Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 71 4. Lordaeron. Meeting for the first time --- add more for his strong father and brother [710]

The siege of Lordaeron has lasted for a full day!

The orcs used crude siege equipment to crazily fire stone bullets at Lordaeron's solid city walls, but they couldn't destroy Lordaeron's solid city walls at all. Slaughter, just one morning, the orcs lost more than 3,000 people!

This shows the madness of the siege battle, and in the afternoon, when Chief Orgrim returned with the orc defenders of the Alterac Mountains, the morale of the humans was dealt a devastating blow!

Because Orgrim not only brought reinforcements, he also brought back what the orcs were in short supply!

Siege artillery!

The cowards of Alterac not only handed over the lifeline of Lordaeron to the orcs, but also bought the artillery from the dwarf city Ironforge at a high price, which was originally used for position defense. When the orcs roughly manipulated the artillery At the moment when the bricks of the city wall collapsed with a cannonball, the demoralized orcs went crazy again.

In the bombardment of artillery with almost no consumption, thousands of orc warriors set up ladders and climbed the city wall of Lordaeron for the first time.

Aww! Human! Die!

The Burning Sword Masters jumped onto the city wall, brandishing the swords in their hands. The eyes of these orc martial arts masters were red. They frantically slaughtered the human soldiers who attacked, and behind them, the orc warriors charged one after another. Go up the city wall.

Drive them out!

The Human Marshal Gathelis roared angrily, rushed up with his heavy sword in hand, and chopped down the orc warrior in front of him. He was wearing a golden battle armor and had a resolute face. Although he was not a paladin, his force was definitely not inferior to these The orc sword master, under the leadership of this brave and fearless commander, the bravery of the human defenders is outrageous.

They forced their lives to drive down the orcs who climbed the city wall.

But it was too late, nearly a quarter of the important artillery was destroyed by the orcs, which made the ensuing battle more difficult and more anxious.

Two hours later, the orcs stopped their crazy offensive, and the corpses of humans and orcs were already piled up under the originally splendid city walls. The disgusting smell of blood wafted in the air of Lordaeron, no matter what Be it humans or orcs, they can feel that the anger of this battlefield is devouring every life that enters it.

But even so, they can't take a step back!

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During the clash of armors, Marshal Gaslis, covered in blood, walked quickly into the king's court. Although the royal attendants were calm, they still had unconcealable worry and panic on their faces. Only the old man sitting on the throne The king had no fear on his face, he wore ceremonial armor, and his captain of guards held the sword for the king.

It seems that the king, who is already in his 50s, is not lying. When necessary, he will join the battlefield without hesitation.

It doesn't help though...he's old, he's not the warrior he used to be.

His Majesty!

Marshal Gathelis half-kneeled on the ground and winked at the old king. The latter waved his hand, and the guards in the hall left the palace one after another. When only the marshal, the king and the loyal chief guard were left, The tiredness on Gathelis' face showed.

Your Majesty, the orcs have brought artillery and enough ammunition. We can still hold on, but with this kind of casualties, we may not be able to hold on for a few days.

I just received a letter from the mages.

The old king rubbed his forehead and straightened his crown. For an old man, the crown was a bit heavy. He whispered:

Master Antonidas is leading the six-member council to resist the orcs, and they are fighting very hard, while Lothar is commanding the frontline troops to return to the rescue as much as possible. We need to support for at least 2 days! Can we do it? Gatheris!

I can't guarantee the time! Your Majesty!

Marshal Gaselis said in a deep voice: But I can guarantee that no orc will ever enter Lordaeron before I fall! I will defend my country and my king with my life!

Yea, very good!

The old king nodded, but the worry in his blue eyes could not be concealed. After a moment of silence, the old king suddenly said:

Gatheris, you are my most trusted marshal, I am hesitating right now, should I send Calia and Alsace out of the city...

This sentence made the marshal jump in his heart. This is actually the purpose of his coming to meet the king. He cannot guarantee that Lordaeron will survive the violent attack of the orcs, but as a marshal, he must consider his own country. Under such circumstances, it is obviously a very wise decision to send the heir to the throne out of a dangerous place.

