Chapter 494 33. Under the Battle Standard of the Highlanders, Thorbeinn is marching
"Archbishop! Stromgarde Something strange appears on the front line! Send Lightforged War Mech quickly!"
Captain Fariya's report sounded on Exodar's navigation console, making Neri, the commander, blink his eyes in surprise.
She did not think that Lightforged War Mech would need to appear due to the intensity of the battle with Stromgarde, but a veteran like Fareeya would never misreport military information, so Neri decisively agreed to the request.
After giving the order, she rushed to the lookout window of the navigation station to look down, and then discovered those "strange things."
Those are some magical machines!
Almost at the same time that Lothar's Burning Legion entered the inner city, the "Gundam attack" ejection method from below the devil's tower sent these things into battlefields throughout the city.
They smashed into the scorched place like Fel meteorites, and then stretched out their bodies in the mechanical rhythm.
Made of magic steel, with a burly body, the Fel engine is charged, and is equipped with a series of frenzied siege weapons by the Burning Legion. The dark green flames symbolize the anger of Fel, and the evil flames ejected from the mechanical cracks on its heavy body are enough to instantly melt the armor and body.
Neri saw with his own eyes a demonic creation crashing into the battlefield outside the city. When it landed, the Fel melt cannon in his hand fired for the first time, destroying a group of Charge's heavily armored knights.
More importantly, these magical mechanical creations always give people a very familiar feeling.
"It's our Lightforged War Mech!"
The Archbishop cursed:
"The shameless demons stole our Art of War, and they forged these Fel machines just to deal with Army of the Light's heavily armed force, damn it!"
"Felsteel Annihilators, what a classic look."
Diakum on Golden Throne accurately named this thing.
He stared at the high-speed rotating melt cannon on Felsteel Annihilators's arm, and saw the disassembled steel claws on the other hand of these mechanical creations easily tearing apart the dwarf's Steam Tank.
Seventh Legion made a very correct response. Faced with the carnage and destruction of Felsteel Annihilators everywhere, the commanders chose to attack with heavy artillery. But these demonic things are very maneuverable, and they are equipped with Fel engines that allow them to fly short distances.
It's really hard for cannonballs to hit them.
"Do you have to use this level of war weapons when facing humans? This Burning Legion is really getting better and better. What you are facing is not a "Humanoid Gundam" like Huln Highmountain. What are you afraid of?
I have already said that I will not participate in today's war, how can I be so cowardly?"
Vigilant complained:
"But I guess Burning Legion's "Apocalypse Engineer" and Golganneth must have made more dangerous gadgets, but they were not equipped for Stromgarde's battlefield."
"This just shows that they value Azeroth."
Neri frowned and said:
"I think the next time the demons attack it will definitely not be just a "little fight" like Polluter. Maybe they will also use Fel starships to cooperate with this kind of war machinery to advance on the ground. The war situation is really not optimistic.
Well, now I seem to understand why you want Goblin and the dwarf to crack Titan Technology as soon as possible.
Facing the "mechanized troops" of the Burning Legion, the overall strength of the current Azeroth is really not good enough. If they confront each other head-on, thirty Felsteel Annihilatorss are enough to destroy the Seventh Legion that Lothar has worked so hard to build."
"You are underestimating the hidden potential of Azeroth."
Diakum does not support this argument.
He had no intention of getting up and participating in the battlefield. Felsteel Annihilators was not enough to make Vigilant take action.
As the Lightforged War Mech equipped on Exodar were put on the battlefield, those Felsteel Annihilators were quickly blocked. The two had the same positioning, and their body shape and attack methods were similar.
As a result, the battlefield at this time presented an outrageous scene of magic and heavy artillery roaring, knights and demons fighting, and Holy Light mechas and Fel Reaver colliding.
The style of painting was suddenly transferred from the world of high magic to fantasy technology, and then the world-famous paintings of "Barbarians dismantling mechas" and "Hand-torn Gundam" that Diakum was obsessed with appeared.
Danath·Thorbeinn used Arbiter Heavy Cannon of Lightforged War Mech to cover, driving Dragon Qilin close to Felsteel Annihilators, he unleashed the power of Barbarian Lord and slashed forward, using the edge of Thorbeinn's ancestral battle ax to remove the giant dismantling claw of Fel Reaver.
The brave general went around the battlefield, killing the demons who tried to stop him along the way, and then launched another Charge attack.
The Felsteel Annihilators happened to be knocked over by Lightforging Mech, and just as it stood up staggeringly to activate the engine and fly into the air, Danath approached with a heroic leap, and Barbarian Lord Battleaxe roared down in his hand, hitting Felsteel Annihilators's hideous head.
But for machines, the head is just a "decoration", and a "big shot" like Danath obviously won't understand.
