Stormwind saved.
Even though most of the city was set on fire, even though the business district was buried by temple ruins falling from the sky, and even though the city was filled with corpses still moving in a daze, the strong city survived.
When dawn was approaching, the Warrior and the militiamen in the city had already launched a spontaneous counterattack. The royal knights were dispersed and led their own Warrior. They eliminated Horde's Green Skins one by one.
The spellcasters also began to dispel the death Undead atmosphere in the city under the command of the Grand Maguss, trying to make those moving corpses fall down again.
However, Warrior's approach is more direct.
Some people hold torches and light them when they encounter out-of-control corpses blocking the road. The Holy Light of Paladin has a better purification effect on these lower-level Undead. Just chanting Holy Light and Gleam is enough to put the fragile zombies to rest. However, when encountering those elite individuals with deep resentments, they can only use "physical salvation".
For a time, the ashes in the city rose up, and the hot wind picked up by the burning flames blew away into the dark night before dawn.
Lothar drove the Horde pioneers out of the city. When the Warriors of Harbor District also came to join them, the human marshal took him away regardless of his own fatigue. As they go out of the city to pursue, no matter what, we must take advantage of tonight's big victory to take back the Goldshire and Crystal Lake areas, otherwise Stormwind will no longer have any strategic depth at all.
Fortunately, the death of Fenris Wolfbrother announced the collapse of the Wolf Riders. After the death of the Horde vanguard general appointed by Great Chieftain, there was no High Overseer To stand up and turn the tide, they could only retreat under the guidance of the wolves, and the remaining Chieftain Zuluhed, after receiving the news, held back their ecstasy and asked the pioneers to temporarily abandon Goldshire's stronghold.
That damn place was built on the Crossroads. The terrain was flat and there was no danger to defend it. Although Zuluhed didn't have the ability to lead an army, he at least knew that fighting with humans there would only result in losing lives in vain.
This guy was quite generous and sent all Dragonmaw Clan's flying dragons and the only two remaining demon dragons as well as several Death Knight under his command to cover Horde's retreat.
On the human side, because dawn was approaching and the spirits of the ancient warriors wanted to leave the world before the sun came up, they did not participate in the pursuit. Lothar's men were all exhausted and unable to pursue them. Therefore, after the two sides had a rough battle at Goldshire, the chaotic night finally calmed down.
The Warriors cheered on the ruins of the recovered Goldshire. They celebrated the difficult victory and vented the joy in their hearts.
However, Lothar cannot stay here for too long.
He had received news that Bolvar Fordragon Grand Duke was suspected of being killed in battle, but his body was missing. This reminded him of what happened to Gavinrad, and he had to rush back to Stormwind and King Llane to discuss the matter.
Lothar has a feeling that the number of dead and missing in Battle of Stormwind tonight definitely doesn't match up!
Some people were definitely "taken away" by that strange white wolf. Whether the kingdom wants to fight back or defend, these warriors must be found immediately, otherwise they will face the dilemma of having no available troops.
"What? You want me to command the Warriors here instead of you?"
In the Goldshire hotel that was ransacked by Orcs and left in a mess, Ms. Daenerys stared at the serious Lothar with wide eyes, and she said hoarsely:
"Are you crazy? I don't even have the rank of your Stormwind Kingdoms! Your Warriors won't recognize my authority to command."
"I just leave you to stabilize people's hearts. Everyone saw your bravery in tonight's battle. Many Warrior admired you and called you "Valkyrie of Stormwind". You led them to fight for most of the business district. It has long been a symbol of courage."
Lothar leaned on the holy sword and drank strong wine to moisten his thirsty throat, while explaining to Daenerys:
"The specific command is under the responsibility of Major Windsor. You only need to show up and inspire people these days. As for your appointment, I can write a letter of appointment to you now. Tell me, madam, what military rank do you want?"
"Ugh, boring."
Daenerys leaned against the fireplace and took out a piece of semen Spirit Fire to light the wood. She took out an elegant little wine bottle from her bag and took a sip from her mouth. She tilted her head and thought about it, then waved her hand and said:
"Colonel is enough. My merits are not enough to become a general. I don't want others to gossip about me, saying that I only gained a high position by relying on my relationship with you."
My military rank at Quel'Thalas Farstriders is also a school officer, so it's not too outrageous."
"Okay, Colonel Daenerys, Goldshire will be left to you and Major Windsor. Maybe Priest from Northshire will come over to hand over to you in the early morning. If the civilians in the monastery also need help, you can go there and take charge.
