Stormwind God

"What?" Duke tightened his brow suddenly.

As commander-in-chief, he did not know that the Alliance and the Scourge were playing lively near the Sodoril River.

Due to the sufficient strength and the relationship between the orthodox heir of Queen Kalia and the successor to the throne of Lordaeron, the remaining Lordaerons in Lordaeron's old collar completely united with the alliance led by Turalyon The army joined forces to keep the Eastern Plaguelands like iron buckets.

As of yesterday, Duke received reports that both sides were still in a tug-of-war. Why did you say that the defense line collapsed today and became the holy city of Stratholme and was surrounded?

"Alfred, isn't there a killer?" Duke asked, "Is it Alsace himself?"

Killer, refers to the dumping of a large amount of holy water upstream of the Sodoril river. Holy water is harmless to human beings and animals, and to the undead, it is even more poisonous than poisonous stuff. Many times when the defense line of the Sodoril River was almost unable to carry it, they all fell on the Holy Water and directly intercepted the Scourge's offensive.

Unsupported undead, no matter how strong they can not stand the commando led by Saidan Dasuohan or Turalyon himself.

Abidis shook his head: "No, it is Anastrian. This former Majesty shot it himself and used a large amount of soil magic to divert the entire Sodorial River ..."

Duke gritted his teeth.

Nima! There are so many variables!

Today, we can only see one step at a time.

In the history of Alsace, first, Lordaeron was blossomed internally, then Quel'Thalas was destroyed north through Stratholme, and then continued south, ignoring the trembling Ironforge dwarf and Stormwind man , At one go to the cursed land, summoned Archimonde's phantom in the dark door, and finally turned around and pushed Dalaran back.

In a sense, he almost turned the entire Eastern Kingdom upside down. After waiting for nothing, he returned to Lordaeron to mold, until the news that Archimonde was kneeling ...

Now Duke's well-known history can basically be thrown into the endless sea, because it can only be used as a reference, not accurate.

Keeping Stratholme, but welcoming Anastrian's personal attack, this really felt like a dog.

Why did Abidis come to look for Duke with his **** burned? Of course, in the eyes of most people, only the sun can clean up the sun division, and the second is the advance of the Scarlet Crusade in the army The front rushed into Stratholme.

If it is purely a reinforcement in the military sense, this is definitely a good thing.

With one more reinforcement, the chance of keeping it is one point higher.

The problem is that there is such a foul as the Sunburst Division opposite, then Stratholme is tantamount to becoming a dead place.

And Abedis is so anxious, of course, for a reason ...

At this time, Stratholme.

The human kingdom of Azeroth is more similar to the earth's medieval Western European feudal society in terms of economic system. Basically, it is amazing that a kingdom can have a decent main city. Most kingdoms are a main city called a city, and the rest are settlements at the town level or below.

Once the strongest kingdom of mankind, Lordaeron is an exception. The two giant cities are both the glory of Lordaeron and a powerful symbol of Lordaeron. As long as the holy city of Stratholme does not fall, the Lordaerons can declare to the world that Lordaeron has not been destroyed.

The battle around the city walls at this moment has entered a critical moment.

A puppet in red armor stood on the city's head without fear.

As she raised her hand, her voice was slightly neutral: "Rocket"

Behind her, there were a large number of bows and arrows, archers wrapped in tarpaulin arrows lit by fire. They stood on the edge of the city wall, on a temporary archer's position converted from a flat roof. With her order, countless rockets shot into the sky at forty-five degrees. When the arrows began to fall under the force of gravity, they suddenly fell like a meteor fire and rain, pouring into the open space a hundred meters away.

The rocket burned as soon as it caught the oil flowing on the plain. Impure black kerosene immediately formed thick billowing smoke when lit. If the attacker is a human, it must be half-dead, and no battle can be organized.

But the enemy is the undead without pain.

Originally, she thought that the flames could at least stop the other party at a glance. Seeing that the flames would burn the undead who tried to rush into the sea under Stratholme, the sudden changes in the distance made her brow slightly.

That was the countermeasure as expected, although she didn't want to see it coming.

There was a muffled thunder in the forest in the distance, a few breaths of time, a large black cloud converged above the tree canopy, and then accompanied by a gust of wind that violated the Stratholme monsoon, the sudden snow was almost instantaneous. The fire just ignited was extinguished.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, the snowstorm continued to stretch forward, all the way to the wall.

The magically treated walls of Stratholme were suddenly lit with purple-blue magic runes. The gorgeous brilliance blocked the blow of the cold wind, but could not stop the accumulation of ice and snow.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, a huge **** more than three hundred meters wide appeared before the eyes of human soldiers. From the flat open space all the way to the wall stacks of Stratholme, the thirty-meter-high wall of Stratholme suddenly became a meaningless existence.

Not only that, there were countless hailstones forming in mid-air, and raindrops hit the infantry positions on the city head. The Scarlet Crusade soldiers who had to stand on the city head could only hold up their shields. They almost carried these with flesh Impact from the sky.

"Plam!" The continuous loud noises flew through the crowd. As long as the iron-clad wooden shield was detonated, the soldier's thin helmet could not withstand the impact of hail. one slice.

If it is an ordinary militia who sticks here, morale will certainly collapse instantly, and U-turn will run.

Fortunately, guarding here is the most sturdy, craziest, and most capable Scarlet Crusade soldier in Lordaeron. Even if the neat battle has been hit by hail, when the hail has eased, all the active soldiers immediately struggle to get up, forming a thin line of soldiers, trying to use their own flesh and blood to resist the rush The impact of the undead uphill.

"Hell! Can't you mages do anything?" The Alliance Colonel in blood-red armor shouted loudly.

Her angry and resolute eyes, man-like fierce movements and sharp and **** figure formed a sharp contrast, so strong, so touching, leaving a deep impression on people.

Unfortunately, her roar was hardly answered.

almost……

Finally, a red-haired male mage with scars on his nose stood out tremblingly, and he smiled bitterly: "No matter what, I can't fall into the prestige of my master Duke Marcus!"