His poor choice of beheading got himself into trouble.
Felsteel Annihilators did not stop moving after its head was chopped into pieces. Instead, it rushed into the air with Danath lying on its body, and then smashed crookedly into the other end of the city.
It was like a falling meteorite, dragging a long green tail flame that looked very environmentally unfriendly, and smashed into a city fortress besieged by demons.
It directly smashed through two floors and dragged General Danath into the ground.
Barbarian Lord stood up in a daze. As soon as he picked up the tomahawk, Fel Reaver, who was paralyzed behind his back, exploded. The terrifying high-temperature flames swept him in and then exploded, causing Danath to smash into the wall and fall to the street outside.
The long and handsome hair and majestic beard that he managed to grow were all burned away! The horse rider became bald again!
The attacks of these demons are so vicious!
This unintentional embarrassment made Danath, who was still on fire, scream and roll several times to extinguish the flames on his body, but Felsteel Annihilators also had a "demon pilot", and the mecha exploded, but it survived.
The red-skinned Man'ari Warrior rushed out of the burning ruins dragging a demon sword, threw himself on Danath, and screamed to behead the human general.
The other party's ferocious expression was full of anger and madness, and Danath also roared that he wanted to kill this devil kid here.
The wrestling between the two did not last long before a low gunshot was heard, and a fatal bullet was shot from the back of the Man'ari demon's head, exploding its skull and splashing disgusting demonic blood all over Danath.
He kicked the headless corpse away, jumped up with his battle ax, and looked forward.
Garin Thorbeinn, who is driving Dragon Scale's horse, is standing in this battlefield under the protection of several Dragonborn. He is also holding a quite exquisite Dwarven Firearm decorated with dragon teeth as a bayonet in his hand.
"It's really strange."
Garin had a unique smile on Gleam's face that was 70% similar to King Thoradin but younger. He looked at Danath·Thorbeinn who "fell from the sky" and said in a cold voice:
"Cousin, why did you come to my battlefield? Are you conveying some message to the ambitious Lothar?"
"I didn't know you were here."
Danath wiped the black ash on his face and said in a low and embarrassed voice:
"I only know that you took Dragonborn into Stromgarde. I don't know where you are specifically. It seems that you are trapped here?"
"Siege? No! We are taking back the city!"
Garin bared his teeth, pointed around and said:
"The entire nearby city is in my hands, and my loyal knights and I are preparing to carry out a decapitating strike on the inner city controlled by the devil.
Are you here to disturb the situation at this time?
What qualifications do you have to step into the royal capital of the Stromgarde people? This is my city, Danath! Let Lothar get out, Arathi people can take back his city without your help."
"Are you serious?"
General Danath sighed and said:
"It has been four days since you led the knights into the city, but you have only captured three blocks. You still took advantage of the demonic chaos caused by our attack to achieve such results.
I can tell by the injuries on your body that you and your Dragonborns have been besieged by demons before we came in!
Recognize the reality, Garin.
If you throw a person like you into the current Stromgarde, you won't even be able to make a splash, unless every Dragonborn under your command is a Warrior like Grom Hellscream!"
Garin did not answer.
The Dragonborn Warrior around him all wore heavy battle helmets and could not see their faces or expressions, but Danath noticed that although these Dragonborn were wearing Lordaeron style battle armor, the shirts they wore still belonged to the Stromgarde Kingdom.
In addition, Garin, as a foreign prince who surrendered to Lordaeron, had to return to Stromgarde with an army of no more than 2,000 people when the two sides went to war.
This is definitely a confusing operation.
If he is really the vanguard sent by King Terenas to recover Stromgarde, he cannot have only such a few people under his command, so the truth is actually obvious.
"You and Terenas had a falling out?"
Danath said:
"You brought your knights back to your hometown? You are no longer the battle order commander of Lordaeron Dragonborn. No wonder you fought so miserably.
But why don't you come to me? Garin!
You clearly know that my Warrior is stationed on Thoradin's Wall, and as long as you send a letter, I will pick you up immediately, but you insist on wasting our Warrior's precious lives on a recovery that is simply impossible to complete.
Do you really know what you're doing?"
Garin Thorbeinn still doesn't answer.
This stubborn attitude of non-cooperation angered Danath. He roared, picked up his battle ax, and strode towards Prince Garin who was riding a Dragon Scale war horse.
The two Dragonborn guards tried to stop them, but Danath punched them down one by one with Barbarian Lord's fists.
Dragonborn has indeed obtained the power of the black dragon, but this thing also raises the lower limit of human Warrior to the point where it can fight with low-level demons like Demon Guard. If you want to truly obtain strong combat power, you still need constant polishing and a certain amount of talent.
