"Push these ladders down!"
Major Windsor wiped the blood on his face, raised his sword and roared, several Warrior followed him and rushed to the city wall, swung their swords to cut off the rough Siege Ladder hook lock hanging on the city wall, and then pushed hard.
Gnoll, who was climbing the ladder, screamed in horror, but as Siege Ladder fell down, a series of idiots screamed and hit the ground below, causing their skulls to crack.
But Warriors had no time to be happy and had to face those Ghost Wolfs that jumped out from the shadows.
These "assassin wolves" that can constantly walk through the shadows are really troublesome. Most of the current casualties on the Stormwind city wall are caused by them.
This is because Stormwind currently has many spellcasters gathered, and with their help in blocking the space, these damn demon wolves cannot directly enter the city, otherwise the city will definitely become Mortal realm hell.
"Go to hell Black Wolf God! Get out of here, you evil god!"
The major felt that he had endless strength in his body. He swung his sword to kill the demon wolf in front of him and then swung his shield to hit the opponent's ferocious face. He hit it hard several times until the demon wolf stopped moving, and then turned to look behind him. Because of the delay of the demon wolf, some Gnoll bandits rushed onto the city wall again.
Windsor cursed, he was like Superman at this moment!
Without hesitation, he rushed forward with his sword and shield and chopped down the two short Gnoll. He also took the dwarf explosives from the remains of the fallen compatriots at his feet, lit them on the torch at hand, lay down by the city wall, aimed at the shouting Gnoll Warlord below, and threw down the explosive packets.
In the smoke, the explosive hit the ground and bounced a few times, followed by a violent explosion that swept in all the surrounding Gnoll.
Hogger Warlord, who was personally appointed by the boss, was bombed to death!
Even though Black Wolf God is still roaring, Gnoll who lost their commander still dispersed in a rush. These guys were just held together by Black Wolf God's faith. Don't expect their fighting will to be strong after losing their leader.
All wild beasts are like this.
This scene made the Warriors who were fighting bloody battles on the city wall cheer. They mustered up their energy and followed the major to fight and rush forward, killing all the Gnolls who had climbed up the city wall and throwing their bodies down.
At this point, this section of the city wall can finally take a rest after almost an hour of hard work.
But it's just this section of the city wall.
Stormwind's city wall is long, and the defense is divided into several sections, and a commander must be arranged for each section.
Major Windsor no longer wanted to support his compatriots in other areas. When he killed the last Gnoll, he sat down on the ground, panting and let his unconscious fingers loosen the shield, and then took out some chewing tobacco and threw it into his mouth to refresh himself.
In fact, he is not a very talented Warrior, nor does he feel that he is really brave.
Before the arrival of Orcs, he was just an unknown second lieutenant of the Redridge Mountains. He was lucky enough to be taken seriously by Gavinrad General. Thinking that he would be able to achieve the rank of major and retire from the army in this life would be like smoking in his ancestral grave.
After all, three generations of his family have been honest farmers.
However, in addition to one's own struggle, a person's life must also take into account the process of history. It has been about twenty days since the Redridge Mountains war, and he has been promoted from second lieutenant to the end of his dream. And Major Windsor can be sure that as long as he can survive the Stormwind war, his military rank can definitely be promoted one more promotion.
The alien Saint once asked himself if he wanted to be a marshal.
At that time, I just thought it was a joke, but now I heard that Lord Diacum is a prophet. In other words, what he said at that time may not be a joke!
I might be able to be a marshal in the future!
God, if my father who died young knew this news, he would definitely kill all the piggies in the family to prepare a good meal for himself.
If you can become a marshal, you must live until that time.
The major was chewing tobacco and suddenly gave himself a slap in the face to wake himself up. He was fighting on horseback, so don't think about it.
"How many casualties did the brothers suffer?"
He stood up with difficulty and asked. The adjutant resting next to him shook his head and said:
"I can't count, but at least two teams are gone. These Gnoll are crazy and assisted by wolves. Our casualties are terrible. This is Gnoll! Orcs hasn't gone on the battlefield yet. Major, I heard that you fought hard in the Redridge Mountains and Orcs. Is Green Skins really that strong?
I heard that we need three of us to kill one Green Skins?"
"Nonsense! You need to do that in a duel. How can there be any reason for a duel on the battlefield?"
Windsor Major scolded:
"Don't think too much, Green Skins are also human beings, and they will die even if their heads are chopped off. I just hacked seven or eight Green Skins to death. They are not as scary as you think."
"But I heard that Green Skins can control the magic dragon?"
