Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 579 132. The Beginning of a New Era

With Shaw and Nathanos beheading Master Assassin Carl Aurelius and Farad dying at the hands of Bo Laike, the four Master Assassins of Ravenholdt's internal rebellion had all been executed.

This meant that Anduin Lothar finally no longer had to worry about the threat from the assassins, but it didn't mean that the old marshal could sit back and relax.

There are still many people in this city who want his life now.

And in such a chaotic situation right now, and Lothar was separated from the protectors again, those guys with "ideas" in their hearts jumped out one after another.

The Marshal on horseback, the young King Varian, and the agents of SI:7 galloped through the streets of Lordaeron. They were fast, and they were rushing to the safest area of ​​the city.

That is, the royal city controlled by the blue dragons, which is where they just left.

Although blue dragons won't interfere in these affairs, in the area controlled by them, those killers can't blatantly carry out assassinations.

This is equivalent to provoking the power of the magic legion.

"boom"

When this group of people rushed out of the street in the lower city, harsh gunshots suddenly sounded from a certain roof outside the street, and the bullets flew past Lothar's war horse, and the bricks beside them cracked.

The old marshal quickly pulled out the dagger in his horse pocket, turned around and threw a heroic throw that smashed the eaves more than ten yards away.

Amidst the screams, a gunman dressed as an aristocratic servant danced and fell from a height.

But the gunshot just now was like a signal, and soon more figures appeared on the surrounding roofs and at the corners of the street.

They looked like a bunch of rabble.

They all carried uniform muskets in their hands, and rushed out in a panic. They wanted to kill the old marshal in front of them with a volley of muskets, but they ignored Lothar's own strength.

Although Grom's ax was almost a second away, considering that there are not many people in the world of Azeroth who can receive Hellscream's ax head-on, this does not mean that Lothar is powerless old guy.

In short, when these mobs rushed out, what they saw head-on was the old marshal holding the rein with one hand, leaning his body down, and making a charging movement, with an expressionless old marshal.

And behind him were a dozen elite cavalry from SI:7, and a paladin king who wielded a heavy hammer and opened his protective halo.

"Charge tactics!"

Varian, who charged with Lothar, shouted at the others.

A few seconds later, the cavalry rushed out from the wailing street corner with ease. They didn't lose a single person, but the "assassins" in the rear were already severely injured under the trampling of their horses.

"Marshal Lothar, come with me! The road from here to the palace has been cleared by us! General Nathanos asked me to escort you to a safe place."

After everyone rushed out of the lower city, a young voice sounded on the main road leading to the palace. Losala reined in the horse and looked forward, and found a knight in leather armor galloping with a group of knights come.

The outfits of this team are very interesting.

Their leather armor was obviously made in imitation of the costumes of the Farstrider Legion of the Quel'Thalas elves, which ensured protection without affecting combat actions, and everyone carried a bow and quiver on their backs. , with muskets and ammunition pouches.

In the saddle pockets of their warhorses lay the Union elite muskets with bronze scopes, weapons specially designed and made for the stature of human soldiers by the master dwarf engineers of Gnomeregan.

Excellent texture, stable and easy to use, high precision and strong destructive power.

The only downside is that it is expensive.

Having this kind of equipment proves that this team of soldiers in front of them is definitely an elite unit, and from the emblems on their shirts, it can be distinguished that this is the standard army of Lordaeron.

But Lothar had never seen such a formation of soldiers in the orc war.

Varian Wrynn also looked at the soldiers approaching them vigilantly. The king made a gesture quietly, and the SI:7 knights behind them clenched their weapons, ready to fight at any time.

"What's your name, Captain?"

The old marshal shook his head slightly at Varian, and asked the warrior who was riding the horse in front of him.

The young soldier replied in a deep voice:

"My name is Halford Wyrmbane, Field Marshal. I belong to the First Squadron of the Lordaeron Ranger Legion, and I am a combat ranger formed and trained by General Nathanos Marris himself.

The general asked us last night to ensure the safety of the road leading to the palace in case of emergencies.

There is still a large group of orcs looting ahead, and the city defense army is fighting them. Marshal, please follow us, we will be responsible for your safety. "

Lothar pondered for a moment, recalling the information he had collected. Nathanos Maris was said to have a close relationship with Master Assassin Bu Laike Shaw, and also maintained an excellent relationship with Shaw, the leader of SI:7.

This is power you can trust.

"Okay, then lead the way ahead, Captain, please forgive me."

Losa said something warmly.

The young Captain Halford said in a reverent tone:

"It is our honor to be with you, Marshal."

