Archmage Antonidas' heart was bleeding when he witnessed this scene.
For a war, siege equipment is just a consumable item. The benefits brought by a victory in the war are far greater than the lost siege equipment.
But for Dalaran, this is a precious treasure. Dalaran's siege equipment is extraordinary. Each one is an exquisite magical creation and the cost is extremely high.
This is why even though he has overwhelming strength, Antonidas still uses conspiracy and tricks, and also delays the full-scale attack as much as possible, in order to reduce the loss of siege equipment.
Robbie returned to the air again and aimed at the other two trucks.
Antonidas's face changed, and his long beard grew.
When there is a hero on the opposite side who is unstoppable, our side must also send heroes to fight with it.
Only heroes can fight heroes.
"Damn Uther, he actually escaped from the battle. He is indeed a traitor, Thrall!"
Sal said with great reason: "I am the great savior and the most noble chief. I must sit in charge of the central army, strategize and stabilize the morale of the army."
"Okay, Overlord Saurfang."
Antonidas turned around and could no longer find this legendary invincible orc warrior.
Sylvanas has been defeated, and Archmage Antonidas himself is not good at one-on-one combat. He has no choice but to summon two water elements to entangle Robbie with the magic puppet.
But the evidence could not stop Robbie from dismantling the remaining two trucks.
As the two carriages collapsed, cheers rang out from the walls of Stratholme.
Looking at the dozen or so catapults not far away, Robbie could only lament and concentrate on dealing with the magic puppets and water elements. There were heavy orc protection there. No matter how powerful one person was, it was impossible for him to break into thousands of troops.
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The catapults were accurately projected, and the tall city walls were shaking, and the cracks were getting bigger and bigger.
An airship suddenly appeared in the clouds, and the baffle on the side slid open, revealing a row of cannon muzzles emitting purple aura.
It's not that there are no cannons in Azeroth, it's just that the power of the cannons is not gunpowder, but arcane energy.
Arcane energy is powerful, but it is not as cheap as gunpowder, is difficult to charge, and can be fired only a limited number of times.
A burst of arcane volleys hit the cracked city wall. Stratholme's city wall was overwhelmed, and finally a small section collapsed, leaving a gap.
"Rush over and seize the gap."
Thrall shouted hurriedly, and the orc legions shouted and rushed towards the gap.
"kill!"
Baron Rivendell gave a simple order and took down several flags in succession. The generals took the flags solemnly and followed the order.
In that narrow gap, humans and orcs started a bloody battle.
The gap was too small and could only accommodate a small number of people fighting. After repeated battles between the two sides, corpses soon piled up.
The orcs in the rage could not control their mouths and couldn't help but bite human corpses. The Stratholme defenders drank poisonous plague potion, which quickly made the orcs weak and were killed by the human defenders.
The shouts of killing from both sides became louder and louder. Both humans and orcs fell into madness, and their eyes were red with bloodshed. The ground was quickly filled with body parts, and it was difficult to see complete corpses.
The comrades in the front fell, and those behind them were immediately replaced. The heroic human defenders could not feel the pain on their bodies, they could not feel the pain and fatigue, they could not feel the fear and fear, and there was only killing in front of them.
Thrall closed his eyes. Even with the help of Dalaran's mages, he still couldn't escape the most annoying Duizi.
The catapult ran out of stones, and the airship ran out of arcane energy. The great magician Antonidas helplessly watched the bloody battle between the two sides. His mages also ran out of magic power and were unable to teleport the orcs up the city wall.
Groups of orcs rushed over and disappeared through the narrow pass.
The number of defenders was also reduced sharply. The flags in front of the baron were getting fewer and fewer. One after another, respectable and lovely comrades died in that small pass.
The balance of victory is tilting towards the orcs.
Baron Rivendell watched the fighting on the battlefield indifferently. He had tried his best. He had expected this outcome. Stratholme finally shed the last drop of Lordaeron's blood.
Mal'Ganis is on the run.
The Dread Lord used many tricks, but he could not get rid of Arthas.
He suddenly discovered that Alsace was not in a hurry to kill him. Every time he fought, Alsace tried his best to force him to use special tricks to escape. After all, the Dread Lord had lived for countless years and had many tricks.
The guy did it on purpose.
The Dread Lord clearly felt that as the two sides continued to fight, Alsace's power was increasing, and the ghouls following Alsace were gradually becoming stronger.
He is stealing.
The Burning Legion has destroyed countless worlds. They are good at absorbing the enemy's knowledge and power to improve the Legion's power system and make up for the Legion's power deficiencies.
The Dread Lord was sensitive to the fact that the power of Arthas was different from those worlds destroyed by the legion. It seemed to be similar to the legion system. It could be used as evidence, and it was a more complete energy system.
"Is the power of the world of the dead really so terrifying?"
Mal'Ganis had long heard of the world of the dead, a power that even Sargeras was jealous of, but for some unknown reason, the fallen Dark Titan gave up this temptation and finally chose the power of evil.
There must be some connection between the dead and evil energy.
Mal'Ganis knew that he could not wait any longer, and he had to escape to the city gate.
When Mal'Ganis arrived, even the Dread Lord was shocked by the bloody battle here.
“I once trudged knee-deep in blood.”
He remembered what someone said.
Now, he is here.
This is hell.
There is only the last banner left in front of Baron Rivendell.
This is not a death squad, just an ordinary team led by his youngest son, Oryx.
The baron also had a little selfishness, and his youngest son did not take the plague medicine.
At this moment, the Baron saw the Dread Lord and Prince Arthas following behind.
The baron breathed a sigh of relief. With a relieved smile, he grabbed the flag in his hands, turned over and mounted the tall war horse.
Oryx grabbed the baron's reins and asked: "Father, why are you depriving me of this great glory?"
The baron looked at his youngest son, touched his head, and showed a kind smile:
"My child, live with the prince. When you think you can take over my position, come to me again."
At this moment, the orcs have occupied the gap, and more and more orcs are pouring in.
The baron looked at the last small team, nodded, and launched the final charge.
When Alsace rushed to the city wall, he only saw an insidious arrow shooting into the baron's chest.
Sylvanas' figure flashed past the city.
Around the baron, the corpses of orcs piled up like mountains. The baron fell next to the dead horse and finally breathed his last.
"Prince Arthas, you have lost, Stratholme is finished."
Returning to the orc battle formation, the Dreadlord knew he was safe.
"No, Stratholme will never fall." Arthas said with a solemn look on his face. He saw the dead souls of Stratholme, the smiling Baron Rivendell, and the soldiers and people who died here.
They are all looking at themselves.
Responsibility and obligation, lies and hatred, destruction and redemption.
All this filled Alsace's mind.
At this moment, faced with indescribable grief, Prince Alsace felt that something in his body had awakened.