"Tell me! Garin, what did you and Terenas talk about? What requirements did he make of you that made you and him break up?"
Danath swung his battle ax, but Garin blocked it with Dragonborn Black Sword.
The majestic Dragon Scale war horse screamed. Barbarian Lord's power was so exaggerated that even the dragon's blood-enhanced war horse couldn't bear it. It raised its hoof and wanted to kick Danath, but the general grabbed his neck and threw him to the ground.
Garin also flew out in embarrassment, and spread its dragon wings in the air to land safely.
He raised Dwarven Firearm in his hand, aimed at Danath, and said loudly:
"Get out of my territory! Danath, I am the prince of Stromgarde. I have the right to inherit the territory left by Father King. Stromgarde is mine. You, the devil and Lothar must get out!"
"Who are you ordering?"
Danath sneered and launched Charge. The bullets flew towards him but he dodged them sideways.
This is the basic skill of the powerful Warrior. The lightning reflex makes it difficult for them to be hit by bullets. Not to mention that Garin is not an outstanding hunter and can predict the bullet that will hit it.
The ferocious Charge almost knocked away the prince of Stromgarde, but with his different status, he naturally received more care. The power of Dragonborn was obviously developed more deeply in him.
With a roar, Garin pressed his feet into the broken ground, blocked Danath's Charge with Black Sword, then raised his head and sprayed out scorching Shadowflame, almost being burned into "Captain Flame Head" by Danath.
The general retreated.
He stared at Garin. During the release of power, black dragon Dragon Scale appeared on his cousin's cheeks and neck. There were even weird horns on his forehead that pierced the skin and grew out.
Garin's eyes changed from human eyes to Dragonborn's snake pupils, and hot fire covered his wings, and flowed on the weapons as Black Sword was raised.
He is already a high-level Dragonborn.
According to those Dracthyrs, human beings are basically hopeless after being alienated by the filthy dragon's blood to this extent. It is only a matter of time before Garin's thinking is corroded by the chaos inherent in the black dragon and turns into a madman.
But this is not irreversible.
As long as the corrosion in the body is cleaned, Garin can at least maintain a little sanity.
"You turned yourself into a monster."
Danath sighed and said:
"I guess, Terenas wants you to identify with his empire as Stromgarde crown prince, and maybe he wants you to write the letter of credence with your own hands, so you fell out with him, right?
You are not willing to hand over the legal authority of Stromgarde to the Mad King who is Overmind by ambition and power.
So, you took your knights back to your hometown and came back as monsters. You launched this desperate battle, but each of you knew very well that you could not survive Stromgarde.
Am I right?
You are not here to regain lost ground.
You are here to die! There is no other way."
"Shut up! Shut up!!! This is the royal capital of Stromgarde, this is the territory of Trollbane family, we are the glorious Arathi people, we are bleeding with the blood of Ignacious, and we will never surrender to the ridiculous rule of Menethil or Wrynn."
Garin roared.
He flapped his dragon wings and rushed towards Danath. The dragon fire spurted from his mouth burned all the way, intending to burn the "traitor" in front of him to death on the battlefield.
But he is not a good Warrior.
The infinitely powerful Shadowflame was completely unable to harm Danath in his hands. The latter pulled away after several consecutive rolls, then rounded Trollbane Battleaxe and smashed it towards Garin.
The roaring Barbarian Lord Battleaxe flew over like lightning and accurately cut into the root of Garin's wings, which was the common weakness of all "winged creatures".
Garin, who was hit hard, screamed and fell to the ground, and then Danath jumped on him and hit his nostrils with a heavy punch.
Dracthyr said that Dragonborn are imperfect creations. They are just enhanced versions of humans. They actually have the shortcomings of humans.
Garin wanted to spit out dragon fire, but Danath punched him in the lungs, interrupting his ability to take a deep breath. The general held his mouth shut and let the dragon fire explode in his mouth.
This blow made Garin's eyes widen, and then black smoke spurted out from the bleeding nostril.
Although he is already a powerful Dragonborn, he is still as fragile as before when facing his cousin. His cousin can lead people to regain his father's city, but he can only be trapped here and be beaten by the devil.
This made the unwillingness in Garin's heart become even crazier, as if the last string had been broken.
He's crazy.
He waved the dragon claw that pierced his gauntlet, wanting to take Danath to death with him, but was beaten back by the general with three punches and two kicks. Danath could end his cousin's life now, but looking at Garin's tearful red eyes, he really couldn't do it.
He actually knows very well that Garin has been living in his shadow since he was a child.
Although he is a prince, King Thoradin has always favored the brave and resourceful Danath as the successor to the throne. Garin has been trying his best to show his ability. However, the fall of Stromgarde made him lose all hope.
