Stormwind God

The rapids are almost sinking. Δ

In such an area, the tribe's flag can be planted on the top of the Royal Palace of White River Fort.

However, just two or three seemingly small urban areas in front of the palace have become meat grinders for both the alliance and the tribe. There is no so-called position. Humans can play hide and seek in this way. They can emerge from the rubble of any rubble, even without their heads, and directly give the orc's head a crossbow.

The tribe did not appear until it broke through the outer wall of the rapids fortress and entered the urban area of ​​the rapids. This millennium ancient capital, which was passed down by King Soradin, was almost hollowed out. Under the rapids, the spider-like tunnel was full of tunnels.

Many tunnel entrances are quite narrow, which is completely inaccessible to the burly orcs.

As a result, whenever the orc tried to storm the inner city, the road from the outer city to the inner city would be constantly harassed. The orcs' slightly heavier siege weapons couldn't be transported at all. Maybe I do n’t know where I will throw a bag of hot oil and burn the trebuchet and siege vehicle into slag.

On the fifth day after Orgrim's evacuation from Lordaeron, the black hand Reed *, who was in charge of attacking Whitewater, received an order.

This order from the Warchief made Red * blackhand unhappy, but had to execute it.

"Since it is Zuluhed's order, Zuluhed is here."

A reply was received, and one hour later, the rapids ushered in its destruction.

The wind pressure created by this red dragon slamming the wings of Taranistadz caused further damage to the 2,000-year-old capital that had been destroyed for half a century.

The terrible storm caused by the slap of the dragon wings easily destroyed all the surviving and intact houses. The slightly older building was uprooted directly, and the walls made of loose mud bricks were blown into the air and disintegrated.

The defense area in front of the royal palace that plagued the Orc Corps for months was unable to move forward, like a sand castle that was overwhelmed by the waves, and was flattened in just a few breaths.

"Forgive me" In the sky came a deep regret from the dragon in common language.

Along with this voice, Taranese's belly bulged, then to his chest, and finally to the dragon's neck. In the void in front of the dragon, a dense golden flame pattern composed of dragon words emerged.

This light even soared above the light of the sun for a moment.

A flame of destruction, from a small handful of rapid expansion, into a giant fireball larger than the entire house. The golden yellow light completely enveloped the entire whitewater royal palace.

The gray-black palace was poured with the flames of lava, and the palace melted in the exclamation of everyone in the rapids who saw this scene.

The huge bluestone, like a piece of cheese that has been heated up, begins to become flat, and the hot unknown material spreads in all directions.

Is the symbol of whitewater castle gone?

The ancient capital of the Arathor Empire, which has been passed down for more than 2,000 years, is gone!

Taraniszaz looked a little weak, but the orc on his back shouted something. The sad ancient dragon had to fight hard, aiming at a huge cave exposed, and once again spit out its own dragon breath.

In the underground pothole, it seemed like a terrible volcanic eruption. The narrow tunnels that restricted the orcs' access had turned into human graves. The door panels and boulders restricting the entry of foreign enemies collapsed or shattered like dominoes.

Not only Taranese, but other red dragons also ordered by the orcs, and quickly found caves that looked extremely deep, spitting dragon breath into them.

This situation is a bit like a syringe.

Applying enough pressure from one side, the flames spread all the space in the mountain along the tunnel.

King Thoras Trollbane, who had just arrived at the wall of Thoradin, fell to his knees on the ground, stunned. Not only him, every soldier in the Kingdom of Stromgard saw the big mountain standing on the rapids, and shot out the golden flame from the vents of the cliff.

How many people can survive?

Is it nine deaths?

Still nothing?

"No" despair tears slipped from the firm faces of these mountain men.

Watching your own homeland, the Kingdom of Stromgard, sinking in the darkness, burning in the flames, your loved ones and fellow citizens cry and struggle in pain ...

For a moment, almost all the people in Riptide felt that everything was ruined ... whether it was hope or the way forward.

The rapids are destroyed.

This is the second capital city to be destroyed since the establishment of the alliance, and it is also the third fallen king city in the seven kingdoms of mankind.

The news spread throughout the league in one day.

The people of almost every surviving country are alarmed.

Of the remaining nations, only Dalaran and Silvermoon have the strongest magic defenses, and perhaps they can carry the devastating attacks of dragons. But the rest are hanging. Not to mention small countries such as Kul Tiras and Gilneas, even Lordaeron would not dare to pack a ticket and be sure to carry it.

For a time, the urgency to save the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza reached an unprecedented peak.

Every league boss is awaiting the results of Lordaeron's agent squadron.

The result frightened all the big leagues.

Forty-eight human bodies were pierced by huge wooden stakes and nailed to the open space outside the Soradin wall. Looking at these human remains in epic leather armor, most of the defenders on the wall were unaware.

Only Terenas Menethil was so angry that he plucked his beard a few times.

Lordaeron's raid failed, and it completely failed.

The high-level thieves sent by Terenas were killed cleanly one by one, not even a missing fish who ran back to report.

This was the toughest blow to Lordaeron.

For a time, Duke's self-rescue and rescue of the Red Dragon Queen attracted the attention of all the league leaders.

An uneasy mood shrouded Kirin Tor's six-member parliament.

In the air parliament hall, there are no walls around, and a lot of light and dark clouds surround these high-level magicians. They constantly flow and change. Looking up, it seems that even time has become faster. Only the dark gray marble floor shimmering with diamond-shaped symbols inlaid with the four major elements can make this scene a little more authentic.

At this moment, the fiercest arguments have emerged in the parliament. These gentlemen, who are all scholarly, are noisier than the aunt in the vegetable market.

"I support Duke Marcus. I have no opinion. I have to admit that he is a great guy who can work wonders. But why is he named Ronin." (To be continued.) 8