If Orcs or Gnoll attacks again, you know how to respond to them."
Lothar stood up, wiped the blood on his face, and said:
"I have to go back to the city quickly. I don't know if Llane is safe, but his martial arts skills are not as good as mine."
"Don't worry, that alien Saint did not participate in the whole battle, but he used all his nearly infinite holy power for rescue and treatment. Didn't you notice after he returned to the city?
Those Warrior who were chopped down were only seriously injured, and Holy Light protected them from death."
Daenerys sighed and said:
"That guy is the most powerful Paladin I have ever seen. Of course, before he arrived, Azeroth had almost no concept of "Paladin". I should probably suggest that Quel'Thalas send a group of Priest to learn from him.
If humans can become Paladin, then there is no reason why we elves can't."
"Send it, send it."
Lothar, who picked up his battle helmet, was happy when he heard this. After being exhausted from a night of fighting, he rarely joked:
"You'd better write a letter now and ask your Priests to come tomorrow. I hope that the more Warriors who come to help, the better. But you also remind our elf allies to be careful of Magic Plague."
The marshal reminded:
"That Saint said that the spread of Magic Plague throughout the world has become unstoppable."
"Well, be careful on the road."
Daenerys warned and watched Lothar dragging his tired body away. Then several Warrior were brought in by Major Windsor to tidy up the messy hotel. Now this place is the only one left in the town that can be used as a temporary headquarters.
"Get me something to eat, Adjutant."
Colonel Half Elf, who took office, waved his hands and said to Major Windsor:
"See if there is any food in the kitchen and prepare some breakfast for the Warriors outside."
A few minutes later, Major Windsor came over with a few apples, handed one to the Colonel, sighed and said:
"Green Skinss scraped the ground, and that's what I found. However, there is a small wharf for merchants near Crystal Lakes. I will take Warriors there later to see if we can get some food back. But, Colonel, what do you think of our marshal?"
Windsor pulled up a chair and sat by the fireplace, took out his pipe, winked and said:
"He's not bad, right?"
"What are you implying? Major."
Daenerys, who was chewing an apple, glared and scolded:
"Is this something you should be concerned about?
"You will be the empress of the empire in the future!"
Windsor Major said seriously:
"Maintaining a good relationship with you is the secret to a successful official career. This is what Gavinrad General taught me, Gavinrad General."
The major fell silent.
He blew out a smoke ring and whispered:
"Stormwind has been beaten to pieces. The next days will definitely be difficult."
"Don't be so pessimistic. If the kings of Green Skins and Northern Borderlands don't want to see these violent beasts rushing into their territory, they will definitely find ways to help you."
Daenerys waved his hand, gnawed most of the apple, and threw the rest into the plate. He took out the elves' magic rations from his pocket and threw it to his adjutant, while saying:
"If the city is destroyed, it will be destroyed. As long as people are still there, you will be able to build a more magnificent city sooner or later. I believe that Stormwind will become the center of the Eastern Continent! Yes, it will be a City of Faith, a city of victory and a city of courage.
I believe this city will stand forever!
Go ahead and give these military rations, which are bland but filling, to the Warriors to fill their bellies. This is magic food. After swallowing, it will replenish energy and satiety. Just take one piece per person. If you eat too much, you will be stuffed to death.
Huh?
How many slices have you eaten?"
Major Windsor, who was putting the third piece of elf biscuit into his mouth, looked embarrassed, then his expression changed, he held his stomach and rushed to the toilet outside the hotel.
Well, he won't be "free" for at least a few hours.
"Bolvar is dead? Did you see it with your own eyes?"
In Stormwind Keep, King Llane placed his sword and shield under the throne and stared at Ranger General in front of him.
The latter nodded with a heavy face, and placed the Orcs head in his hand on the king's table. The ferocious look of Fenris Wolfbrother before his death was fully reflected on his face, and his eyes filled with unwillingness and helplessness were enough to scare every coward.
But the king felt nothing but sadness and anger.
Although Bolvar Fordragon was not a companion who grew up with him, the Fordragon family has been loyal and loyal for generations, following the ancestors of Wrynn. Bolvar is the only son of their family's generation. His death in Stormwind means that this ducal family will be extinct tonight.
His kingdom lost another important figure.
"Just leave me alone for a moment, everyone."
The king could not hide the sadness in his heart. The fatigue caused by a night of mental stress made Llane speak intermittently. Ranger General had also lost his comrades. She could understand Llane's mood and left with her daughter.
