Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

On the front line of the Tirisfal Forest battlefield, Lordaeron's army has obviously accelerated its attack rhythm.

The Xilud people built a strong fortress at the entrance of the valley, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. With the relatively primitive siege weapons such as trebuchets and battering hammers used by humans in this era, it is difficult to break through this fortress in a short period of time. defense.

Weapons are one aspect, and the combat effectiveness of personnel is also an important factor affecting the battle situation.

Lordaeron's army training intensity is the highest among the seven kingdoms of mankind. Only Alterac and Stormgard, which often face troll attacks, can barely compare with it.

But these elite soldiers couldn't take advantage of the more ferocious female warriors of Helud, and they couldn't give full play to their strength in the siege battle.

Gerowell, the contemporary warrior commander of Sylud, stood on the city wall and took the lead. After avoiding another round of attacks from the catapults, she gripped her spear tightly and was the first to get out of the battlements.

The Lordaeron soldiers who climbed up the ladder were stabbed one after another by Gerowell's spears waving like lightning. A short vacuum formed around the warrior commander, and no one could get closer than three meters to her.

"Ding!"

The arrows shot from under the city wall were also picked off by Gerowell with her superb spear skills, and then she rudely stretched out her long and strong legs and kicked them on the ladder.

The explosive force directly kicked the ladder with five soldiers flying away. The soldiers of Lordaeron let out helpless screams in the air, and finally fell to the ground along with the ladder. It seemed that they could not survive.

Gerowell's bravery is just one of the microcosms on the battlefield. The performance of this group of female warriors from the Northland made Lordaeron's generals grit their teeth. They had never seen such a brave woman.

In a siege battle, the attacking side would suffer even greater losses. Normally, Lordaeron's commanders would blow horns and wave flags to order the soldiers to retreat.

But today is different, with the passionate attack, Lordaeron began to attack the city wall regardless of losses, with the momentum of vowing to break the city.

Gerowell brandished her spear again to demolish a ladder, and she stopped to catch her breath while sweating profusely.

"Are the people of Lordaeron crazy? Their losses will definitely be even greater if they fight like this."

"They're not crazy."

A steady female voice came from behind Gerowell, "Lordaeron has endured tremendous diplomatic pressure. Today should be their last attack. Regardless of victory or defeat, they can only retreat."

After Gerowell saw the person who made the sound, she bowed her head respectfully and saluted the person, "Chief, why are you here in person?"

Brunhilde, who was wearing an ice-blue gorgeous full-body armor, smiled and motioned Gerowell to excuse her, "I have the armor of the warrior captain, so there is no need to be polite."

"Lordaeron wants to win the last battle to save face, so that he can retreat in a decent way. I don't want to be their background."

At this time, Lordaeron's trebuchet was reloaded again, and the flying stones all over the sky smashed into the already riddled city wall again.

Gerowell's complexion changed, and she hurriedly suggested to Brunhilde, "Boss! The enemy's stone attack is coming, please enter the battlements to avoid it!"

"No need."

Brunhilde threw off the decorative cloak behind him, walked up to Gerowell first, and swung an energy sword against the flying stones.

"drink!"

Strange blue energy protrudes from Stromkar's blade, and the hurling stones that destroy the city cannot cause any harm in front of Brunhilde, and the free and easy sword strikes all the stones that attack him Split it all.

"Boom!"

The dismembered boulder made a heavy crash after falling on the city wall, and the Lordaeron soldiers below the city widened their eyes in horror when they saw this scene.

The Xilud people were boosted by their leader's brave performance, and their exhausted bodies squeezed out power again, and the strength of the defense increased again.

King Constantine Menethil, who came to the front to watch the battle in person, opened his mouth in surprise, "...is this really something humans can do?"

Guarding against a new round of stone-throwing attacks from Lordaeron, the bed crossbows in the battlements launched a counterattack under Brunhilde's loud order.

The huge crossbow was aimed at the trebuchet that had just been launched and was being loaded, and the powerful force caused the opponent's siege weapons to jump around.

Taking advantage of the brief silence on the battlefield, Brunhilde walked to the edge of the city wall and swung his long sword casually. A half-moon-shaped blade spread out, and most of the ladders on the city wall were pushed out by this ingenious force.

"I am Brunnhilde, the leader of the Herods!"

The heroic Brunhilde pointed the Stromkar in his hand at the position of the Lordaeron army, "Menethil of Lordaeron, I know you are watching the battle, stand up and answer!"

Constantine's face was a little ugly, and the generals beside him advised together, "Your Majesty, don't be as familiar with this barbaric woman, she..."

Constantine waved his hand to stop the persuasion of the generals, and his gaze was fixed on the two-handed giant sword protruding from the city wall of Brunhilde.

"Court mage, strengthen my eyesight."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

With the assistance of the mages behind King Menethil, a blue-purple arcane light flickered around Constantine's eyes, and his vision was strengthened to a certain extent.

"...if the portraits handed down by my ancestors are correct."

Constantine looked at the top of the city wall with piercing eyes, "That sword should be the Emperor's Sword that disappeared with Emperor Thoradin, Stromkar Warbreaker."

"What?!"

"How can this be?"

"Why is Emperor Thoradin's sword in the hands of a group of barbarians?"

Constantine was born in a peaceful age. Although he had been in the army for a period of time when he was a prince, his combat effectiveness was not really strong.

After bowing his head and pondering for a moment, King Menethil arranged for his personal guards to follow, and finally urged the white horse under his feet to the front of the position.

"I am King of Lordaeron, Constantine Menethil!"

Constantine looked at Brunhilde on the city wall with a calm demeanor, "Sirud, the sword in your hand does not belong to you, as long as you are willing to hand it over, I swear in the name of Menethil to withdraw immediately , never regret it!"

"snort!"

Brunhilde stepped on the edge of the city wall, jumped down from the city wall with a height of more than 8 meters, and landed steadily in front of the city gate using the force principle of the heroic leap.

"Menethil, do you think I'm stupid for not knowing the origin of this sword?"

"Clang!"

Putting Stromkar's blade on the ground, Brunhilde said coldly, "Stromkar is a king's sword, but it is also a warrior's sword. I want to get Thoradin's accessory Sword, you can only take it from my hand by fighting!"

"I'll give you a chance. As long as someone in Lordaeron can defeat me, I will offer up Stromkar without saying a word, and lead the Hildren to surrender to you."

"But if none of you can defeat me, Lordaeron must recognize Hilde's independence, and I demand equal rights to communicate with the seven human kingdoms!"