Lothar is very embarrassed!

The experience of losing a battle once is enough.

There is no general with a heart who hopes to lose a few more battles.

He was almost half-dragged by Tulayan, pulling down the wall of Soradin.

At the moment of danger, Uther rushed to the horse: "Commander-in-chief! You go first! The Silver Hand will fend off the Horde here! ”

Behind him were two or three generations of paladins such as Saidan Dasohan, Tirio Fortin, and Gavin Rad Doom, standing at the gates of the city like statues, with only the moving eyes of the paladins and the snorts of the horses from time to time, telling others that they were living creatures.

Compared with this squadron of knights who are determined to die and whose will is forged with iron and blood, it is a background of chaos.

Everywhere were human soldiers struggling in the flames, either screaming and wailing, choking on the smoke, slashing at their throats, or turning into motionless char without a few twitches, emitting a terrible stench of burning.

The miscellaneous items that the layman lords had placed when they were encamped were ignited by the fireballs and became the life-seeking scythes of the Purgatory Heralds.

"Is this the end of humanity?" Lothar suddenly smiled bitterly.

He knelt down to his grandfather and begged his grandmother, and the 200,000 army he had painstakingly found was so vulnerable in front of the dragon.

The frustration of being hit by dimensionality reduction filled his heart for a moment.

It's the second time!

Last time you lost Stormwind.

This time it's the turn of Fort Riptide and the Wall of Soladin, could it be Lordaeron next time?

No matter how resolute Rao is Lothar's will, he will inevitably be depressed for a while. Tulayan, who was next to him, was trying to persuade him, when he suddenly found that Lothar had raised his head, and his eyes were flashing with flames called [Fortitude] that were no less than this fire.

"Find a way to pass the order! Let the First Legion come over! Even if all of them are burned here, they will block the gates of the city. Lothar roared almost with tears in her eyes.

The First Legion is formed from the expansion of the original Stormwind Guard, and even the recruits are former Stormwind City Guards. It can be said that except for the part that was borrowed by McDonald as an instructor, all the remaining elites of the Storm Kingdom are here.

Lothar actually wants to use them to break the queen!?

Everyone realized what a cruel decision Lothar had made at this moment.

It's a sacrifice!

It was Lothar himself who was responsible for this defeat!

Suddenly, there was a violent thud at the door behind him.

"Knock-knock-knock-"

Everyone realizes that it is the sound of orcs banging on the door with siege weapons!

"Damn greenskins!" Saidan took a sip.

Don't look at the fact that the walls of Soladin are all on fire, in fact, the entire defense line, the only gate hole, has not been affected by the fire at all. Of course, in the direction of the entrance of the city gate, there are burning debris falling from time to time, and most of the fire is not too small.

That's how the other party came!

smashed the door in a grand manner, but by Lothar's side, not many people could go up.

Originally, there was a large opening on the top of the gate in the city gate hole, which allowed the defenders to throw stones and other defensive props on it. It's a pity that there is no one on there to interfere with.

The tribe was able to slam the door as much as they could.

"Commander-in-Chief Lothar! You leave first! You're also in command of Lordaeron's main force! Uther yelled.

Tulayan also advised: "Yes! The main force of humanity is still there! ”

Due to the long distance and inconvenient transportation,

On Lothar's cheeks, almost every muscle twitched, and the look of being so sad and angry that she couldn't cry was uncomfortable just to see it.

Just then, a paladin rode back.

"What's wrong?" Lothar asked, this person was the Holy Knight who had just gone to report the news.

"No! Can't get by! The fire is too big! The war horse refused to move! The paladin wept and mourned.

The people inside can't get out, and the people outside can't get in.

This fire, even if the First Legion wants to come over, there is nothing they can do.

Finished! It's all over!

Once the orcs break through the city gate, then it will be a great chase that spreads all over the mountains and fields, chasing the dead and chasing the north. Before running more than 200 kilometers east and west of the Hillsbrad Hills, there was no place that could be used as a fulcrum to withstand the pursuit of the main force of the orcs. Except for the city of Dalaran, the small castle on the way is at most a place to survive.

Just when everyone was desperate, they suddenly heard a strange "bang" sound from the west.

"It's ......," Lothar wondered.

Uther was more sensitive: "Wait, you haven't noticed? Can't seem to hear the roar of the wyvern? ”

Not only that, but the fire in the west seems to be much smaller.

It's not something that suddenly rains or blizzards and extinguishes the fire.

This is...... Someone to put out the fire!?

Gradually, through the view distorted by the high temperature in the west, it seemed as if someone was slowly advancing, and the sound of shouting trumpets was faintly heard.

"One, two, three...... Push! ”

"Boom!"

It's close!

It's closer!

From the aura that lingered around his body, it could be seen that it should be a mage.

"Dalaran?" Tulayan was a little stunned.

The speed with which the other party extinguished the fire was simply terrifying.

I saw a [blizzard] that was obviously cast by the Dharma Master pushed over, and a fist-sized ice ridge fell from the sky, crackling and smashing on the fire, and the fire suddenly fell.

These magic masters are obviously not strong, and after a few [blizzards], they immediately want to knock magic gems and replenish mana on the spot.

Winning in ...... There are so many magic gems that you don't need money!

Then came several waterwheels, apparently drawn by war horses, and many of them were trying to get hydraulic pumps to shoot buckets of water out in the form of water guns.

As soon as the fire was small, a group of masked people rushed over, and with a two-meter-long fork, they knocked down the burned wooden fence to open the way for the army behind.

"Wow! For! For! "The sound of neat footsteps has a terrifying power in itself.

Looking at the flag fluttering in the wind, and then at the long-eared elven archers mixed in with the infantry, Lothar was stunned for a long time.

"In the name of Duke McDonald Stratholme, the Rivendell Legion is hereby on standby!" Oryx Rivendell became the most beautiful cub in the audience at this moment!

Lothar could barely suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and his lips trembled: "Brigadier General Rivendell, I order your legion to be broken and buy time for the withdrawal of the army, five ...... No! Three hours is enough! ”

Rivendell cocked up a finger.

Lothar was embarrassed and gritted her teeth: "An hour?" Okay, too. ”

Even if it takes an extra hour, the soldier's chances of survival are much greater.

Rivendell didn't know who he had been with for a long time, and he was a little bad at learning: "No! We only keep it for one day, and we can't do it any more. ”

Lothar was stunned for a moment, then smiled, walked over, and lightly smashed his fist on Rivendell's chest: "Don't die!" ”

"No, it won't!"

Looking at Lothar's distant figure, Uther, Dasohan, Tulayan, and Fordin came over and stood silently side by side with Rivendell.

At this moment, Uther and the others truly accepted Rivendell as a part of the original paladin, rather than an outsider added by a traverser.

The new version of the Silver Five Saints was established.

Twenty minutes later, when the brutal beast's head smashed through the huge city gate, the tribe's vanguard was greeted by a rain of arrows.

A photo of the city, the 60-meter-wide city gate hole, became a slaughterhouse.

Looking at the past, it was all orc warriors groaning and howling in pain in a pool of blood.

On the east side of the Soradin Wall, Orgrim, who was watching the battle, was in a trance at this time: "Where did my big team of dragons go?" ”