But Garin still had the final insistence.
Faced with King Terenas's coercion and inducement, Garin chose the most direct way of resistance.
He did not betray his country for glory!
This alone is enough for Danath to show mercy to his cousin, but now Garin is obviously out of control, and he may have been forced into a desperate situation.
This was his last vent.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Commodore Daenerys's scolding sound came from a distance. Danath, who was constantly dodging Garin's attacks, turned around and saw the elder flying towards him like an arrow. He raised Tok'karar Holy Sword in his hand. When he landed on the ground and bombarded him, he raised his knife and cut off Garin's wings. He then picked up the opponent's neck and threw him out.
"That's Garin!"
Danath shouted:
"That's my brother, he's no longer a threat!"
"Pa"
A slap hit Danath on the face.
Daenerys struck so hard that bloody broken teeth flew out of Danath's mouth. She scolded:
"The soldiers are killing the enemy with blood! Every demon in the city wants to strangle us. Is this the time for you to play games with him here?"
Get out, lead your troops, and continue to break forward!
Lothar needs your support over there. Today Stromgarde must recover. If something goes wrong because of your stupidity, I will definitely strangle you to death with my own hands!"
"Garin did not betray his country and seek glory. He brought his knights back here just to die here. He did not discredit Trollbane family's remaining dignity."
Danath picked up the battle ax and said to his elders:
"Don't kill him! He's not a monster, he's just deceived."
"Go ahead."
Daenerys waved his hand feebly and walked towards his junior in the area close to the inner city.
Danath turned around and looked at the tired and injured Dragonborn people around them.
There was some kind of anger in his eyes Gleam, and he said loudly:
"Prince Garin brought you back just to recover this city! I don't care what you have become, as long as you still identify yourself as Arathi people, follow me to the battlefield. In the name of Thorbeinn, this city must be recovered today!"
"General, we are Dragonborn, we have become the monster in your mouth."
A major who lost his left arm came forward and said with some shame:
"Can we still fight with you like this?"
"Dragonborn What's wrong? Lift your head!"
Danath cursed:
"Marshal Lothar admits that Dragonborn and the werewolves are all subjects of the empire! We will solve the troubles you are facing, but this requires your active cooperation. Who you are is not determined by your appearance, idiot!
Follow me.
Now that you have power, you should use it wisely. The devil is outside.
If you kill one demon, you are a qualified Arathi Warrior. If you can kill ten demons, you are a Stromgarde warrior! If you can capture the ancient capital for mankind, you are the hero of the empire!
Don't let this city down, don't let down Garin's final determination.
We are the proud Arathi people, we will fight on the land of our ancestors until we win, even if we go to hell because of this, we will become the most ferocious ghosts!"
After saying that, he picked up the Arathi Battle Standard that fell in the ruins, tied it behind his back, and strode out of the street.
The major looked blankly at the bloody Battle Standard that was raised in the war, and then pulled out the Black Sword from behind with one arm. He said hello, and the Dragonborns in the surrounding ruins followed suit one after another.
At the end of the block, among the ruins of the collapsed wall, Daenerys took off his helmet and shook his long hair.
She bent down and pulled the muttering Garin up from the ruins.
"I tried. I wanted to borrow troops to regain Stromgarde. He asked me to drink dragon's blood, which I did. He asked me to hand over my country, and asked me to recognize him as the emperor on behalf of Trollbane family.
Me.
i can't do that
He is not our emperor!"
Garin was stunned now. Perhaps the impact of despair and the corrosion of filth made his mind go crazy.
He was sobbing in Daenerys's arms.
He said:
"I am the prince of Stromgarde. I want to uphold the legal system of Thorbeinn. I am the king of this city the One. Auntie? Is that you? Are you here to help me regain the city? I knew you were a trustworthy elder!
You are the "backbone" of our Trollbane family and our backer.
Help me regain the city, and then you will be the queen!
I can just continue to be a useless prince."
"Stromgarde is about to be recovered, Garin."
Daenerys stretched out her fingers to stroke the ferocious Dragon Scale on Garin's face, and she whispered:
"But you need to rest, you are already very tired, rest, Stromgarde will not fall again."
"I tried really hard but I really can't compare to Danath. I'm not as powerful as him, and I'm not as brave as him. I'm not as good as my cousin. I'm a loser who can't even protect my father's grave."
Garin cried very miserably, with bright red bloody tears left in the corners of his eyes.
This embarrassing gesture made Daenerys clench her fists. She looked at the Fel Tower and said:
"My aunt will take you to see your father right now, don't cry! Follow me, we have to fight all the way in, Thoradin, he has been waiting for you."
PS:
Felsteel Annihilators and Lightforged War Mech are as follows: