Azeroth’s Death Track

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The siege of Lordaeron has been going on for a whole day!

The orcs used crude siege equipment to frantically shoot stone bombs towards the solid walls of Lordaeron, but they could not destroy the solid walls of Lordaeron at all. Their troops were mad by the artillery bombardment by humans on the walls. In the massacre, just one morning, the orcs lost more than 3,000 people!

This shows the madness of the siege warfare, and in the afternoon, when Chief Orgrim returned with the Orcish guard of the Alterac Mountains, the morale of humanity was devastated!

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

Siege artillery!

Alterac's cowards not only gave Lordaeron's lifeline to the orcs, but also the artillery that was originally bought from the dwarf city Ironforge and was originally used for positional defense. When the orcs rudely manipulated the artillery The moment the artillery bombarded the masonry of the city walls, the orcs with low morale went crazy again.

Thousands of orc warriors erected a ladder in the almost no-cost artillery bombardment, and climbed the walls of Lordaeron for the first time.

"Aoao Aoao! Humans! Die!"

The flaming blade saints jumped on the city wall and waved their swords in their hands. The orc martial arts masters were crimson, and they slaughtered the human soldiers who were attacked, and behind them, the orc warriors rushed one by one. Up the city wall.

"Get them off!"

Human Marshal Gathris roared and rushed up with his heavy sword. A sword slashed the orc warrior in front of him. He wore golden armor and his face was firm. Although he was not a Paladin, his force was definitely not inferior to these. Orc Juggernaut, under the leadership of this brave and fearless commander, the brave man of the human defenders made people point out.

They used their lives to drive down the orcs who had climbed the walls.

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

After 2 hours, the orcs stopped their offensive, and under the original glorious walls, the bodies of humans and orcs were already piled up, and the **** smell of disgusting fluttered in the air of Lordaeron, no matter what Whether it is a human or an orc, you can feel that the anger of this battlefield is devouring every life that enters it.

But even so, they cannot step back!

"Wow wow wow"

In the collision of the armor, the **** Marshal Gatheris quickly walked into the king's court. Although the royal attendants were calm, there were still uncoverable worries and panic on the face, but the old man sitting on the throne The king has no fear, he wears ceremonial armor, and his head of the bodyguard holds the sword for the king.

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

Although it didn't do much... he was old, he was no longer a warrior.

"His Majesty!"

Field Marshal Gathrese knelt on the ground and gave a glance at the old king. The latter waved his hand, and the guards in the hall left the palace one by one. The fatigue on Gathris's face only appeared.

"Your Majesty, the orcs brought artillery and enough ammunition, and we can still persist, but with such casualties, we may not be able to persist for a few days."

"I just received a letter from the mages."

The old king rubbed his forehead, and he reached out to correct his crown. For an old man, the crown was a little heavy. He whispered:

"Master Antonidas is leading the six-member council against the orcs, and they are also playing very hard, and Lothar is commanding the frontline army to return as much as possible. We need to support for at least 2 days! Can we do it? Gathris!"

"I dare not guarantee the time! Your Majesty!"

Marshal Gathris said in a deep voice: "But I can guarantee that before I fall, an orc will not want to enter Lordaeron! I will defend my country and my king with my life!"

"Yea, very good!"

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

"Gathris, you are my most trusted marshal, I am now hesitating whether to send Kalia and Arthas out of the city..."

This sentence gave the Marshal a heartbeat, which was actually the purpose of his coming to see the King. He could not guarantee that Lordaeron would survive the orc’s violent attack, but as a Marshal, he must consider for his country. In this case, it is obviously a very wise decision to send the heir to the throne to a dangerous place.

So after a few seconds, Gathris nodded:

"If you feel it is necessary, Your Majesty, I can send the elite knights to **** Her Royal Highness Princess and Prince to leave, as well as Prince Varian of the Storm Kingdom, also to be sent away to Gilneas or a safer Chur Tiras, I believe that His Majesty Greymane and His Majesty Dai Lin will do everything to protect them."

