He was almost half-dragged, half-dragged by Turalyon, and brought down Thoradin's Wall.
At the critical moment, Uther rushed over and said, "Commander! You go first! The Silver Hand will resist the Horde here!"
Behind him are Saidan Dathrohan, Tirion Fordring, and Gavin Radd Doom. There are two and three generations of Paladins, a hundred knights, standing at the city gate like statues. Only the Paladins are active.
The eyeballs and the horses' snoring from time to time tell others that they are living creatures.
Compared with this squadron of knights who are determined to die and whose will is forged with iron and blood, it is a chaotic background.
There were human soldiers struggling in the flames everywhere. They either screamed and howled, or were choked by the thick smoke and couldn't breathe. They clawed their throats hard, or they turned into motionless charcoal after just a few twitches, exuding a terrible smell.
The burnt smell.
The debris placed randomly by the amateur lords when they set up camp, after being ignited by the fireball, all became the life-killing scythes of the Infernal Messengers.
"Is this the end of mankind?" Lothar suddenly smiled bitterly.
He knelt down to his grandfather and begged his grandma. The two hundred thousand troops he had spent so much effort to find were actually so vulnerable in front of the giant dragon.
The feeling of frustration at being hit by dimensionality reduction filled his heart instantly.
Second time!
Lost Stormwind last time.
This time it’s the turn of Stromgarde and Thoradin’s Wall, could it be Lordaeron next time?
No matter how strong-willed Lothar was, he would inevitably feel depressed for a while. Turalyon, who was next to him, was about to persuade Lothar when he suddenly noticed that Lothar had raised his head, his eyes flashing with fire no less intense.
The flame called [Perseverance].
"Find a way to deliver the order! Let the First Legion come over! Even if they are all burned to death here, the city gate must be blocked." Lothar roared almost with tears in his eyes.
The First Legion was formed by the expansion of the original Stormwind Guards, and even the new recruits were former Stormwind City Guards. It can be said that, except for the part that was borrowed by McDonald to serve as instructors, all the remaining elites of the Stormwind Kingdom were
Here it is.
Lothar actually wants to use them to cut off the queen!?
Everyone realized what a cruel decision Lothar made at this moment.
This is a sacrifice!
It was Lothar who was personally responsible for this defeat!
Suddenly, there was a violent banging sound on the door behind him.
"Dong-dong-dong-"
Everyone realized that this was the sound of orcs hitting the door with siege weapons!
"Damn greenskins!" Saidan spat.
Although Thoradin's Wall was all covered with fire, in fact, the entire defense line, the only city gate, was not affected by the fire at all. Of course, burning debris fell from time to time in the direction of the city gate, and most of them were not affected by the fire.
will be too small.
The other party just came!
He smashed the door in a grand manner, but there were not many people around Lothar who could resist.
Originally, there was a large opening above the city gate in the city gate cave, which allowed the defenders to smash rocks and other defensive props. Unfortunately, no one could interfere with it anymore.
The tribe was able to break down doors to their heart's content.
"Commander Lothar! You leave first! You still have to command the main force of Lordaeron!" Uther shouted loudly.
Turalyon also advised: "Yes! The main force of mankind is still there!"
Due to the long distance and inconvenient transportation,
Almost every muscle on Lothar's cheeks was twitching, and she looked extremely sad and angry but unable to cry. Just seeing it made her feel uncomfortable.
At this moment, a paladin came back on horseback.
"What happened?" Lothar asked. This person was the Paladin who had just reported the news.
"No! I can't get through! The fire is too great! The war horse refuses to move no matter what!" the paladin cried sadly.
People inside can't get out, and people outside can't get in.
With this fire, even if the First Legion wanted to come over, there would be nothing they could do.
It’s over! It’s all over!
Once the orcs break through the city gate, there will be a great chase across the mountains and plains, chasing them north and south. Before running through the Hillsbrad Hills, which is more than 200 kilometers from east to west, there is no place that can serve as a fulcrum to hold the orcs back.
The main force is chasing them. Except for Dalaran City, the small castles on the way are at best a place of survival.
Just when everyone was in despair, they suddenly heard a strange "bah, bah, bah" sound coming from the west.
"This is..." Lothar was surprised.
Uther was more sensitive: "Wait, didn't you notice? It seems that the roar of the flying dragon can no longer be heard?"
Not only that, the fire in the west seemed to be much smaller.
This is not an eye-opening incident where a sudden heavy rain or snowstorm extinguishes the fire.
Is this...someone putting out the fire!?
Gradually, through the vision distorted by the high temperature in the west, it seemed that someone was slowly advancing, and the sound of shouting was vaguely heard.
"One, two, three... push!"
"Boom!"
Close!
Closer!
From the halo of light lingering around his body, it can be seen that he must be a mage.
"Dalaran?" Turalyon was a little dazed.
The speed at which the opponent put out the fire was simply frightening.
I saw a [Blizzard] obviously cast by Master Fa, and ice cubes as big as fists rained down from the sky, clattering onto the fire ground, and the fire suddenly dropped.
These magic masters are obviously not very strong. After a few [Blizzards], they will immediately knock magic gems to replenish their mana on the spot.
The advantage is... there are so many magic gems that it seems like they cost nothing!
Then several water trucks, obviously pulled by war horses, came over, and many people were working hard on the hydraulic pumps to shoot the water out of the buckets in the form of water guns.
As soon as the fire was small, a group of masked men rushed over and used a two-meter-long large fork to knock down the burned wooden fence to clear the way for the army behind.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of neat footsteps has a frightening power in itself.
Looking at the flag fluttering in the wind, and then at the long-eared elf archers mixed in among the infantry, Lothar was stunned for a long time.
"In the name of Duke Macdonken Stratholme, the Rivendell Legion is hereby on standby!" Oryx Rivendell became the most handsome cub in the room at this moment!
Lothar could hardly suppress the ecstasy in his heart. His lips trembled: "Brigadier General Rivendell, I order your legion to cut off the rear and buy time for the army to evacuate. Five... no! Three hours is enough!"
Rivendell raised a finger.
Lothar felt a little embarrassed and gritted her teeth: "One hour? That's fine too."
Even if the time is one more hour, the soldier's chance of survival will be much higher.
Rivendell didn't know who he had been with for a long time, and he was a little bit bad at it: "No! We only stay for one day, no more."
Lothar was stunned for a moment, then smiled, walked over, and lightly punched Rivendell's chest: "Don't die!"
"No!"
Watching Lothar's retreating figure, Uther, Dathrohan, Turalyon, and Fordring came over and stood silently side by side with Rivendell.
At this moment, Uther and the others truly accepted Rivendell as a member of the first generation of Paladins, rather than an outsider who had been inserted by some time traveler.
The new version of the Silver Five Saints was thus established.
Twenty minutes later, when the beast-headed car with a barbaric style crashed into the huge city gate, what greeted the tribe's forward was a dense rain of arrows.
In one glance, this city gate with a width of 60 meters has become a slaughterhouse.
Looking at the past, all the orc warriors were groaning and howling in a pool of blood.
On the east side of Thoradin's Wall, Orgrim, who was watching the battle, was in a trance: "Where have my large group of flying dragons gone?"