The adjutant glanced at the cloudy sky with fear and said:
"Our city wall can stop Gnoll and the magic wolf, but not the magic dragon."
The major fell silent,
He really couldn't think of any way to resist Green Skins's magic dragon, but he couldn't be discouraged now, so he made nonsense:
"The king and the marshal invited the elf Ranger General! Have you heard of Ranger General's reputation? Let me tell you, the kind of brutal Trolls we saw in Stranglethorn Vale, that monster is powerful, right?
But Ranger General only needs one arrow to kill them!
Come to think of it, no matter how powerful the dragon is, it can't stop Ranger General's arrows.
They still have artifacts in their hands, but they are artifacts made by their ancestors, and they are very powerful."
The major's nonsense immediately aroused the curiosity of the tired Warrior. Windsor knew that it was time to boost morale, so he added a little bit more "beautification" to his experience in the Redridge Mountains, making the tired Warrior listen in wonder.
But soon, his crow's mouth caused big trouble for the city wall.
"Dragon! Orcs's magic dragon is here!"
Someone screamed, and Major Windsor jumped up and looked at the sky.
Sure enough, there was a huge green magic dragon carrying the Green Skins Warrior people roaring down towards the city wall. Under the roar of the major, the Dragonmaw Clan and Green Skins people jumped on the city wall and started fighting. The Gnoll below also screamed and set up Siege Ladder to run up again.
The demon dragon kept circling around the city wall, spitting deadly venom on the city wall. Its terrifying wings covered the sky and the sun, and the strong wind it brought made it difficult for Warrior to get up. Seeing this scene, the adjutant's teeth were broken, and he shouted:
"Major! Where is the elf Ranger General! Let her come out and slay the dragon!"
"How do I know where someone is when I'm riding a horse?"
Windsor cursed, and used his shield to block the tomahawk that Orcs smashed down in front of him, while praying to Holy Light for mercy, otherwise the city wall would be destroyed.
But it should be said that this guy Windsor may have some kind of "luck".
While they were fighting on the city wall, on the high tower behind the city, General Alleria Windrunner showed an expressionless expression in a unique posture, using his straight legs to push open a giant war bow that was taller than her. A thick black magic arrow was placed on the bowstring and aimed at the magic dragon.
Although the major's bragging stories were all hearsay, there was one thing he was really right about!
Ranger General does have the "Black Arrow" specially used for hunting large creatures. This thing was specially made by Quel'Thalas's Archmage. In theory, it is a high-level magic item. Each stick is expensive and can only be used to snipe the most valuable targets.
But even for elves, dragons are considered valuable prey.
"Alleria! Come and take charge of Sassadora and help me slay the dragon!"
The general gave an order, and her eldest daughter immediately opened the Windrunner family treasure. When the bow string was opened, Wind Elementalss gathered together to form Gale Arrows, surrounding the strung sniper arrow.
The moment General Lirath released the bow string, Black Arrow, which was ready to go, whistled and pierced the air, causing a sound like the roar of Thunder.
The demonic dragon that was destroying the city wall roared angrily, and the sharp Black Arrow pierced the scales from its abdomen, causing blood to fly everywhere. The strong paralysis magic attached to Black Arrow made it lose its balance, and hit the city wall with its head, and the dragon's horns broke off.
Major Windsor was almost thrown away by the flying bricks, but the dragon still raised its head and tried to kill him with its breath.
The major was frightened to death.
But he did not retreat in fear. Instead, he held his sword and shield and rushed towards the giant beast driven by fear.
Maybe he just wanted to die with dignity and die bravely like a marshal.
"Poof"
The sniper arrows from the Windrunner battle bow·Sassadora came with the wind, and under the precise control of Alleria Windrunner, they hit the demon dragon's left eye. Then, the seven Gale Arrows shots that were fired continuously were like Gatling's, blasting the demon dragon's eye socket open in an instant.
The impact of the artifact tore the giant beast's brain, causing it to flail its body in agony and tear apart the city wall.
Khadgar, who was teleported to the top of the city wall, also tried his best to gather Arcane Impact and hit the wound on the demon dragon's abdomen, causing the brutal Arcane power to continuously cut and tear into the demon dragon's body, and also spread the filthy dragon's blood everywhere.
The major jumped up at this moment, and amid the cheers of others and the continuous firing of dwarf cannons, he pierced the dragon's other eye with his sword.
Of course, the length of his sword was not long enough to penetrate the demon dragon's brain, but the demon dragon was already at the end of its strength after being hit so hard, and the loss of vision was the last straw, causing it to whimper and fall to the ground.
