Stormwind God

Prince Arthas was right, and only by doing so could he save most of the nation. It is an invaluable quality to be so resolute and decisive at such a young age.

Arthas is also wrong, because in this way, he is tantamount to leaving behind his people, even if only a small part. In this age of sacrifice and courage, full of chivalry, most of the courageous kings will choose to send generals, and even personally lead the army to counter-charge, in order to gain valuable vitality for the citizens who have not yet entered the city.

Princess Kalia covered her mouth and nose with both hands in amazement, and looked at Arthas in disbelief, as if she had known Arthas on the first day, rather than as a company, and had been in love for 13 years. younger brother.

"Sister! The father took almost all the generals and wizards! He didn't even leave me any city-level champion knight!" Arthas complained a little angrily.

Yes, no brave general can lead a group of pigs to victory.

If you blame it, you can blame the pressure on the Western Front. In the silver pine forest on the west, Grom Hellscream's onslaught is undoubtedly the best attack. King Terenas was forced to take away Lordaeron, and almost every professional soldier except the royal guards.

Now the soldiers guarding the city, except for a small number of archers, a lot of people will only be a farmer who fiddles with a pitchfork a month ago, not even armour.

"Sister, you stay here," said Carlia, a bun, and Alsace strode down the tower, followed by Meloff.

"Merlof! Send a squad of Wang's guards on standby. If the east gate is broken, immediately take my sister to the west to find my father."

"Your Highness, how about you?"

"As long as the men of the Menethil family haven't died, no one can take Lordaeron from our hands." Arthas uttered words, his voice screamed: "Order, let all The on-call general led his troops to the East Gate. "

Put on a slightly larger exquisite armor as quickly as possible. This was a gift from his father, King Terenas, when he was twelve years old. The precocious Arthas looked mighty, but that's all. His body was not fully opened, and he couldn't afford the warhammer he wanted to use. He could only bite his teeth and pick up a large double-edged broad sword.

When he rushed to the east gate under the support of the guards, he suddenly found that the gate was still not closed. A large number of nationals who came from towns and villages around Lordaeron City have not yet entered the city, because they are not willing to own their lifelong property, and there are booming footsteps behind them. Instead, they are even more chaotic, desperately trying to squeeze their families. Go into the narrow gate.

Arthas grabbed the gate officer's breastplate: "I gave the order and closed the gate immediately! Why not close the door? Do you want to kill 300,000 Lordaeron citizens?"

The city gate official argued aloud: "But they are all our close friends! I also recognize many of them, Sister Mary, always traveling to Ansong, Ansong ..."

"They're here!" Exclaimed Merev.

Following the captain's finger, Arthas looked eastward.

Unlike the look and feel on the balcony of a high tower, looking at it from this perspective, you first see a small forest one kilometer away, and then the lake farther away.

At this moment, the orcs who rushed the fastest were out of the grove.

The speed of the orc charge is quite fast, although it is not as fast as the fastest horse, it is not much different from the full speed of the horse.

Arthas grabbed the binoculars from a general near him, and immediately he saw a scene that surprised him.

These green-skinned beasts have the same shape as the strongest of humans, with explosively strong muscles and huge beast-like heads.

But he could not see any large siege equipment, except for some heavy logs that he thought were huge warhammers, and some long ladders that looked extremely crude and extremely long. What shocked Arthas is that in the visual inspection, the height of these long ladders matched the height of the walls of Lordaeron!

In addition, breaking into the horizon were some humans' almost immovable sledgehammers, axes, and extremely blunt swords, and he was certain that they definitely had hooks and ropes.

Unthinkable barbarism, but with great wisdom.

"Ahhhh," the people under the gate made a bigger scream, and they madly pushed into the gate of the gate, pushing each other. The more panic, the more crowded the city gate. The suspension bridge over the moat was full of people and beasts pulling carts. An overturned cargo carriage saw Alsace's eyes almost popping out.

A terrifying picture broke into his mind and the other defenders.

In less than ten minutes, those brutal green-skinned beasts will step over the bodies of these stupid idiots who want to squeeze into the city, and follow the gates widened by these guys to enter Lordaeron. The whole city turned into a sea of ​​fire, pushing 300,000 people into hell.

"Arrow arrows! Arrows towards those mobs!" Arthas' fierce shout sounded like a devil.

"But those are all our brothers and sisters!" The gate officer shouted, and he looked like he was crying.

The next moment, his voice came to a halt. He never expected that he would be slashed into the head by the most respected Prince Arthas.

At least a hundred people witnessed the scene, and everyone opened their mouths in amazement.

"Miscellaneous! For the safety of 300,000 citizens! I ordered you to shoot arrows in the name of Arthas Menethil! Or just accompany all the mobs below to die!"

The thunderous thunder roused the archers who were dreadful after all. They were in tears, gritted their teeth, and began to throw arrows!

The citizens of Lordaeron, who were panicking into the city, made even greater cries, and they would never imagine that their soldiers would throw arrows at themselves in their nightmares. Almost instantly, there was no living creature on the entire suspension bridge. The nationals near the moat near the suspension bridge screamed, and fled to the ground, trying to escape this place of death.

"Whoever dares to approach the suspension bridge will shoot him!" Arthas shed tears and shouted, "Merlof, you take someone to push everything on the suspension bridge down the river, and then raise the suspension bridge as fast as . "

Murrell did so, and they pulled every frightened national in the city gate cave into the city, pushing most of the corpses and debris into the river, but an overturned carriage was holding the suspension bridge dead. . This is a wagon carrying grain. Two mules are dead. However, the dead horses are **** too well and they are strong. At least two tons of grain can not be solved by manpower.

In the past, whenever we encountered such a situation, we had to toss for most of the day, and now it takes less than ten minutes to resolve it. (To be continued.)