Under the dazzling starlight, King Faoris led the Ramukahen to surround the Lost City of Tol'vir.
The obelisks of stars shone brightly, and the power of the stars dominated the Ramukahen.
King Faoris was ambitious and looked at the city in front of him.
It is said to be a strong fortress, but in fact it only has a low wall. Uldum has scarce vegetation and it is difficult to find enough wood.
Correspondingly, the Lamu Kahen people did not have siege weapons, only some simple ladders.
Thrall rode on the back of King Faoris, and the Doomhammer left countless fist-sized blood bags on the king's head.
"Stupid King Faoris, Azeroth is on the verge of destruction. Neferset is the culprit for the destruction of Azeroth. Everyone must not slack off, work hard one hundred and twenty percent, and use your flesh and blood to
Fight for Azeroth."
King Faoris was so painful that tears flowed out, and he swore and swore: "Great Savior, your wish will definitely come true. You must capture the Lost City tonight, otherwise I will come to see you."
"Very well, saving Azeroth requires courage like yours." Thrall grinned.
The ancient war drums sounded, and the Lamu Kahen launched a charge. As the vanguard, Lamu Kahen rushed to the foot of the city wall and were quickly killed by the Neferset soldiers. However, they remained standing, providing a foothold for the troops behind them.
point.
Ramukaheng behind stepped on the corpse and repeated this charge.
After paying the price of thousands of people, the corpses accumulated into a long slope, with the highest point almost level with the city wall. The soldiers behind could rush directly to the city wall.
In the War for Uldum, walls have never been important.
Neferset was well prepared, abandoned the city wall, and started a fierce street battle with the Ramukahen people. There were constant cries of killing in the city.
King Faoris took the water sent by the guard and poured it directly into his throat with a slightly puzzled expression:
"Neferset has always avoided fighting with us at night. As long as I launch an attack at night, they will give up the Lost City and then take it back during the day. This is the origin of the name of the Lost City. Strange, Takaheng
How could such a mistake be made?”
High Priest Ament whispered: "This is good for us. Neferset's numbers are far inferior to ours. Encouraged by the stars, Ramukaheng's morale is high. It won't take long for Neferset's front to collapse.
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King Faoris secretly glanced at Thrall and the resurrected Raiden in the distance.
Lyden was sitting on the sand, grabbing a Ramukahen soldier and chewing it. At Lyden's feet, bones piled up like a mountain, even more than the dead on the front line.
Thrall and Vol'jin were feasting around a cauldron. In the boiling water, a priest of Ramukahen had his eyes wide open.
"I think something is wrong with Leiden." King Faoris said worriedly: "I hope he returns to Pandaria as soon as possible."
As expected, good news soon came from the front line. Under Ramukahen's powerful offensive, Neferset's formation finally collapsed, and the soldiers fled towards the center of the city.
King Faoris ordered his soldiers to surround the city center and was not prepared to let a single Neferset go.
The ground shook, and a tall giant statue appeared in the city center.
The body of the giant statue is shrouded in a city's golden fire, which is like a bright lamp in the dark night, and all enemies approaching are ignited.
King Faoris was not surprised. He knew that Neferset had several hidden cards.
"This should be Neferset's last resort." King Faoris sneered.
High-ranking priest Ament said seriously: "Your Majesty the King, I will go and supervise the battle right away."
As a high-level priest, Ament knew how to deal with the Colossus. Faoris nodded, and Ament disappeared into the night.
King Faoris stood on a high place, looking at the battle in the city center, feeling relaxed and happy.
The great cause of unifying the Tolvir people is about to be completed.
Not long after, the flames on the surface of the giant elephant fell off in large areas, and countless nooses were tied around its body. It collapsed under the combined efforts of the soldiers, and the Lamu Kahen people cheered.
The corners of King Faoris' lips curled up, knowing that he was already the winner.
Suddenly, there was a chaos in the city center, and countless soldiers let out their last screams.
"what happened?"
King Faoris led his personal guards up the city wall along the slope of the corpse, and saw a group of strange Nefersets rushing out of the city center.
They were huge, their bodies seemed to be made of obsidian, they were invulnerable, they brandished huge weapons, their eyes were like torches, and their mouths breathed fire, and they slaughtered the soldiers of Ramukahen like chopping melons and vegetables.
Broken limbs were everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed on the ground. Under the shining stars, Ramuka Heng was brave and fearless of death, but his courage could not stop this terrible monster. Instead, the power of the stars became Ramuka Heng's death knell.
King Faoris's hands couldn't help but tremble. He knew that the enemy could not resist and had to retreat, but he had sworn an oath to Thrall, so he hesitated.
A brief hesitation was the sacrifice of thousands of soldiers.
The high-ranking priest Ament, covered in blood, retreated to the king's side and said loudly:
"Neferset has lifted the curse of flesh and blood and returned to his ancient form. Go and ask Raiden for help."
"What did you say? Curse of flesh and blood, how is this possible?" King Faoris was stunned for a long while.
"Your Majesty the King, there is no time." Ament urged.
"Yes, yes, please Raiden, you must hold on, victory belongs to us."
A mountain of bones was piled up, a cauldron fell to the ground, and Raiden, Thrall, and Vol'jin were all gone.
"What a bunch of hopeless idiots. How could I fight for a bunch of losers?" Raiden's tall figure ran in the desert, with Thrall and Vol'jin sitting on his shoulders.
Thrall chuckled and said: "King Faoris is using us to unify the three Tovir clans, but he doesn't know that we are actually using him. How far away is Lamukaheng City."
Raiden grinned: "We're almost there, the pearl of Uldum, the beautiful city of Lamuka."
Thrall said proudly: "The soldiers of Ramkahen are all in the Lost City. King Faoris must not have thought that my target is actually his city and his people."
Under the hazy night, a large city loomed.
At the intersection of the two rivers, a beautiful city stands.
Uldum's largest city, Ramkahen, is home to over 300,000 tol'vir.
In the north of Ramukahen, a group of people had been waiting in a designated open space.
The leader was a young man from the Caverns of Time, followed by dozens of trembling Dalaran mages.
As usual, Thrall grabbed a Dalaran mage and bit out his throat. Then he remembered that he had already eaten dinner and threw the body aside.
The young man glanced at the corpse on the ground and said contemptuously: "The mages of Dalaran are indeed useless. According to the agreement, the Cave of Time has provided 10,000 orc soldiers for the savior. The portal has been prepared for a long time."
Thrall looked to the rear. A large group of orcs had already walked out of the portal, and the night was filled with darkness.
Pointing at the sleeping city in front of him, Thrall laughed and said: "Lamu Kahen, the orcs' military ration warehouse, I have said long ago that the humble Tol'vir are just food."