"Kul Tiras is a good choice."

King Terenas hesitated, and he said again:

"But Prince Kel'thas of Quel'Thalas also sent his attendants to come. He declared that he and his father would do their best to protect my children. The war in Quel'Thalas was over. , And they succeeded in defeating the defeat, the children are less likely to stay there."

"Elf?"

There was a trace of disgust in the eyes of Marshal Gathress, and he said in a deep voice: "Excuse me, Your Majesty, the elves are not to be trusted! They are not humans, they lack compassion!"

"This is also my worry."

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

"Then let me send my children to Kul Tiras! Muradin, the dwarf prince who served as a special envoy in Lordaeron. Bronzebeard assured me that he would protect my children and silver The Grand Knight of the Hand Knights, Dan Dasshan, and the Archmage of Dalaran, Ms. Modra, have set up a teleportation circle in the Kirin Tor camp on Lake Lordan, that will be the children’s journey The end point, as for the other entourage, it is up to you to choose, Gathres!"

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

"We may not be able to survive the cruel fate, but we must preserve the inheritance of the Lords of Lordaeron and Stormwind! The orcs cannot destroy our will, as long as the children are still there, we still have hope!"

"Observe! Your Majesty!"

The Grand Marshal stood up and patted his chest with his fists: "I will let the most brave knight protect the princess and prince, and I myself will live with you and Lordaeron!"

After 20 minutes, an extremely elite squad rushed out of the sewer entrance of King Lordaeron, although it was named the sewer, in fact, this was itself a secret passage left by Lordaeron for the dangerous situation when it was built. , It leads directly to the bottom of a woodland in the southwest of Tirisfal, very secret.

The paladin Saidan Dasshan, wearing silver armor, carried a warhammer and carried the paladin into the woodland for a circle. After confirming that there was no danger, the subsequent members entered the woodland.

"We must get to Lake Lordanmere as quickly as possible!"

Muradin, the dwarf prince, rode on his war sheep. He was the younger brother of Magni Bronzebeard, the dwarf king of Ironforge. He also inherited the purest blood of the bronze beard. He wore sturdy and heavy armor and looked like It is a small mobile steel fortress and a beautiful orange braid with braids.

He is a swordsmanship mentor of Prince Aldanas Menethil and Lord Varian Wrynn of Stormwind, a powerful warrior.

The dwarf said to the great knight:

"The orcs are attracted to the side of the city wall. We rushed all the way and killed the orcs! It only took 20 minutes to get there!"

"Then you will protect the prince and princess, dwarf!"

Dassohan waved the warhammer in his hand: "I'll help you open the way!"

"go!"

At the order of the Paladin, an **** of up to 30 people escorted a simple carriage and moved all the way in the direction of Lake Lordan Mill. Their luck was very good. They rushed out and did not encounter the orc patrol. Seeing closer and closer to Lake Lordanmere, everyone's heart was let go.

And at this time...

"Da da da"

The heavy horse bell sounded in the surrounding darkness, and the Paladin's face changed greatly. He shouted loudly:

"Be careful! The death knight is coming!"

As soon as the words fell, a series of shadow spells hit the knights of the guard. When the two knights were smashed on the spot, when they landed on the ground, the whole body was covered with a vicious curse. Dassohan waved his hand, bright. The holy light sprinkled on the knights, eliminating the curse of the shadows, and at this juncture, more than 20 death knights rushed towards the guard.

And headed by, it is the opponent that the guards are most reluctant to see... Talon Gorefiend!

"Hehehe, look at what I've caught! An army of mice!"

Gore's dark red eyes repeatedly looked at the heavily protected carriage, and finally, his finger waved outward:

"No matter what is in there... I will... ruin it!"

"Om"

The dark green magic burst from the death knight’s fingertips, a green meteorite fell from the sky, and hit the carriage on the ground at a rapid speed. With the Warhammer, in the package of the Holy Light, he was in a ball with Talon Gorefiend.

