4. Lordaeron. The first meeting---for his strong father and brother [7/10]
The siege of Lordaeron has lasted for a full day!
The orcs used crude siege equipment to wildly fire stone bullets at the solid city walls of Lordaeron, but they were unable to destroy the solid walls of Lordaeron. Their army was bombarded by the cannons erected by humans on the city walls.
In just one morning of massacre, the orcs lost more than 3,000 people!
This shows the madness of this siege battle, and in the afternoon, when Warchief Orgrim returned with the orc defenders from the Alterac Mountains, human morale suffered a devastating blow!
Because Orgrim not only brought reinforcements, he also brought back things that the orcs were in short supply!
Siege artillery!
The cowards of Alterac not only handed over the lifeline of Lordaeron to the orcs, but also bought the artillery from the dwarven city of Ironforge at a high price and originally used for position defense. When the orcs roughly manipulated the artillery
, the moment a cannon destroyed the masonry of the city wall, the demoralized orcs went crazy again.
Under almost no expense of artillery bombardment, thousands of orc warriors set up ladders and climbed the city walls of Lordaeron for the first time.
"Ouch! Humanity! Death!"
The Fire Blade Sword Masters jumped onto the city wall, brandishing the swords in their hands. The eyes of these orc martial arts masters were red. They frantically slaughtered the attacking human soldiers, and behind them, the orc warriors rushed in one after another.
Go up the city wall.
"Drive them off!"
The human marshal Gasseris roared angrily, rushed up with a heavy sword, and chopped down the orc warrior in front of him with one sword. He was wearing a golden armor and had a resolute look on his face. Although he was not a paladin, his force was definitely not inferior to these.
The Orc Sword Master, under the leadership of this brave and fearless commander, the human defenders were incredibly brave.
They used their lives to drive away the orcs who had climbed onto the city wall.
But it was too late. Nearly a quarter of the important artillery was destroyed by the orcs, which made the next battle more difficult and anxious.
Two hours later, the orcs stopped their crazy offensive, and under the originally glorious city wall, there were already piles of human and orc corpses. The disgusting smell of blood was floating in the air of Lordaeron, no matter what.
Both humans and orcs can feel that the anger of this battlefield is devouring every life that enters it.
But even so, they can't take a step back!
"Hua Hua Hua"
In the collision of armors, Marshal Gatheris, who was covered in blood, quickly walked into the king's palace. Although the royal attendants were calm, there was still worry and panic on their faces. Only the old man sitting on the throne
The king showed no fear, he wore ceremonial armor, and his captain of the guard held a sword for the king.
It seemed that the king, who was already in his 50s, did not lie. He would not hesitate to join the battlefield when necessary.
Although it won't do much... He's old, he's not the warrior he once was.
"His Majesty!"
Marshal Gatheris half knelt on the ground and winked at the old king. The latter waved and the guards in the hall left the palace one after another. When only the marshal, the king and the loyal captain of the guard were left,
Only then did the fatigue appear on Gatheris's face.
"Your Majesty, the orcs have brought artillery and enough ammunition. We can still hold on, but with this kind of casualties, we may not be able to hold on for a few more days."
"I just received a letter from the mages."
The old king rubbed his forehead. He stretched out his hand to straighten his crown. For an old man, the crown was a bit heavy. He whispered:
"Master Antonidas is leading the six-man council to resist the orcs. They are also fighting very hard, and Lothar is directing the frontline troops to return reinforcements as much as possible. We need to support it for at least 2 days! Can we do it? Gatheris!"
"I can't guarantee the time! Your Majesty!"
Marshal Gathris said solemnly: "But I can guarantee that before I fall, no orc will be able to enter Lordaeron! I will defend my country and my king with my life!"
"Yea, very good!"
The old king nodded, but the worry in his blue eyes could not be concealed. After a moment of silence, the old king suddenly said:
"Gatheris, you are my most trusted marshal. Now I am hesitating whether to send Kalia and Arthas out of the city..."
This sentence made the marshal jump in his heart. This was actually the purpose of his coming to see the king. He could not guarantee that Lordaeron would survive the violent attack of the orcs, but as a marshal, he must consider his country.
Under such circumstances, it is obviously a very wise decision to send the heir to the throne out of danger.
So after a few seconds, Gatheris nodded:
"If you feel it is necessary, Your Majesty, I can send the most elite knights at any time to escort Her Royal Highness the Princess and Her Royal Highness the Prince, as well as Prince Varian of the Kingdom of Stormwind, to send them away together to Gilneas or the safer city of Kur.
Tiras, I believe that His Majesty Greymane and His Majesty Daelin will do everything they can to protect them."
"Kul Tiras is a good choice."
King Terenas hesitated for a moment and then said:
"But Kael'thas, the prince of Quel'Thalas, also sent his attendants here. He declared that he and his father would do their best to protect my children. The war in Quel'Thalas is over.
, and they successfully defeated the defeat, there will be less danger for the children to stay there."
"Elf?"
A trace of disgust flashed in Marshal Gatheris's eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "With all due respect, Your Majesty, elves are not trustworthy! They are not human beings, they lack compassion!"
"That's what worries me too."
The old king nodded, and after thinking for a few minutes, he took a deep breath:
"Then let's do this, send my children to Kul Tiras! Muradin, the dwarf prince who serves as the special envoy in Lordaeron. Bronzebeard promised me that he will personally protect my children, as well as Silver.
Saidan Dathrohan, the Grand Knight of the Knights of the Hand, and Ms. Modera, the Archmage of Dalaran, have already set up a teleportation circle at the Kirin Tor camp in Lake Lordamre, which will be the journey for the children.
At the end, as for the rest of the entourage, it’s up to you to choose, Gatheris!”
The old king looked at the marshal in front of him and said in a deep voice:
"We may not be able to survive this cruel fate, but we must preserve the royal heritage of Lordaeron and Stormwind City! The orcs cannot destroy our will. As long as the children are still there, we still have hope!"
"Yes! Your Majesty!"
The Grand Marshal stood up and patted his chest with his fist: "I will let the bravest knights protect the princess and prince, and I will live and die with you and Lordaeron!"
20 minutes later, an extremely elite team rushed out of the sewer mouth of the capital of Lordaeron. Although it was called a sewer, in fact, it was a secret passage left for dangerous situations when Lordaeron was built.
, it leads directly to the foot of a rock in a woodland southwest of Tirisfal, and is very secretive.
Saidan Dathrohan, a paladin wearing silver armor, held a war hammer and led the paladin to scout the forest. After confirming that there was no danger, the subsequent members entered the forest.
"We must get to Lake Lordamre as quickly as possible!"
Dwarf Prince Muradin is riding on his war sheep. He is the younger brother of Ironforge Dwarf King Magni and Bronzebeard. He also inherited the purest Bronzebeard bloodline. He wears strong and heavy armor and looks like
It's a small mobile steel fortress, and it has a beautiful, braided orange-red beard.
He is the swordsmanship instructor of Prince Arthas Menethil of Lordaeron and Prince Varian Wrynn of Stormwind City. He is a powerful warrior.
The dwarf said to the great knight:
"The orcs are all attracted to the city wall. We rush out all the way and kill the orcs we encounter! It only takes 20 minutes to get there!"
"Then it's up to you to protect the prince and princess, dwarf!"
Dathrohan waved the war hammer in his hand: "I'll help you clear the way!"
"Walk!"
The Paladin gave an order, and a convoy of up to 30 people escorted a simple carriage and headed towards Lake Lordamre. They were very lucky, and they did not encounter any orc patrols all the way out.
Seeing that Lake Lordamre was getting closer and closer, everyone felt relieved.
And just then...
"Da da da"
The heavy ringing of horse bells rang in the surrounding darkness. The Paladin's expression changed drastically, and he shouted loudly:
"Be careful! The Death Knight is coming!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of shadow spells hit the knights of the escort team. The two knights were knocked away on the spot. When they fell to the ground, their whole bodies were covered with vicious curses. Dathrohan waved his hand, bright
The holy light shone on the knights, eliminating the curse of the shadows. At this moment, more than 20 death knights rushed towards the escort.
And the leader is the opponent that the escort team least wants to see... Talon Blood Demon!
"Hehehe, look what I caught! An army of rats!"
The blood demon's dark red eyes looked repeatedly at the heavily protected carriage. Finally, he waved his finger outward:
"Whatever's in there...I'm going to...destroy it!"
