fighter, grabbed the warhammer and jumped up from the war sheep, knocking Magni across from him.
The war sheep jumped down, and the two dwarfs struggled with each other. Although it looked funny, the aftermath of the energy that erupted from the battlefield between the two made people unable to laugh at all.
"Let's...let's go!"
Fording gritted his teeth. He took one last look back at the battlefield of light and shadow behind him. He led the remaining paladins past the defense line of the dwarf death knights and continued to rush towards the frontal battlefield. Lieutenant Thassarian, who was following behind,
When leaving the battlefield, he looked back at Kurtaz, who was fighting with Magni. Finally, this passionate young man shouted loudly:
"Don't die! Old dwarf, after the battle...I'll treat you to a drink!"
After the last paladin left, Kurtas swung his war hammer, and with a roar, he knocked back the Death Lord Magni dozens of steps. Panting, he held the war hammer and took off a small drink from his waist.
He drank the wine bottle in one gulp, then threw the wine bottle aside. He wiped his beard and showed a ferocious smile towards the Death Lord in front of him.
"Did you hear that? Magni, someone wants to buy me a drink..."
"Wow"
The figure of the dwarf paladin lord was wrapped in the extremely rich holy light at this moment. He jumped up from the ground like a cannonball and slammed into the Bronzebeard King in front of him.
"So, this battle... I can't lose!!!"
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"They should have started fighting."
In the battle between the living and the undead, both sides were on the verge of losing their minds. However, in another place in northern Xinjiang, it was still the scene of a king meeting a king, but it seemed unusually calm, even with a touch of warmth.
Moira Bronzebeard, the princess of the Bronzebeard dwarves, handed the little baby in her arms to the somewhat embarrassed Black Iron Dwarf in front of her. This princess always led the Bronzebeard survivors forward with her perseverance and spirit.
, that face was full of happiness at this time.
Beside her, Daglan Thaurissan, who had taken off his armor and put on a robe, clumsily took over the sleeping baby. He tried hard to take back all the death energy in his body, and with a somewhat stiff hand, gently
Holding his son in his arms, he shook his body slightly on the spot.
Although he is already dead, thanks to the "free spirit" of Dark Blade, even the Dark Iron Emperor who refused to obey Tyrion's orders still has a mansion of his own in Shadowforge City.
, and there are some guards who are loyal to House Thaurissan. He is completely a free man, but the Dark Iron Emperor has done little except getting drunk with blood wine, scolding Tyrion and greeting the women of his ancestors.
Any transgressive move.
House Thaurissan has nothing left, so Dagran will do whatever it takes to protect what he still has, even willing to kneel before the throne of his enemies.
"How cute. Look at his eyes. They look so much like you."
Emperor Thaurissan seemed to see the most beautiful treasure he had ever dug in his life. He whispered in a hoarse voice:
"Look at this wrist, it looks like me."
He hugged his son tightly, then raised his head and looked at his long-awaited wife. Moira was also looking at him. The two did not speak, but at this moment, the gap between the living and the dead was
It has been completely wiped out, although the deceased no longer has any tears.
"Daglan, come with me... We are going to Northrend to start a new life. You also said that as long as you don't betray anything, Tyrion will not..."
"No, no! My dear, I'm sorry, I can no longer accompany you for the rest of the journey."
Thaurissan reluctantly handed his blood to his wife. He used his cold lips to leave a kiss of death on Moira's forehead, and then took a step back, in the most secret place in the Hinterlands.
In the jungle, the Black Iron Death Lord, the last member of the Forgotten Kings, carefully took out two small bottles, one red and one green, from the leather bag in his arms, and handed over the warm and peaceful potion.
Got Moira.
"I used it in exchange for my freedom after death... From now on, I will become Tyrion's lackey..."
"But it's worth it. Your son and I have inherited the sacred blood of Bronzebeard and Black Iron. He will become the next King of the Mountain after all! I used everything I have to buy a future for our children."
"With the blood of the Dragon King and the juice of life, my son will eventually become the king of all dwarves!"
"This little guy will honor his father, honor his mother, honor his blood and mission... Let's go, Moira, take the child away from this land that will soon be ruled by the dead... Don't worry about me
, my wife, my true love, Daglan Thaurissan’s heart is cold, it has been burned out for you.”