After speaking, he turned around and made a tactical gesture to his dozen or so knights. These human rangers who had just started training immediately dispersed into a hunting formation, and the team protecting the marshal headed towards the palace.

His well-trained posture made Lothar nod again and again, without the second lieutenant's introduction, he could know that these rangers were real veterans.

The calmness and sharpness exuded from them are the aura that those recruits can't pretend at all.

"Marshal Garithos has set up a defense line outside the palace, and the priests of the Church of the Holy Light have also set up a medical point in the palace, and currently all the kings except His Majesty Dai Lin are taking refuge there.

The orc chieftains who came to attack us retreated and fled under the siege of the great knights, but after the black dragons were shot down, they lost their flying mounts.

They can't escape!

His Majesty Dai Lin acted as the temporary commander at the Pope's request, leading the paladins to chase the fleeing orcs. The Marauders of the Blackrock Tribe might be a problem, but as long as the city defense army is fully assembled, they will have nowhere to escape. "

Without Lothar asking, the young captain reported the current situation in the city to the marshal and His Majesty Varian as if it were military affairs.

At the end of his speech, he whispered again:

"All the kings have sent servants to look for you in the city."

"Ah, yes, I met them just now, and they are very 'enthusiastic'."

The old marshal curled his lips, replied casually, and asked seriously:

"How about casualties in the city?"

"The nobles suffered heavy losses."

Halford recalled the tragedy he saw just now, sighed and said:

"After today, Lordaeron's noble inheritance is estimated to be greatly affected. The battle between the black dragon and the blue dragon almost destroyed half of the palace. Fortunately, no high-level casualties were caused."

"I'm not asking about nobles!"

Lothar interrupted the captain, he said with emphasis:

"What about the civilians? They have no one to protect them. They can only escape by themselves. The lower city has been destroyed by one-third! What about their casualties? Has anyone counted them?"

"No.

His Majesty called on the guards of the nobles to collect the wounded, but after the disaster, there was not enough manpower. Everyone was busy guarding the palace, and His Majesty had no choice but to expand the Holy Light Barrier he presided over to outside the royal city as much as possible. . "

The captain was silent for a while, then he whispered:

"But I saw that Luna Priests and druids who came to watch the ceremony set up temporary shelters near the war zone, and many civilians who could not go to the church went to them."

"Our people still need to rely on the benevolence of foreigners to protect them in this time of disaster."

Lothar didn't answer, but Varian beside him held the reins tightly, and the young king felt deeply humiliated at this moment.

There seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes.

Although he is young, he is not reckless. He knows that he lacks the power to change all this now. But the civilization that was less than three thousand years old has already decayed to this point.

No wonder Odin, the legendary master of the Hall of Valor, the Lord of War, looks down on humans.

Staying with such a group of insects, how can we lead human civilization well!

So thought the young king as he sat on his horse.

As the team gradually approached the royal city, the tense atmosphere in the team dissipated a little. The knights of SI:7 were still vigilant, and the killed Blackrock orcs and the bodies of the defenders could still be seen on both sides of the aisle.

However, there were almost no civilian casualties, probably because there were not many civilians around the royal city today, so it was a blessing in disguise.

"Lothar is there! Rush over and kill him!"

Just as they were about to approach the gate of the palace, a furious scold made everyone in the team turn their heads at the same time.

A group of Shattered Hand Orc Assassins came from nowhere, rushing out from the side alley. Looking at their bodies covered in blood, one could tell that these guys must have had a fight with the human defenders before.

And the leader of the orc warlord rode on the black wolf, and saw Marshal Lothar who was guarded by everyone at a glance.

Mainly because of the old marshal's "unique" hairstyle and his age, it is too conspicuous in such a team of young people.

The orcs of the Shattered Hand clan are well-known lunatics among the orcs. If they want to join this clan, they have to cut off a hand, so there are many sadists and masochists in this brutal clan that is rich in assassins.

They enjoy fighting.

No, to be precise, they enjoy pain.

It doesn't matter whether the pain is imposed on yourself or on others.

Crazy orcs screamed and rushed towards Lothar. The young captain Halford Wyrmbane pulled out the knight sword from his waist with a swipe, and swung the sword in his hand downwards with little need for command. , there is a row of musket sniper fire.

At such a short distance, the musket equipped with a scope was too late to fire a second shot.

But these human rangers also have a way. Those who are skilled in archery draw their bows and arrows on the horses, and those who are good at close combat grab the melee muskets and follow Halford to launch a wall charge against the orcs.

Relying on the height advantage of the horses, they easily formed a "human wall" between the orcs and Lothar. Unless they collapsed, the orcs would not want to hurt the old marshal.