Not long after, the little prince was sent back by Yrel.
Varian's clothes were in tatters and stained with blood. If he didn't say it, no one would think that this child was a prince. He looked too much like a little monkey rolling in a mud puddle.
There is still a bandage on his arm. It was an injury he accidentally sustained while following sister Yrel to kill Orcs.
But there was no grievance on Prince's face. On the contrary, he raised his head proudly as if he had received his first medal and walked into the hall where his father was, wanting to show his growth to his father.
Then, before he could speak, he saw his father stand up and rush over, caressing his head nervously to check his injuries, and then held him in his arms with a rare emotion out of control.
"I'm fine, Dad."
Varian I don't know why Father King is so rude.
He even felt King Llane's tears dripping into his neck. He patted his father's shoulder and whispered:
"I killed nine Green Skins tonight, which is more powerful than you and Lothar did back then."
"Yeah, six out of the nine picked my head off."
Yrel complained in a low voice beside him, making the little prince blush slightly, but Yrel was busy protecting Saint, so she did not disturb the meeting between father and son. She took a look at this actually touching scene, walked away wagging her tail, and then heard King Llane behind her saying to his son:
"Do you still remember the story I told you? After Stormwind defeated Gnoll, your grandfather got drunk, hugged me and Lothar and cried, saying that letting children go up the city wall is what a failed king would do.
Sorry, Varian.
I am a failed father and a failed king."
"No, you are not."
Varian held his father's hand and said to his father seriously:
"I became a Warrior tonight. I know that fighting is difficult, but no matter how hard I try, I can only save one or two people. You always told me before that there is a difference between Warrior and a king, but I learned tonight that being a good king is much harder than being a good Warrior."
You led us to win this battle!
The Green Skinss didn't kill us. I don't think even if the other kings of Northern Borderlands come over, they won't be able to do better than you."
The comfort from his son made Llane laugh out loud with tears in his eyes. The sorrow and loss in his heart were swept away at this moment. His heart was filled with joy. He stood up and took his son to the throne. He pointed to the Orcs head on the table and said:
"This is the chief of the greenskins! He was killed by Archduke Bolvar. Bolvar saved us and this city. We must always remember this victory and this desperate battle tonight. Varian, you must prevent your people from falling into such a situation in the future."
"Well, this guy is so ugly!"
Varian clenched his fists and glared at Fenris's ferocious head.
He is not afraid of him!
But neither the king nor the prince noticed that something was "moving" in their shadows. At the moment Llane was about to sit back on the throne, the cold sword light hidden in it finally lit up. With the flowing black hair flying, Kargath Bladefist broke out of the shadow and stabbed Llane in the back with the ferocious fist blade in his hand.
He threw out Heartseeker Throwing Knife with his other hand, hitting the rushing royal guard in the middle. The powerful guard turned over and fell in the blood spattering.
But the most assured assassination attempt failed.
The moment Kargath appeared, two figures emerged from the king's side, one on the left and one on the right.
Parsonia Shawl waved his sword to block Kargath's fist blade that was cutting through the king's armor. Garona flew up and kicked Llane on the waist, kicking the tired king and the little prince out together.
Llane also responded very quickly.
The moment he flew out, he picked up Varian and held him in his arms, turning himself into a shield to protect his son.
After the two landed, they rolled up and saw three assassin masters in front of them, fighting in a mass of shadows. If they wanted to assassinate the king, they would definitely not be able to attack alone. Therefore, at the same time as Kargath attacked, Shattered Hand Clan's brutal assassins sprang out everywhere in Stormwind Keep, fighting together with the exhausted guards who had been fighting all night.
Kargath's target was only Llane, but his continuous sprints were blocked by two tough opponents.
Pasonia It's not bad.
This human assassin is not beyond what Kargath can handle, but Garona is very dangerous. This half-Orcs is far from reaching its limit. However, the two Kingslayer daggers in her hands make Kargath have to treat it carefully.
Once the poison in this thing is stained, there is basically no cure for it in Azeroth.
What's worse is that Garona was trained in the Shattered Hand Clan's gladiatorial arena. She is very familiar with the fighting methods of Shattered Hand assassins. She can judge Kargath's action trajectory first every time, and she continues to output "trash talk" to interfere with Kargath's thinking.
"You coward! Wait until Diakum the Saint's Holy Light is gone before you dare to show up! There is no place for you to hide under that light, you bullshit Draenor's number one assassin! I think calling me the number one coward is enough."