So after a few seconds, Gaselis nodded:

If you think it's necessary, Your Majesty, I can send the most elite knights to escort Her Highness the Princess and the Prince away at any time, as well as Prince Varian of the Kingdom of Stormwind, who will also be sent away together, to Gilneas or the safer place of Chur Tiras, I believe His Majesty Greymane and Dailin will do everything in their power to protect them.

Kul Tiras is a good choice.

King Terenas hesitated, and then he said:

But Kael'thas, the prince of Quel'Thalas, also sent his attendants. He declared that he and his father would do everything in their power to protect my children. The war in Quel'Thalas is over. , and they managed to defeat defeat, the kids would be less dangerous staying there.

Elf?

A trace of disgust flashed in the eyes of Marshal Gathelis, and he said in a deep voice: With all due respect, Your Majesty, elves are not trustworthy! They are not human beings, and they lack compassion!

That's what worries me, too.

The old king nodded, and after thinking for a few minutes, he took a deep breath:

That's it, send my children to Kul Tiras! The dwarf prince Muradin Bronzebeard who served as a special envoy in Lordaeron assured me that he will personally protect my children, and Silver Saidan Dathrohan, the grand knight of the Knights of the Hand, and Ms. Modera, the archmage of Dalaran, have set up a teleportation circle in the Kirin Tor camp in Lake Lordamere, which will be the beginning of the children's journey. As for the destination, as for the rest of the entourage, it is up to you to choose, Gaselis!

The old king looked at the marshal in front of him, and said in a deep voice:

We may not be able to survive the cruel fate, but we must preserve the king's heritage of Lordaeron and Stormwind! The orcs cannot destroy our will. As long as the children are still there, we still have hope!

Obey! Your Majesty!

The Grand Marshal stood up and patted his chest with his fist: I will let the bravest knights protect the princess and prince, and I myself will live and die with you and Lordaeron!

After 20 minutes, an extremely elite team rushed out from the entrance of the sewers in the royal capital of Lordaeron. Although the sewers are called sewers, in fact, this is a secret passage left for dangerous situations when Lordaeron was built. , it leads directly to the bottom of a rock in a woodland in the southwest of Tirisfal, very hidden.

The paladin Saidan Dathrohan, who was wearing silver armor, held a war hammer and led the paladin to scout around the woodland. After confirming that there was no danger, the follow-up members entered the woodland.

We must get to Lake Lordamere as quickly as possible!

Muradin, the dwarf prince, is riding on his battle ram. He is the younger brother of Magni Bronzebeard, the dwarf king of Ironforge, and has inherited the purest blood of Bronzebeard. A small moving steel fortress, with a beautiful orange beard braided into flowers.

He is the swordsman mentor of Lordaeron Prince Arthas Menethil and Stormwind Prince Varian Wrynn, a powerful warrior.

The dwarf said to the great knight:

The orcs are all attracted to the city wall. Let's rush out all the way, and kill the orcs when we encounter them! It only takes 20 minutes to get there!

Then it's up to you to protect the prince and princess, dwarf!

Dathrohan waved the warhammer in his hand: I will help you open the way!

Walk!

At the order of the paladins, a guard team of as many as 30 people escorted a simple carriage and headed all the way in the direction of Lordamere Lake. They were very lucky, and they didn't meet the orc patrol all the way. Seeing that the distance to Lake Lordamere is getting closer, everyone's hearts are relieved.

And just then...

Da da da

The heavy horse bell sounded in the surrounding darkness, and the paladin's face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly:

Be careful! The death knight is coming!

As soon as the words fell, a series of shadow spells fell on the knights of the guards, sending the two knights flying on the spot. When they landed on the ground, their bodies were covered with insidious curses. Dathrohan waved his hand, and the bright The holy light shone on the knights, dispelling the curse of those shadows, and at this moment, more than 20 death knights rushed towards the guards.

And the one in the lead is the opponent the guards least want to see... Talon Gorefiend!

Hehehe, look what I caught! An army of rats!

The Gorefiend's dark red gaze repeatedly looked at the heavily protected carriage, and finally, he waved his finger outward:

Whatever is in there...I'm going to...destroy it!

