Life is like a piece of grass at this moment, and they are just pawns on the battlefield.
Facing this equally fierce opponent, the dragon orcs went into a rage, and they breathed out dragon-like breath.
However, this powerful human death squad burst out with unimaginable power. They were like dragon-slaying warriors, fighting bravely against the dragon.
Blood and flesh collided, blood spattered, and body parts were all over the ground. After a brief battle, the two teams almost died together. The only person standing on the city wall turned out to be a human.
A young Rivendell, who had lost an arm, was leaning against the wall and breathing heavily.
There was no time to cheer, no time to celebrate.
An insidious arrow penetrated the throat of young Rivendell.
Sylvanas put away her longbow. She was very satisfied with her work and nodded with a smile.
Thrall was surprised by Windrunner's terrifying arrow skills. The walls of Stratholme were protected by mist magic. At such a distance, only Sylvanas could shoot a fast and hard fatal arrow.
But he was even more surprised by the fighting power of humans. The dragon orcs, who they were so proud of, were actually in a state of defeat.
Thrall didn't know that this was the effect of the undead potion. After a few soldiers took the undead potion, decades of life force gathered in their bodies, and they could explode with extraordinary power in a short period of time.
Life is like a summer flower, only for a moment.
Baron Rivendell closed his eyes, having no time to grieve for the death of his beloved son.
He turned around and issued a warning to the generals around him: "Remember, you must always stay focused on the battlefield. The scene in front of you is the best lesson. You must keep it in your heart."
Sal went crazy.
Although the number of orcs is more than ten times that of the Stratholme defenders, if the exchange continues, the orcs will inevitably win.
But Thrall felt ashamed. After all, in the two orc wars, the previous chiefs had fought countless beautiful battles of annihilation, but they had never suffered such a setback.
Just then, bad news came.
Dathrohan crushed the teleportation rune and transmitted it back to the camp. According to the news from the seriously injured Dathrohan, the paladins of the Silver Hand were ambushed as soon as they entered Stratholme, and almost all of them were killed.
"There is a traitor among us." Dathrohan said angrily, arousing suspicion among the coalition forces.
Who is the traitor?
Everyone looked at each other, Thrall and Sylvanas all looked at Archmage Antonidas, and they all showed doubts.
Although all the leaders participating in the meeting knew about the existence of magic beacons, if they knew the specific locations of these magic beacons and could kill all the intruders, only Archmage Antonidas could do it.
Although Antonidas' expression remained unchanged, he was also secretly surprised in his heart.
There are a total of eighteen magic beacons, but at the meeting, he only named fifteen.
The remaining three were specially reserved by Antonidas. In order to prevent the emergence of traitors, he sent his subordinates, some of his most trusted disciples, disguised as civilians, with the goal of Stratholme's back door.
The battle at Qianmen was so fierce that most of the defenders must have gathered at Qianmen.
As long as a few magic beacons are inserted in the back door area and the orc team is teleported there, the back door can be easily taken.
However, there is no news about several of his most trusted disciples.
"I saw Prince Arthas in the city." Dathrohan added.
Prince of Alsace?
So who is fighting Uther in the air?
"I think the traitor is already clear. He is the Lightbringer Uther." Archmage Antonidas analyzed calmly. He pointed at Robbie in the air: "This is probably a puppet. They are acting."
Everyone nodded.
It doesn't matter who the real traitor is. What matters is that the Silver Hand's army has been nearly wiped out. Lightbringer Uther has become a lonely man, and he can only bear the blame.
"I don't care who is the traitor. We orcs cannot sacrifice in vain. They are all great warriors. They are the backbone of saving Azeroth." Thrall looked at Antonidas unceremoniously.
"Arch Mage, it's time for you to make up your mind."
Regarding the magic beacon, Antonidas realized that he had made a mistake that he should not have made, and felt that he should make appropriate concessions. He nodded:
"Okay, the main attack will start early, and Dalaran will fully assist you in conquering Stratholme."
A row of catapults that had already been assembled revealed their true colors, and the orc laborers struggled to lift the huge rocks onto the catapults.
In ancient wars, before the advent of cannon, catapults were the most lethal weapons for sieges.
The walls of Stratholme City are high and thick, making it difficult for ordinary catapults to be effective. However, this is Dalaran's catapult. Under the correction of magicians and blessed with the power of magic, the catapult's accuracy is extremely high.
Dozens of boulders wrapped in magic flew towards the city wall and almost hit the same location.
The earth is shaking, the city walls are shaking, and cracks have appeared.
Under the cover of the catapults, three huge carts moved forward. The carts were taller than the city walls of Stratholme. The elven rangers stood on top of one of the carts to provide cover with their bows and arrows.
As the distance approaches, looking down from a high position, the mist magic of Stratholme City Wall is about to lose its effect.
The other two carriages were filled with ferocious-looking orcs, waiting to get closer before climbing onto the city wall.
At the same time, several magic puppets followed, covering the progress of the building car.
Robbie took a deep breath.
The catapult blessed by magic is too powerful, and the catapult is too dangerous.
Uther has long been in ruins, and he has been maintained by the Holy Light blessed by Naaru time and time again.
"Uther, your Silver Hand army has been wiped out." Robbie said.
"For victory, this is just a price that should be paid, a necessary sacrifice. In my military career, I have seen more tragic sacrifices than this countless times."
Uther didn't care. The Silver Hand soldiers were shaken and they were no longer his soldiers:
"I, the Lightbringer Utherd, hold high esteem, and when I raise my arms, the responders gather. Gilneas, the Kingdom of Stormwind, the Kingdom of Kul Tiras, there are my followers everywhere, so what's the difficulty in holding a silver hand?
"
Robbie chuckled: "Uther, you are going to die. The Silver Hand was ambushed in the city. Who will be the traitor who leaked the news? It can only be you, Uther, you will be eaten by Thrall.
Oh, poor Lightbringer."
Uther's heart suddenly sank.
What Robbie said was not unreasonable. He knew very well that in this case, someone had to be the scapegoat.
"When Thrall wants to eat you, do you think the Holy Light will help you?" Robbie further threatened.
"Damn it."
Uther knew very well that he could not defeat Robbie, and the Holy Light would not help him fight against the savior Thrall.
"I would literally be eaten alive."
Uther thought of the red dragon princess whose dragon skin was stripped off alive, and couldn't help but tremble all over.
A sacred light bloomed, and Uther burst out with terrifying speed, flying into the distance like a meteor.
Uther wisely escaped, and Robbie finally had his hands free.
He rounded the war hammer with both hands, and the righteous light of the Holy Light bloomed, slamming into the Elf Ranger's car.
Sylvanas' expression changed with shock, and she fired a few arrows in vain, but they were all blocked by Robbie's holy light.
Like a meteorite falling from the sky, Robbie hit the huge car alone.
Although it is said to be blessed by magic, the main body of the car is made of wood after all.
Boom!
There was a loud noise.
The building collapsed, and Sylvanas jumped out of the way in time, burying hundreds of elven rangers.
"No!"
Sylvanas screamed, and Windrunner showed fear. (To be continued)