Kargath is unmoved.
His eyes were fixed on Llane. When he saw the king holding a sword and shield protecting his son and about to retreat into another room, Shattered Hand Chieftain realized that this was his last chance.
After taking a glance at the battlefield, he decided on the plan.
The next moment, he no longer dodged Pasonia's sword, turned around and attacked with a fierce Mutilate Strike to force Garona back. Then he used Killing Spree to escape into the shadows, using several guards within the attack range as jumps. After killing four times, he finally jumped into the shadow of King Llane.
The fist blade was swung and slashed towards the king. Amidst Varian's exclamations, the loyal Pasonia used Shadow Step to jump over and meet him head-on.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Pasonia's left hand, which was making a fist in front of the king, was cut off at the wrist, but her Blade of Raking was like the fatal bite of a poisonous snake, cutting the sharp blade into Kargath's arm, and with the last force, she cut off the blade fist together with Orcs's magnificent wrist.
This fatal strategy of exchanging injuries for injuries shocked Varian, who in a flash pushed his father out to try to save him.
However, the next second, he saw Kargath's eyes looking towards him.
As if Orcs didn't feel any pain, he backed up lightly and threw an emerald crystal-like flying knife with his backhand, whizzing towards Varian's eyes, but finally landed on the "assassination target".
Llane threw his child down, and the price was a flying knife hitting his back.
Everything is according to Kargath's plan.
He couldn't complete the assassination in a short time while the two master assassins were fighting like mad dogs, but he could make Llane take the knife willingly!
Amidst Garona's angry screams, Kargath looked back at her with a sneer, and made a Shattered Hand Clan gesture to her with his remaining hand, which meant "Rookie, learn how to do it."
Although it is impossible for such a small dagger to pierce the heart through armor, the style of the flying knife shows that this thing is definitely poisonous.
It's a pity that tonight he actually had many good opportunities to complete the assassination of Llane or Lothar. It was all because of that damn Holy Light that kept shining on the city. Diakum gave his light to every Warrior in the city, leaving assassins like Kargath with nowhere to hide.
The moment he escaped into the shadows, Kargath quickly wrapped the broken arm with clothes.
The pain was severe, stimulating his nerves like needles,
But it was this kind of pain that made Kargath Bladefist feel alive, just like in Highmaul's arena, he cut his wrists in this way to break free from the shackles.
Llane might survive.
After all, that guy is Paladin, and Holy Light won't let him die like this.
However, in this defeat of Horde, this is all that he can do. It is more like venting his anger after a failure than a strategic assassination. After all, what an assassin can do is limited. Things that cannot be obtained on the battlefield are also difficult to obtain with an assassin's blade.
But no matter what, War Horde's battle in Stormwind is over, and it's time for him to go to the Azeroth most terrifying Blackrock Mountain arena to meet the gladiators in this world.
Well, I hope they can be more powerful and let themselves find the "passion" they had back then.
"Don't touch! The poison has entered your bones."
The royal guards rushed to save the king, but were stopped by a polite voice.
Everyone turned around and saw a beautiful and mysterious big owl flapping its wings and flying into the hall from the garden, transforming into an elf Archdruid holding a wooden staff.
The latter quickly stepped forward, half-knelt in front of the king to check his injuries, and then called on the power of nature to remove the poison from the king.
After a while, Archdruid shook her head solemnly and said to the person looking at her:
"It is not a poison of this world, and there is no cure for it; it comes from nightmares, born of hatred and resentment; the way to save life is to be found in emerald."
"What did she say?"
The pale-faced royal intelligence officer turned to look at Garona, who shook his head in confusion and said:
"It seems like a riddle. Damn it! What time has it been? Stop telling riddles. Please, pointy ears, speak up!"
"Don't embarrass Master Aleriece Raevella. Followers of God K'un-Lai always speak in this tone. This is their tradition."
A black-haired elf who followed Archdruid explained awkwardly:
"What the master means is that the poison on your king comes from a variant of the green dragon toxin Emerald Dragonflight. This poison involves the power of dreams and cannot be removed with detoxification. Now you must seek help from the Emerald Dragons.
And you have to hurry!"
She glanced at the unconscious king and whispered:
"The problem with his body being protected by Holy Light is not a big deal. The main reason is that his spirit is trapped in the nightmare. If he is separated from the body for too long, he will be disabled even if he wakes up. You may not have heard of it, but those dangerous creatures in nightmares are quite cruel."