"Plop"
Windsor Major fell to the ground and almost fell off the city wall, but was dragged up hurriedly by several soldiers. The bloody adjutant covered his waist and hit the major's breastplate, shouting:
"Ha, sir, you are now a "Dragon Slaying Warrior""
Before he finished speaking, the adjutant fell to the ground and was supported by the major. His waist was almost completely torn open by the Orcs tomahawk. This kind of injury is hopeless.
"Ahem, I thought you were bragging before, but I didn't expect you really knew."
The adjutant coughed and held Major Windsor's hand, and whispered:
"Guard the city, sir. My wife and children are all in the city. Please defend this place."
The adjutant lost his voice, and the Warriors around him fell silent.
Windsor This newly promoted "dragon-slaying warrior" hugged his battle brother and let out a hoarse roar.
He vowed to make Green Skins people pay with their blood!
When the magic dragon smashed down, the nearby Gnoll fled in terror, but on this city wall covered with corpses, the survivors had no joy at all.
"Major Windsor, please go to Stormwind Cathedral immediately!"
Khadgar watched this scene. As a mage, he couldn't help but his eyes turned red. He sniffed. The young mage stepped forward and said:
"I will take over your guarding here. Go quickly. This is Marshal Lothar's order."
"Dan City Wall"
Major Windsor just asked, and then he saw groups of fully armed elf rangers and Warriors climbing onto the city wall.
The elites from Farstriders, led by several commanders, took over the human defense of the city. Their armors were bright, they wore uniform-style marching cloaks, they held halberds and carried bows on their backs. They looked well-trained at first glance.
"Go on, we came all this way Stormwind not for traveling."
The mysterious female warrior wearing armor held two Phoenix Warblades. She said to Major Windsor:
"Sorry, Warrior, I had a low opinion of you before, but I must apologize to you. After watching your battle, I finally understand why my grandfather and others were willing to form an alliance with humans three thousand years ago.
At least in this city, you still retain the courage of Arathor Barbarian Lord.
Arathor Alliance will be rekindled today.
With your blood, our blood and the blood of our enemies!"
Major Windsor didn't even have time to change his armor, so he rode up to Stormwind Cathedral wearing the armor covered in bloodstains and knife marks. There were already many Warrior gathered here, and they all just retreated from the battlefield like him.
The major even saw Duke Bolvar Fordragon who was still injured, Stormwind's famous "battle hero" Major Kulson, and Major Marcus Jonathan who fought Orcs with Windsor in the Redridge Mountains.
The latter should be sitting on the side of Brightwood, but he was also summoned back, and like Windsor, Jonathan Major's armor is also covered with battle scars.
They faced Wolf Mane Clan led by Wolf Spirit Priest at Brightwood.
Although the battlefield over there is small, the battle pressure is no less than that here at Stormwind.
In addition, there are also commanders of the royal knights, and even some Priest and a Bronzebeard Dwarves master blacksmith who originally existed in the cathedral are also standing here.
"Huh? Miss Marland, didn't you reply to Northern Borderlands?"
Windsor saw an acquaintance.
He stepped forward and asked:
"What are we here for?"
"It is a consecration ceremony. The marshal said that the foreign Saint will consecrate us collectively here, so that Holy Light can bless us and give us the power to wield divine power."
Female Warrior Marland whispered:
"As for Northern Borderlands, I can't go back for the time being. The mages say that a plague sent by demons is raging there, but King Wrynn has a way to cure the plague. I must stay here to fight and win the antidote for my family and hometown."
"Plague? Demon?"
Windsor Major scolded:
"This world is really going to end! It has become like this overnight. I just killed a demon dragon, and now I have to face a demon again?"
"The world is already dangerous, Major, but we have been living in ignorance in the past. Now Holy Light has lifted the veil of truth for us, allowing us to see the real threat."
A gentle voice sounded behind Second Lieutenant Windsor. He turned around and saw Ms. Natalie Seline, the chief aide who had fought with the Redridge Mountains before.
He was surprised and said:
"Do you also want to get Holy Light's battle blessing here? But shouldn't you continue to walk the way of Priest?"
"Priest's gentle words can indeed heal people's hearts."
Natalie Seline stroked the scripture in her hand, shook her head and said:
"But what the people need now is Defender. Diakum the Saint suggested that I become a Holy Light knight. He said that I can save more suffering creatures on this road. I think this is the inspiration of Holy Light, and I will also put on the armor of Warrior."
Weapons instead of condemnation, executions instead of sentences.
Holy Light, please protect us."
"Quiet!"
