Little Fordring's Fantasy Night: I Became the Ashbringer 28 Years Early and I'm Just Too Powerful!

Chapter 230 53. Little Fordring's Fantasy Night·I became Ashbringer 28 years in advance. I am so strong.

Stormwind Docks.

The port was crowded with civilians who were evacuating in panic. They looked at the burning city and the constant war cries and roars in horror. They knew that they must leave the city by boat immediately and go to Long Beach in Westfall for refuge.

Although there is also Riverpaw Gnoll causing chaos there, it is definitely much safer than Stormwind tonight.

The veterans and militiamen have been completely mobilized, and some men are bidding farewell to their wives and children, taking the initiative to go to the city above the dock to pick up weapons and join the team against Orcs and Gnoll.

All the ships in the port are in action. The kingdom's warships have aimed their guns at the city, and upon receiving instructions, they will launch salvos to block the approaching invaders. The merchant ships, troop transports and even fishermen's boats are constantly going back and forth between the beach and the pier of Westfall.

Fortunately, the two places are not too far away, otherwise the emergency transfer would not be completed at all.

Viewed from a high altitude, the war-torn city has been divided into two parts. Marshal Lothar led Warrior in front of the business district to resist Orcs and Gnoll who rushed into the city. King Together with Grand Duke, Harbor District formed the second line of defense. The mages gathered here provided abundant magic support for Harbor District, and the dwarf cannons mounted on Harbor District were also roaring continuously.

The intensity of the battle here is no worse than that of the battlefield ahead, and because Fenris Wolfbrother has personally led troops into the city, Orcs here is even more violent. The heavy infantry composed of the most brutal Felblood Orcs constantly attacks the battlefield, and the golems sent by Dalaran are also being rapidly destroyed.

Once these creations of steel and stone are finished, the king and his Warriors will have no choice but to top them with flesh and blood.

"The weird fall just now and the emergence of Holy Light at this time must be that the battle situation on Lothar's side has reversed! The silver moonlight above the head is also a bit strange, but Khadgar told me that it is Kaldorei's Moon Goddess magic.

We may have received unexpected reinforcements."

Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon has not fully recovered from his injury, but he will rush to King Llane, who is leading the guards on the ground, and say to his Majesty:

"You must lead Warrior and hold on here. Lothar The enemies who have cleared the city gate will come to support. I will lead the knights on a Charge.

Look there!"

Grand Duke pointed with his blood-stained gauntlet at the urban area connecting Harbor District and Mage Quarter, where SI:7's fireworks were rising, and he said hoarsely:

"The assassins under Master Pasonia found us the location of that damn Orcs Chieftain at the cost of their lives. I must risk a raid. If I can Execute him, then Harbor District's predicament will be solved."

"But how do you get there?"

Llane knew that his Grand Duke was determined to die. He held Bolvar's shoulders and said hoarsely:

"Orcs and Gnoll have packed this place tightly. The distance between Charge and Charge is not enough. The terrain of the city is too narrow, and the knights cannot rush out at all."

"Use teleport!"

Grand Duke pointed to the place where the magicians rested in the back, and said:

"Khadgar and Modera Grand Magus discussed a unique tactic. The two of them would open a portal on the dock leading to the inside of Mage Quarter. I led the knights to start Charge here. After rushing into the portal, they can directly enter the place where Fenris Wolfbrother is.

If you're lucky, Orcs's temporary headquarters can be taken away in one wave."

"You guys alone can't do it! Orcs over there are all elites, and there are also Sword Saint guards."

General Lirath took the quiver from her daughter and picked up an elf halberd. She said:

"I'll go with you. The rangers I brought suffered heavy casualties. If we don't Execute Green Skins Chieftain how can I pay homage to the heroic souls? We've already reached this stage!"

"We'll go too."

The elves Grand Magus behaved very generously at this moment.

The main reason is that Ranger General is going to fight hard. If they don't express their reputation, they don't need it.

But these guys are shrewd spellcasters after all. Aethas Sunreaver Grand Magus, who was wearing a battle helmet and a robe, looked around and whispered to King Llane:

"We will pay the price, but we will definitely kill that Green Skins Chieftain! If your city survives because of our efforts and sacrifices, then Quel'Thalas must at least get an artifact in return."

"How long has it been and you are still thinking about this?"

Royal Grand Magus Andomas, who crushed a piece of Mana Gem to replenish energy, scolded:

"You pointy ears are really crazy. Atiesh The holy staff must go through selection and inheritance. That is beyond our control. Ebony Chill If Marshal Lothar has no objection, then give it to you.