"boom"

The green meteorite finally hit the carriage, but when the hellfire giant stood up, the fragments of the lit carriage were empty. This made the blood demon feel that he was being ridiculed. He roared:

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

"Om"

A bright red magic firework exploded in the death knight's fingers. The red flag was jumping in the air, representing the discovery of an important target. For a time, the orc wolf cavalry patrolling around rushed in this direction.

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

The dwarf prince drove his war sheep frantically. Behind him were a princess squeezed on a horse and two young princes. There were undisguised panic in the eyes of the three young people who were helpless. Muradin shouted:

"No matter what you encounter! Don't be afraid, Arthas! Varian! Don't forget the old Muradin taught you the swordsmanship, don't be afraid of them! Don't leave behind!"

"I...we are not afraid!"

The 16-year-old Varian Wrynn clenched the long sword in his hand, his voice trembling a little, he hugged the trembling of Wyriser, only the 10-year-old Prince of Lordaeron Arthas M. Nahir, he said aloud:

"I will protect Arthas and Kalia!"

"Very good, full of courage! That's it!"

The old dwarf encouraged the young children with a gentle voice, let them do their best to get rid of fear, Lake Lordanmere was already in front of them, and the water waves shining in the dark night filled the eyes of all four people with hope.

"Da da da"

The disgusting horse bell rang again, and Muradin glanced back. The dwarf's expression changed greatly. Behind him, the three death knights quietly caught up.

The horses of the death knights are dead creatures, and there is no concept of fatigue. In this pursuit, they occupy an absolute advantage.

The old dwarf glanced at the prince and princess behind him. He gritted his teeth, pulled the reins, and let the war sheep turn around quickly. The dwarf held the battle axe in his left hand, and the warhammer in his right hand. With a roar, he walked toward him. The three death knights rushed past.

"Run! Varian! Run! Run towards the camp! You know that position, remember! Don't be afraid! You are a born warrior!"

"I know!"

The young prince watched the tutor pounce on the gloomy knight behind him. He did not dare to stay. He felt the trembling of arms Alsace, and the voice of the princess of the six gods of Princess Kalia behind him. The whip in his hand threw hard towards the warhorse and rushed towards the camp about 2 kilometers ahead.

Behind him, the intrepid dwarf entangled the three death knights. With his combat power, it only took less than 5 minutes to solve the battle, but the orc’s scout had rushed in this direction, and there was no time.

"Oh no!"

When Varian ran out of 500 meters, a roaring wolf cavalry appeared in front of them. Seven strong orcs and the same number of fierce war wolves, this is not an opponent that a 16-year-old boy can deal with.

"Little human being! Kill you!"

Seeing the orc scout raise the flying axe in his hand, Varian looked around, pulling the horse rein, forcing the warhorse to rush towards the sparkling Lake Lordanmere.

"Hold me! Alsace! Kalia, hurry me! Don't let go!"

"Wow"

Amidst the blood splattered by the warhorse being cut by the flying axe, the three noble children fell into the cold lake with a scream of panic. The orcs were unwilling to give up. Bian, intending to use the flying axe in his hand to completely kill the three children in the lake water.

"Well..."

Varian hugged Kalia, holding Arthas in his hand, the young prince was wandering hard in the cold lake water, his eyes were desperate, he looked at everything around him, he desperately shouted:

"No matter who! Please, no matter who! Save us!"

Is there a destiny in this world?

Maybe there are, it is extremely cruel to those who are concerned about it, but it takes it very seriously. Therefore, the next moment, Varian’s wishes are fulfilled.

A huge, silent black shadow came down from the sky, hitting the ground beside the lake like a stone. In the weird roar, the orc scouts turned their heads back and saw a heavy sword, but they raised The figure of the two swords jumped from the grisly zombie dragon with blood-red eyes.

He was wrapped around the extreme cold and frost, and hurried towards them.

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