"Buzz"
Dark green magic burst out from the death knight's fingertips, and a group of green meteorites fell from the sky, hitting the carriage on the ground at extremely high speeds. The heroic knights roared and fought with the death knight, while Dathrohan himself waved
Holding the war hammer, wrapped in the holy light, he fought with Talon Blood Demon.
"boom"
The green meteorite finally hit the carriage, but when the Hellfire Giant stood up, the fragments of the ignited carriage were empty. This made the Blood Demon feel that he was being mocked, and he roared:
"Kill them! Go after them! That must be an important figure in the alliance! Send the signal!"
"Buzz"
A bright red magic firework exploded from the death knight's finger, and the red mark danced in the air, representing the discovery of an important target. For a moment, the patrolling orcs and wolf cavalry rushed over in this direction.
"Don't be afraid! Children, don't be afraid!"
The dwarf prince drove his war sheep crazily. Behind him were the princess and two young princes crowded on a horse. There was undisguised panic in the eyes of the three helpless young people.
Muradin shouted in a deep voice:
"No matter what you encounter! Don't be afraid, Arthas! Varian! Don't forget the swordsmanship that old Muradin taught you. Don't be afraid of them! Don't fall behind!"
"I...we are not afraid!"
The 16-year-old Varian Wrynn clenched the sword in his hand, his voice trembling a little, and he hugged the trembling 10-year-old Prince of Lordaeron Arthas Mi.
Nihil, he said loudly:
"I will protect Arthas and Kallia!"
"Very good, full of courage! That's it!"
The old dwarf encouraged the young children with a gentle voice, asking them to try their best to get rid of their fear. Lake Lordamere was already in front of them, and the shining water waves in the dark night filled the four people's eyes with hope.
"Da da da"
The disgusting horse bell rang again. Muradin looked back and saw the dwarf's expression changed drastically. Behind him, three death knights quietly caught up.
The death knight's horses are dead objects, and there is no concept of fatigue. In this kind of pursuit, they have an absolute advantage.
The old dwarf glanced at the prince and princess behind him. He gritted his teeth, pulled the reins, and made the war sheep quickly turn in a direction. The dwarf held the battle ax in his left hand and the war hammer in his right hand. With a roar, he turned toward the goat behind him.
Three death knights rushed over.
"Run! Varian! Run! Run towards the camp! You know the location, remember! Don't be afraid! You are a born warrior!"
"I know!"
The young prince watched his mentor pounce on the gloomy knight behind him. He did not dare to stay. He felt the trembling of Alsace in his arms and the prayers of Princess Kalia behind him. Varian gritted his teeth and said,
The whip in his hand was thrown hard at the war horse, and he rushed towards the camp about 2 kilometers ahead.
Behind him, the extremely brave dwarf entangled three death knights. With his fighting power, it only took less than 5 minutes to resolve the battle, but the orc scouts were already rushing in this direction, and there was no time.
"Oh no!"
When Varian rushed out 500 meters, a group of roaring wolf cavalry appeared in front of them. Seven strong orcs and the same number of fierce wolves were no match for a 16-year-old boy.
"Human cub! Kill you!"
Seeing the orc scout raising the throwing ax in his hand, Varian looked around, pulled the reins of the horse, and forced the horse to rush towards the sparkling Lake Lordamre.
"Hold on to me! Arthas! Kalia, hold on to me! Don't let go!"
"Wow"
Amidst the blood splashing from the war horse struck by the flying axe, the three noble children fell into the icy lake with panicked screams. The orcs were unwilling to give up, so they drove the war wolf towards the lake.
He planned to use the throwing ax in his hand to completely strangle these three children in the lake.
"Well..."
Varian was holding Kallia and holding Alsace in his hand. The young prince was struggling to float in the cold lake water. His eyes were desperate. He looked at everything around him and shouted desperately:
"Whoever it is! Please, whoever it is! Help us!"
Does this world really have a destiny?
Maybe there is, because it is particularly cruel to the existences it pays attention to, but it also takes it very seriously. Therefore, the next moment, little Varian's wish was fulfilled.
A huge, silent black shadow fell from the sky, hitting the ground by the lake like a stone. Amidst the weird roar, the orc scouts turned around and saw a man carrying a heavy sword, but carrying a heavy sword.
The figure with two swords jumped down from the ferocious zombie dragon with a pair of blood-red eyes.
His whole body was wrapped in extreme cold and frost, and he walked quickly towards them.