But Green Skins Chieftain must die! All Green Skins in the city must die too!"

"Deal!"

Sunreaver nodded with satisfaction.

General Lirath beside him didn't say much. It was her, Ranger General's, duty to ensure that the interests of the kingdom were guaranteed.

Not long after, the assassins who were likely to never return were ready in the wide area of the dock. Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon personally led the knights. Basically all the royal knights were here.

The elves also mounted their war horses and followed them.

"Sorry, Ms. Modera, because of some things before, I misunderstood you and made rude remarks that damaged your reputation. I am here to apologize to you."

King Llane said in a deep voice to the cold-faced Dalaran Grand Magus:

"I will make sure to formally apologize to you after the war is over."

"I still think you Stormwind are all a bunch of barbarians!"

Modera Grand Magus, who was very tired from constantly releasing magic, shook his head and said:

"But compared to the current situation, the personal loss of reputation is too insignificant. I will stay here and persist with this city until the last moment. This is my duty as Grand Magus. Your Majesty Llane, please hold on and hold on until victory.

Now, leave, we are going to cast a spell!"

"Keep other Warrior away from here."

Khadgar reminded seriously:

"To maintain the portal to a level that allows knights to pass through it at high speed requires a large amount of magic power. Once there is a problem, half of Harbor District may be blown up. Don't get close until we finish casting!

The front is left to you, Your Majesty."

"Hmm."

King Llane took a few steps back and expressed his respect to the mages who were casting spells in front of him.

"Are you coming, or am I coming?"

Modera Grand Magus glanced at Khadgar and she said:

"I heard that you learned a lot from Medivh?"

"Let me do it. You spent too much magic power teleporting civilians before."

Khadgar took the initiative to stand up. Under his command, more than a dozen mages formed a joint spellcasting formation and poured magic into his body. The heavy pressure made young Khadgar feel that his bones were buzzing.

But he gritted his teeth and held his Purple Fir Staff on the ground.

The mysteries of teleportation spells that Medivh taught him were rolling around in his mind, allowing him to shape them in a way that was different from the orthodox Teleportation Spell. Because Lady Aegwynn had torn apart the Stormwind space system before, the difficulty of shaping this teleportation gate was easier than Khadgar imagined.

Bolvar Grand Duke saw the Arcane Magic spinning in front of him forming an open portal.

He pulled down his mask behind him and spurred his horse forward, accumulating kinetic energy over a distance of several hundred meters, making the armored horse under his crotch move faster and faster.

He even saw several Green Skins barbarians on the opposite side looking at the strange magic door that suddenly opened beside them through the portal. A naive idiot reached out and tried to put it out. Not far away, there was a Orc Warlock shouting something in horror.

Bolvar even saw Fenris Wolfbrother!

The Orcs Chieftain who gave him a humiliating defeat under Tower of Azora was at the end of the grassland. Next to him were the bodies of several killed mages and assassins.

"Here I come, villain!"

Grand Duke said softly.

The next moment, like an arrow off the string, he rushed into the portal. He could clearly hear the sound of the space breaking, but he no longer cared.

"Bang"

The heavily armored knight who rushed out of the portal knocked Green Skins away, turning the guy into a flesh-and-blood cannonball and hitting the tower in the distance. When Fenris Wolfbrother put down the telescope and looked back, he saw his defeated general leading a fierce lone army into his temporary command post.

The wolves of Black Wolf God tried to stop them, but they could only be cut open layer by layer.

"Chieftain! Let's go!"

Warlord of the Thunderlord Clan grabbed the tomahawk and shouted:

"I'll stop them here!"

"Let's go? Where?"

Fenris sneered and said:

"The battlefield in front of the city was taken back by Lothar and those strange elves, and we are trapped here! It's hard to say whether this was their original plan, but it's crazy enough and exciting enough! It's like a beast in a trap, and now there is only the last way left for us.

What will the beasts do when faced with the hunter's sword and gun?"

He staggered onto his demon wolf beast, grabbed the golden Plunder Blade, and amid the roars of the Thunderlord Clan and Warrior, he said loudly:

"Warriors of Frostfire Ridge, follow me to face the enemy!"

"What are those humans doing on the dock? Why is the space shaking so violently?"

Above the clouds in the City of War, Lord Leshorn looked doubtfully at the position of Stormwind Docks, which had been mostly ignited.

It was supposed to attack Northshire Abbey with Zuluhed, but it noticed that its partners suffered heavy casualties on Stormwind's side, so it came over to check the situation on its own. Only when it came over did it find that almost all the demon dragons it had left here had been killed by Execute.

This made Lethon furious.

