In the secret room of the Duke of Stratholme's Mansion, Bolvar was sitting opposite MacDonald, looking restless. Especially when the screams came, he stood up and clenched his fists.
"I...did we do something wrong?" The honest man's face was filled with guilt.
At this time, a slightly older female voice came from the corner: "Your Excellency, Duke Fordragon, please rest assured that if the combat power on this long street is half of what Duke Stratholme claims, this will definitely not cause very bad consequences.
."
McDonald glanced at the elderly female thief with a mask and crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and raised her lips.
Partonia Shore - She single-handedly founded the secret intelligence organization [MI7] in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and was the grandmother of the later legendary master thief Mathias Shore.
McDonald drank the red wine in his hand: "You have my promise!"
Are you kidding me? The Four Silver Saints are in the Holy Light Church at the end of this street. The street is like a royal palace.
If this can all overturn, then... so and so deserves to be unlucky.
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Outside, Duke Andorhal's carriage was unlucky enough to be targeted by the rampaging orcs at the first opportunity.
The furious orc roared and ignored the sword thrust of the guard who jumped down from the carriage. He received a sword blow on his forehead and a huge 10cm gash was opened in his scalp.
He continued to bump into the carriage with a shoulder thrust.
The magic protective circle on the carriage automatically took effect at the same moment as it was hit, interweaving a light blue network of light, and finally avoided the tragic fate of being exploded in the first place.
The impact cannot be eliminated casually. At that moment, the carriage seemed to have encountered a terrible small earthquake, and it flipped to the left and fell to the ground, knocking the horses to the ground with it.
The fat pig inside, Duke Andorhal, was lifted up by the sudden impact with a "thud" and hit the Duchess beside him heavily. The two of them rolled to the original position of the left window, and then fell unconscious.
It's not that there were no noble guards to fight back, but this was the center of Lordaeron, and the guards were only equipped with a symbolic cross sword. For the sake of appearance, the sword blade was often very thin.
This meant that they would suffer big losses if they bumped into the iron bars of the prison cage held by the orcs.
"Ah!" One of the guards had his sword knocked off first, and then he was hit by an iron rod that was thrown at him. He groaned and was knocked flying to the gate of the Stratholme family's mansion. He didn't know whether he was alive or dead!
The troops on the long street were in chaos. Due to being caught off guard, the guards did not form an effective counterattack. After all, their most important task was to protect their lord. The carriage in the distance immediately hit the horse and sped away.
Turning around and hastily controlling the horse led to more accidents.
After the slave owner Ritter's group of guards failed to encircle and suppress them, the thirty orcs who escaped from the cage became lawless.
The orcs, who were red-eyed at killing, randomly twisted whatever they liked into their weapons and made them into weapons.
The branches of the prison cage, the stone benches on the roadside, and even the two-and-a-half-meter-high iron street lamps with oil lamps were all pulled up by them with terrifying brute force.
An unfortunate viscount was pulled out of an overturned carriage by orcs and torn alive on the spot.
That scene was quite restrictive.
Bolvar, who was sitting opposite McDonald, listened to the real-time voice broadcast by his men and felt more and more uncomfortable: "Sir, are you really okay?"
"It's okay." McDonald waved his hand nonchalantly: "On this long street, the total number of guards in all the mansions is at least 2,000, including 500 official knights. What's more, in the battle against the trolls, those who can tear apart with their hands can
The Four Holy Lights of the Trolls...the Priest is at the end of the street."
There were only thirty orcs who ran out this time. Could they still go to heaven?
No! I, McDonald, am the first one not to believe it!
McDonald was still too young, and he ignored one thing - the human heart.
The duty of a guard is to protect his master.
If the master is fine, that is the greatest success of the guard.
Especially when the situation is unclear, closing the door of his own mansion tightly and waking up all the guards and servants to prepare for battle is the limit of what the guards can do.
Where do so many people act bravely?
Just when all the guards on the long street were dead and a group of black turtles were about to be slaughtered by the orcs, the leading orc saw the most brilliantly lit palace.
The gorgeous purple and white tower, like the brilliant lights of a city that never sleeps, deeply stimulated the orc leader's nerves.
The blood of demons makes orcs become violent and full of destructive desires, which does not mean that they completely lose their minds.
Knowing that he had gone deep behind enemy lines and had little chance of returning alive, the leading orc made a decision with amazing intuition - he waved the machete he grabbed and aimed it at the palace door. A shocking voice rang through the night sky: "Lok
'Tar-Ogar! (Victory or Death)!"
"Lok'Tar-Ogar!"
Primitive and rugged, it carries with it a powerful spiritual inheritance forged with blood and life through the orcs' struggle on the barren land for thousands of years.
The roar of thirty people had the astonishing momentum of thousands of people.
The loud roar shook the entire street, the city of Lordaeron, and even... the entire kingdom!
Armed with a variety of weapons, they launched a death charge towards the palace.
If the royal guards are of good enough quality, they will definitely close the palace door as soon as possible.
The problem is that the city of Lordaeron has not been exposed to war for at least a thousand years.
Lordaeron, which was once enterprising, became solidified due to restrictions on territorial expansion.
In border areas where there are still trolls or monsters, the quality of the army is not bad, but in other areas the Lordaeron army is quite weak.
Most of the royal guards are served by nobles. Except for the royal guards who protect Terenas and Alsace, who are really capable of fighting, the rest are all embroidered pillows.
Just be handsome and that's it.
It is a very common practice for the eldest son to inherit the title and family business, and for the younger sons to find lucrative positions among the royal bodyguards or the imperial guards.
When these young soldiers faced the violent orcs, they looked at each other as if they were stupid.
He was taller and half the height of a human being, with strange green skin like a demon from hell, and round and protruding eyes like a pair of rolling red lava balls.
With a savage aura of hunting all things, it gazed fervently at the frightening wastes in front of it with cruel eyes.
There is no mercy, the sword is raised and dropped.
These young soldiers were not as good as the guards on the street and the bodyguards in the arena, and were easily killed and dispersed.
After the three guards who were watching the gate were killed, these losers abandoned their duties and even forgot to close the gate. They allowed the overturned carriage because the horse was hacked to death to push against the gate and creak in the wind.
moan.
Thirty orcs, covered in blood, marched majestically into the palace and towards the dance hall, which was still empty of people.
"Ahhhhh——"
"monster!"
"There's a monster——"
"Guard! Where is the guard?"
Here, McDonald was completely dumbfounded: No way! Are the guards of the Wang family so virtuous? Even the young master, I can beat ten of them!
McDonald, who realized that he was playing a big game, bit the bullet, put on just a thorium breastplate, and rushed out to the front garden of the Duke's Palace with Bolvar, looking at the nervous and clueless Serier.
Ke just gathered dozens of people.
McDonald's acting skills exploded. With a slightly trembling voice, he raised the sword in his hand and shouted: "Follow me! Kill all the greenskins! Protect His Majesty——"
Serijek felt a surge of blood rush to the heavenly consciousness, and he shouted selflessly: "King Qin! Protect Your Majesty——"