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Dark green magic power burst out from the death knight's fingertips, a group of green meteorites fell from the sky, and smashed to the carriage on the ground at extreme speed, the heroic knights roared and fought with the death knight, while Dathrohan himself waved Holding the warhammer, in the package of holy light, he fought with Talon Gorefiend.

boom

The green meteorite finally hit the carriage, but when the hellfire giant stood up, there was nothing in the ignited carriage fragments, which made the Gorefiend feel that he was being mocked, and he roared:

Kill them! Go after them! That must be an important figure in the alliance! Signal!

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A group of bright red magic fireworks erupted from the fingers of the death knight. The red symbol danced in the air, representing the discovery of an important target. For a while, the orc wolf cavalry patrolling around rushed towards this direction.

Don't be afraid! Children, don't be afraid!

The dwarf prince was driving his battle sheep crazily. Behind him, there was a princess and two young princes crowded on a horse. There was undisguised panic in the eyes of the three helpless young people. And Muradin shouted in a deep voice:

No matter what you encounter! Don't be afraid, Arthas! Varian! Don't forget the sword skills that old Muradin taught you, don't be afraid of them! Don't fall behind!

I... we are not afraid!

Varian Wrynn, who is 16 years old this year, clenched the long sword in his hand, his voice was a little trembling, and he hugged the trembling, only 10-year-old Prince of Lordaeron Arthas Mi Nehil, he said aloud:

I will protect Arthas and Kalia!

Very well, full of courage! That's it!

The old dwarf encouraged the young children with a gentle voice, telling them to try their best to get rid of their fears. Lake Lordamere was close in front of them, and the water waves that radiated light in the dark night filled the eyes of the four with hope.

Da da da

The disgusting horse bell rang again, Muradin glanced back, the dwarf's expression changed drastically, behind him, three death knights came up silently.

The horses of death knights are dead objects, and there is no concept of fatigue. In this kind of pursuit, they have an absolute advantage.

The old dwarf glanced at the prince and princess behind him. He gritted his teeth, pulled the reins, and made the war sheep turn quickly. The dwarf held the battle ax in his left hand and the war hammer in his right. Three death knights rushed over.

Run! Varian! Run! Run toward the camp! You know where it is, remember! Don't be afraid! You're a born fighter!

I know!

The young prince saw his mentor rushing towards the gloomy knight behind him, he didn't dare to stay, he felt Alsace's trembling in his arms, and Princess Kalia's helpless prayer behind him, Varian gritted his teeth, The whip in his hand slammed at the horse, and rushed towards the camp about 2 kilometers ahead.

Behind him, the extremely brave dwarf entangled the three death knights. With his combat power, it only took less than 5 minutes to resolve the battle, but the orc scouts were already rushing in this direction, and there was no time.

Oh no!

When Varian rushed 500 meters, a group of howling wolf cavalry appeared in front of them. There were 7 strong orcs and the same number of ferocious war wolves. This was not an opponent that a 16-year-old boy could deal with.

Human bastard! Kill you!

Seeing the orc scout raised the throwing ax in his hand, Varian looked around, pulled the rein, and forced the horse to rush towards the sparkling Lordamere Lake.

Hold on to me! Arthas! Kalia, hold on to me! Don't let go!

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Amidst the blood splattered from the horse being cut by the flying axe, the three noble children screamed in panic and fell into the icy lake. The orcs were unwilling to give up, so they rushed to the lake with the wolf He planned to use the throwing ax in his hand to completely kill the three children in this lake.

Well...

Varian hugged Kalia and held Alsace in his hands. The young prince was struggling to float in the icy lake, his eyes were desperate, he looked at everything around him, and he shouted in despair:

Whoever it is! Please, whoever it is! Help us!

Does this world really have destiny?

Maybe, it is extremely cruel to those beings it pays attention to, but it also attaches great importance to it. Therefore, the next moment, Little Varian's wish was fulfilled.

A huge, silent black shadow descended from the sky, and hit the ground by the lake like a stone. Amidst that weird roar, the orc scouts turned their heads and saw a heavy sword on his back, but raised his hand. The figure with two swords jumped down from the ferocious zombie dragon with blood red eyes.

Wrapped in extreme cold and frost all over his body, he walked towards them quickly.

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