They follow His Majesty Eranikus and embrace Fel in order to save their own people. Depravity in the eyes of others is sacrifice in their eyes. Because of this, these dragons are very united.

But since entering Azeroth, his partners have died one after another, which makes Lord Leshorn unbearable.

If the blood of his companions is spilled on this damn city, then he will take over their pain and anger and completely destroy this city!

But it's not stupid.

After seeing Anti-Demon Crusade from ancient times appear here with his own eyes, Lethon realized that it had to take a smarter approach, and it noticed the space vibration of Harbor District.

It lurked past quietly and saw the knights passing through a large portal with an astonishing amount of magic power.

This amused the dragon.

These human mages are really "creative", but if portals can be used in this way, why has no one tried this in previous eras?

"Haha, the Weaver probably won't tell you what kind of disaster it will cause if such a huge magic power is rudely applied to the space system."

Lord Leshorn stared at the portal that was about to close. It spread its huge wings and flew down from the sky.

It's going to destroy that thing!

Once the magic power goes out of control, a big explosion will definitely tear apart the entire Harbor District, killing and tearing this place together with those stupid humans.

If their own people bleed here, they will naturally have to pay the price.

"Not good!"

Sylvanas, who was on alert at a high place, was the first to notice the dragon's attack. When she realized that the opponent's target was the dangerous portal, the second sister Windrunner immediately drew her bow and tried to stop it, but she had not yet grown into the powerful Ranger General she would be in the future. She fired several magic arrows in succession but could not stop the dragon's approach.

"Block it! Quick!"

The dwarf mage Millhouse Manastorm, who was injured before, waved his hands and screamed:

"Don't let it get close to the portal, or everyone will die!"

"Boom, boom, boom"

At one time, more than a dozen fireballs hit the sky, and Arcane Missiles and Frostbolt mixed among them converged this wave of magic attacks into a dangerous barrage. However, Lethon dodged and entered a strange "virtual" before being attacked, allowing the magic to fly high into the sky and burst into dazzling fireworks.

Even though it is no longer Dragon Aspects, it still remembers how to enter Emerald Dream.

Even though the dream plane no longer welcomed it and drove it out after a second, it was enough for Lord Leshorn to complete this fatal assault until a dwarf cannonball hit its head.

The huge impact caused the dragon's head to tilt, causing the deadly venom to fly out along Modera Grand Magus's body in a "swipe" manner, melting an entire piece of the ground.

Khadgar, who was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat, couldn't care less and threw it into the sky before it had time to dissipate the magic power. A huge amount of Arcane exploded as it took off, forming a circular shock wave like an invisible hand that knocked everyone in Harbor District to the ground.

The ringing in the ears and dazzling eyes are just normal. Those collapsed stone pillars and crumbling city walls represent what kind of disaster will happen if the magic dragon hits the portal just now.

Tirion Fordring, who fell from the sentry tower along with the dwarf cannon, tried to get up dizzy. It was he who fired the cannon at the critical moment to save everyone on the dock.

As a military nobleman of the Lordaron Kingdom, it is not difficult for the young Sir Fordring to control dwarf artillery. It is precisely because of his proficiency in bow and horse and his devout faith that he was assigned by King Terenas to escort Archbishop Alonsus Faol.

Sir Fordring didn't intend to be in the limelight, that's not his character, but he really couldn't watch a disaster unfold in this mourning city.

Especially after witnessing the legendary Holy Light miracle a few days ago, he was determined to fulfill his vow of faith in this city. Even though he was not a Stormwind Kingdom noble, he still had responsibilities to his compatriots.

But Sir Fordring's wonderful shot really caused him trouble.

When he climbed up from the rubble while rubbing his aching head, he saw a huge dragon head rising from the bottom of the pier. The yellow snake eyes filled with anger and hatred stared at him closely.

"Bugs!"

Lord Leshorn, which was also blasted into the sky by Arcane, would have a splitting headache, but it caught the "culprit".

It stared at the human Warrior, whose head was still bleeding, and used a classic dragon to take a deep breath to accumulate power. Then, under Sir Fordring's desperate gaze, the dragon's breath full of pollution and corrosiveness exploded in front of his eyes, completely turning the world in his eyes into darkness.

I'm done for myself.

His wife will definitely be very sad when she hears the news of his death.

He didn't even have time to leave a child, even though he and his wife had already named the child.

When the end came, Sir Fordring closed his eyes. He decided to welcome his end calmly. To die in such an epic war in such a way was not despair for a Warrior.

My name may be constantly rumored throughout Stormwind and the entire history of mankind.

"Have you had enough memories? Tirion Fordring."