Marshal Lothar's voice silenced Warrior and the commanders in the square, and everyone raised their heads and looked at him.
The marshal was wearing a battle armor and leaning on Lionheart Executioner Holy Sword. He said loudly:
"Our city is in danger, so there is no need to pay attention to so many ritual steps. Let's arrange the order and apply the sacred oil first. Then Diakum the Saint will bring us the blessing of Holy Light, let the holy power fill our bodies, and let Holy Light give us the power of punishment, protection and healing!
We will become human Paladin!
We will be humanity's shield of protection, the blade of Execute and the hand of blessing!
Holy Light protects our city and people in this way. Under the light of faith, Stormwind will never fall!"
"Stormwind will never fall!"
Windsor Major raised his fist and shouted, and then the shouts became louder.
In the crowd, who had just come through the long-distance portal, there were some dizzy tall Half Elf Finna Goldsword who looked around. She was very satisfied with the fanatical fighting spirit, so the tall and strong Half Elf Warrior also raised her fists high and shouted Stormwind would never fall.
Even though this is only her first time in this city.
But it doesn't matter, there are all good Warriors in this city, so she likes it here, it's much better than Silvermoon City's feminine place full of sissies!
"I don't understand! Why can't I be Paladin with you?"
Varian Wrynn, who was wearing a small suit of armor and got a dagger and buckler from nowhere, was very disappointed as he looked at his father who was about to be ordained.
The little prince said loudly:
"I can also hug Holy Light. I also want to protect the city! I can also go up to the city wall to kill Gnoll! Just like you and Lothar did when they were children."
"We were forced to have no choice at that time, kid."
King Llane knelt down and touched his son's face. He said guiltily:
"I will never forget the night after the victory. Your grandpa was so drunk that he hugged me and Lothar and said he was sorry for us. He said it was his incompetence that allowed children like us to accompany him on life-threatening adventures.
At that time, I knew that as a king, letting children climb the city wall was the worst failure.
Sorry, son, I tried hard to be a good king and a good father, but now it seems that I have failed your grandfather's expectations. Let your poor father retain the last bit of dignity.
Stay here!
You are the warrior of the kingdom, and you can only step in to turn the tide at the most dangerous moment."
After saying this, the king stood up and walked outside the church.
Varian wanted to follow, but was held down by General Tirasalan. The tall general Draenei looked at him seriously and said:
"Everyone has obligations in war, Prince. Your obligations have been clarified. After Saint retrieves the artifact, you will go to the Draenor world to seek support on behalf of the Stormwind Kingdom. This is already a responsibility far beyond what you should bear at your age. Don't put any more pressure on your father and your people."
"I"
Varian clenched his fists.
He knew that the city was in danger, and he only regretted that he was too young to fight with the Warriors. He even felt guilty towards his parents and country because of this.
This guilt was noticed by Griselda Blackhand next to him. Mag'har's Great Chieftain was stroking the legendary weapon he bought from the elves while looking at the little human prince.
She didn't know if it was an illusion, but she could always feel a special aura from Varian Wrynn. Although he was only a child, when this little guy was angry, she always reminded her of Grom Hellscream or her father's posture when he was angry.
"You will be the best Warrior in the world."
Griselda said:
"You do not belong to Holy Light! Yes, you are a miracle shaped by anger, but now you should learn to hide your sword. Unforged steel can easily break."
"Don't worry about it!"
Varian broke free from General Tirasalan's control and rushed inside the church. Panting, he found Diakum who was preparing for the consecration ceremony.
He rushed to the foreign country Saint and begged:
"Let me touch that sword again"
"Oh?"
Diakum looked at Varian and said:
"But you didn't feel anything when you touched it last time. This means that the time is running out. My child, suppress your anger, conserve your power, and release it when the time comes."
"No, my brain is going to explode right now."
Varian has bloodshot eyes.
The nine-year-old made his fists and said:
"I must touch that sword. You said that the best Warrior can get power from that sword! If my father doesn't let me embrace Holy Light, then I should at least get those powers. Every Warrior is important, and I can't drag them down!
If I can't go to the battlefield, I can at least protect people in the city!
This is my duty!
Didn't you say that?
Everyone has their own destiny to face, and I want to take responsibility.
Let me try it once, last time I just regarded it as a legend and a joke, but not anymore."
"Well, if that's what you really want."
Dick took out Flame Blade and placed it in front of Varian.
The little prince took a deep breath and put his hand on the cold black blade. He muttered something silently. Under Saint's surprised gaze, a weak flame rose on Flame Blade.
It's like.
A ray of light in the darkness.
It's like.
A fire in anger.