The knights from SI7 also joined the sudden battle, but the moment they left the formation, Varian and Lothar felt something was wrong at the same time.

"what!"

The young king fit together and rushed towards the old marshal, calling for the power of the holy light to bless himself and Lothar, and Lothar also swung the emperor's sword with one arm, and slashed towards the cold place.

Almost at the same time, the orc "beautiful man" with flowing hair reappeared quietly.

Kargath Shattered Hand's black hair fluttered, and the moment he emerged from the shadows, the poisoned battle ax in his hand roared towards Varian, while the ferocious blade fist in the other hand turned into a A black light went straight to Lothar's heart.

Varian was kicked away by Lothar.

He narrowly avoided the poisoned battle ax that was aimed at his head, but at the critical moment, the Marshal chose to rescue Varian, so that he had no time to make any effective defense.

"puff"

In Kargas' grin, the black blade fist pierced Lothar's light armor like tearing paper.

It pierced into the flesh and stretched all the way inward, but before it touched the heart, the roaring Lothar punched him in the chin, and the whole person was thrown out.

With this punch, Lothar used his legendary power called "Iron Horse Knight", and when Kargas hit the ground, he spit out a mouthful of bloody teeth.

But the orc chief didn't care about his embarrassment.

Because he saw the blood flowing from Lothar's chest.

All good assassins in this world have their own quirks, such as the smelly pirate's mouth that can make the dead mad again, and Granny Shaw rarely uses poison.

But there are also many assassins who have no bottom line. They assassinate very purely, and their purpose is to kill the opponent.

Like Kargath Bladefist.

Every single weapon of this guy has terrible toxins.

Lothar was stabbed by him, the poison dissolved in blood, and the old man was finished. He used this poisonous blade to kill the legend of the arakkoa in Dellano.

only one knife

This is Kargath's legendary power: Deathshield the Sadist.

He is probably the most powerful group of poison masters in the two worlds.

In addition to being deadly, the toxin he concocted has one of the biggest characteristics, that is, it will make all the poisoned people suffer in the most painful way before they can finally die.

Watching the pained and lost expressions of those poisoned is also Kargas' only pleasure besides watching the gladiatorial fight.

But today, Kargas decided to make an exception for Lothar.

He wants to bring back Lothar's head, so as to claim his place in the "new tribe".

What Orgrim Doomhammer and Grom Hellscream couldn't do, he did!

He is the most powerful orc chieftain!

"Don't worry, Lothar, I will prolong this process as long as possible, so that you can fully experience the pain of peeling off the flesh and blood."

Kargath Bladefist shook his head, letting his flowing black hair sway in the wind. He didn't even look at the clansmen who were being used as bait, nor did he look at the howling Varian Wrynn.

These guys are no threat at all

"boom"

Kargas, who was walking towards the weak and fallen Lothar, suddenly turned around when he was three steps away, slashing fiercely with the blade fist in his hand, and knocked out the one-handed battle ax that came silently behind him.

The thing roared and spun several times in the air, before finally falling into the hands of its owner.

A tall orc dressed in brown fur, wearing a black wolfskin hat, holding two rune battle axes, and carrying a bone warbow, walked out of the shadow of the house on one side in silence.

Behind him, followed by a big brown bear shaking its head.

The bear was several times larger than Bo Laike's big horns.

The most peculiar thing is that the eyes of this brown bear have the light that only intelligent life can have.

If they didn't know the truth, others might think that another hunter successfully tamed an archdruid.

"Rexxar"

Kargas narrowed his eyes, and said in a bad tone:

"You 'wanderer' who betrayed the people twice is fine if you don't help, but how come you help humans instead? Bu Rocks taught you this disloyal way?"

"I'm not anyone's enemy, and I have no intention of fighting anyone."

Legendary orc hunter, Rexxar Rema Mo Kenasa, son of the wilderness, moved a body much larger than that of ordinary orcs. He stared at Kargath Shattered Hand in front of him, and clenched the double rune axe in his hand.

In a low, somewhat muddy voice, he said:

"But I won't let you kill him.

This is what I tell you.

Brother Saurfang told you too.

It's what the Kor'kron clan told you!

You have defeated him, you have proven your strength, you have washed away the shame of the dead old tribe, go away with victory and glory, Kargath.

We have already repaid the bitter fruit of being used by demons, and we should not fall on the same mistakes again. The era of chaotic wars is over! From now on, we orcs will only fight for ourselves.

Our power will not be used for conspiracy, neither by demons nor black dragons.

let's go.

The warm-up for Lordaeron City is over, and it's time to get down to business. "

(end of this chapter)