A deep voice sounded in Sir Fordring's ears, making him open his eyes in surprise and found that he had not been melted into the vicious dragon's breath.

In front of his eyes, the holy blade falling from the sky turned into a golden barrier of light, blocking himself from the vicious breath and leaving him unharmed.

"Your brilliant will and protective courage have been seen by Holy Light. I designate you as "Stormwind's Ashbringer tonight" and allow you to hold the holy blade to slay demons and defend the way.

Go for it!

Hold it.

Become the punisher in my place, wield Holy Light, and practice your morality."

In the whisper of Diakum the Saint, Tirion Fordring took a breath. He looked at the holy blade floating in front of him waiting for him to hold. It was a giant blade with Draenei specifications, which was a bit too huge for humans.

However, compared to the negligible damage that ordinary weapons can cause to the evil dragon in front of you, such an extremely hot giant blade is more suitable for slaying the dragon!

"Buzz"

Fuding held Ashbringer without hesitation.

He was a devout believer, and he was a little disappointed that he failed to participate in the consecration during the war, but now, fate has given him a different opportunity in this city of war.

Holy Light loves the brave.

Ashbringer "lent" his holy power to Tirion Fordring, allowing him to be refined by the pure Holy Light, allowing the strong morality to condense into the body and become the golden wings of Avenging Wrath.

The compatibility between this guy and Holy Light is frightening!

His talent above Holy Light Force is not weaker than that of Yrel, and he can even compete with Vigilant who just woke up from Draenor.

Through Vigilant's "insight" and enlightenment, the moment Primal Light discovered this "good seedling", he generously opened up his glorious destiny for him.

"Evil dragon! Holy Light allow me to give you Judgment!"

Fuding's body is wrapped with astonishing light and heat.

He could feel his armor melting, he could feel the inexhaustible power surging in his body, and he could feel Holy Light whispering to him, asking him to do great things!

Amidst the deep roar, Fuding holding the holy blade rushed forward a few steps, jumped up amidst the cheers of countless Warriors, holding the holy blade in both hands, Lord Leshorn slashed out with a sword, Holy Light Burst shattered into hot Divine Storm and spread out, causing the painful dragon to flap its wings and rush into the sky.

It's scared.

It knows that a Holy Light Walker with terrifying talent was born among the humans of Azeroth.

It knows it must escape!

The Demon-Slaying Oath that comes with Ashbringer and the "Ashbringer" characteristics inherited from Vigilant are enough to kill it here. Just like those unlucky demons, once it dies here, it cannot return to Twisting Nether to be reborn.

I have carefully avoided Diakum under repeated reminders from Zuluhed, but I still can't avoid the sentence from Holy Light?

Ah, Eranikus, Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I am so incompetent that I still let you down.

In the cold sky, above the clouds, Fuding, holding the holy blade, clutched the dragon's horns tightly. He shouted the motto of Holy Light and slashed the hot holy blade down one after another.

The magic dragon was screaming, and the crackling sound of Gleam Holy Light was constantly heard above the clouds.

In the end, as King Llane watched with fierce fists, the demon dragon that almost killed everyone fell miserably towards the front of the city, and finally hit the commercial district like a meteorite under the beam of light that continuously released Holy Halo.

That torch is still burning, pointing the way for Stormwind's Warrior.

"It's time to fight back."

The king stood up from the defense line with his sword and shield in hand.

He looked at the ferocious Orcs in front of him. He stepped out, holding his sword and shield and started Charge. Behind him, the Warrior followed firmly.

They want to take back their city.

And under that light, Fuding, who was almost half killed by the falling dragon, coughed and dragged the holy blade out of the ruins where it fell to the ground. He saw Diakum the Saint who was maintaining the grand consecration ceremony in the light.

He immediately stood up straight, straightened his half-melted armor, patted the dust off his body, strode forward, held the holy blade in both hands and handed it over.

"Thank you for your support, Vigilant Saint. This city and I will be forever grateful for your rescue."

he whispered.

"It was you who saved yourselves with your courage. I'm just a nosy Warrior of Light passing by. How can I save you?"

Diakum in the light said warmly:

"Didn't I say that?

At least tonight, you are Stormwind's "Ashbringer". Before dawn, you can wield it to your heart's content to win glory and merit for yourself. Just think of it as a "reward" for seeing you being able to reverse your destiny with your own hands.

Then, "Dragonslayer"Tirion Fordring.

Go for it!

Raise your roaring war cry and lead your people to reclaim what you have not yet lost, but remember what is precious that is worth guarding and fighting for, and do not get lost in the light."