In the secret room of the Duke of Stratholme's palace, Berval sat opposite McDonaln, looking restless, especially when the screams came, and the whole person stood up and clenched his fists.

"I ...... We can't do anything wrong. "The honest man's face is full of guilt.

At this time, a slightly old female voice came from the corner of the wall: "Your Excellency Duke Fotagen, please rest assured, if the combat power on this long street is half that of the Duke of Stratholme claimed, this is destined not to cause very bad consequences." ”

McDonald glanced at the elderly female thief with the mask and crow's feet in the corners of her eyes, and the corners of her mouth lifted.

Pasonia Shore - She single-handedly founded MI7, the secret intelligence organization of the Stormwind Kingdom, and was the grandmother of the legendary master thief Madias Shore.

McDonaln drank the red wine in his hand: "You have my promise!" ”

What are you kidding, the Four Saints of Silver are in the Holy Light Church at the end of this street, and the street is especially the royal palace.

If this can roll over, then ...... Whoever deserves to be unlucky.

……

Outside, the Duke of Andorhar's carriage was unlucky enough to be targeted by the rampageant orcs for the first time.

The furious orc roared, ignoring the sword stab of the guard who jumped out of the carriage, and slashed his head with a huge 10cm cut on his scalp.

He continued to slam into the carriage with a shoulder lunge.

The magic protection circle on the carriage automatically took effect at the same moment as the impact, interweaving a light blue net-like light, finally avoiding the tragic fate of being blown up in the first place.

The impact was not something that could be easily removed, and at that moment the carriage seemed to have suffered a terrible small earthquake, and the whole thing fell to the left and fell to the ground, and the horses fell to the ground.

The fat pig Duke of Andohal inside was lifted off by the sudden impact and hit the Duchess beside him hard, and the two of them rolled to the original left window together, and then fell unconscious.

It's not that there are no noble guards fighting back, but this is the heart of Lordaeron, and the guards are armed with only a symbolic crosssword. For the sake of aesthetics, the sword body is often very light and thin.

As a result, they will suffer a great loss if they collide with the iron branch of the cage in the hands of the orcs.

"Ahh One of the guards was first smashed with a broken sword, and then he was hit by an iron rod that was smashed by the trend, and the whole person was beaten to the gate of the Stratholme family's mansion with a muffled snort, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead!

The Long Street was in chaos, and because they were caught off guard, the guards did not form an effective counterattack, after all, their main task was to protect their own lord, and the carriage in the distance immediately beat the horses and accelerated to escape.

The adjustable head and hasty control of the horse led to more accidents.

After the slave owner Ritter's group of guards failed to encircle and suppress them, the thirty orcs who escaped from the cage became lawless.

Kill red-eyed orcs and wring up anything that looks pleasing to the eye as a weapon.

The branches of the cage, the stone benches on the side of the road, and even the two-and-a-half-meter-high iron street lamps lit with oil lamps were pulled up by them with terrifying brute force.

An unlucky viscount was dragged out of the overturned carriage by the orcs and torn alive on the spot.

It was quite restrictive.

Bowall, who was sitting opposite McDonald, listened to the real-time voice broadcast of his subordinates, and felt more and more uncomfortable: "Your Excellency, is it really okay?" ”

"It's fine." McDonald waved his hand absently: "On this long street, the guards of all the mansions add up to at least two thousand, and there are five hundred official knights among them. What's more, in the battle against the trolls, the four holy lights who can tear the trolls apart...... The priest is at the end of the street. ”

There were only thirty orcs that escaped this time. Can you still go to heaven?

No! I'm the first one at Madondonald to believe it!

McDonald is still too tender, and he misses one thing - the human heart.

The duty of the guards is to protect their masters.

The master is fine, which is the greatest success of the guards.

Especially when the situation is unknown, closing the door of one's mansion and waking up all the guards and servants to prepare for battle is already the limit of what the guards can do.

Where do you get so many righteous and courageous acts?

Just as the guards on the long street hung up, and a group of black mold turtles were about to be slaughtered by the orcs, the leading orcs saw the most brilliantly lit palace.

The purple and white gorgeous tower, like the glorious lights of the city that never sleeps, deeply stimulated the nerves of the orc leader.

The fact that demonic blood makes orcs rampant and destructive doesn't mean they lose their minds completely.

Knowing that he had no chance of returning alive behind enemy lines, the leading orc made a decision with astonishing instinct - he brandished a machete he had snatched in his hand and aimed it at the gate of the palace, and his powerful voice resounded in the night sky: "Lok'Tar-Ogar!" ”

“Lok’Tar-Ogar!”

Primitive and rugged, with the orcs for thousands of years, the struggle in the barren land, with blood and life forged a powerful spiritual inheritance.

The roar of thirty people has the astonishing momentum of thousands of people.

The loud roar shook the entire long street, shook the city of Lordaeron, and even ...... The whole kingdom!

Armed with a variety of weapons, they launched a death charge towards the palace.

If the quality of the royal guards is good enough, they will definitely close the palace gate as soon as possible.

The problem is that Lordaeron hasn't been in war for at least a thousand years.

Lordaeron, once aggressive, has become solidified due to the limitation of territorial expansion.

In the border areas where there are still trolls or monsters, the quality of the army is okay, and the Lordaeron army in the rest of the region is quite stretched.

Most of the royal guards were served by the children of the nobles, except for the royal guards who protected Terenus and Arthas, who were really able to fight, and the rest were embroidered pillows.

Handsome is done.

It is very common for the eldest son to inherit the title and family business, and the following sons to be stuffed into the royal family guards or the Praetorian Guard to make a profit.

When these young master soldiers confronted the rampaging orcs, they looked at each other stupidly.

A burly figure half a body taller than a human, with strange green skin like a hellish ghost, and round eyes like a pair of tumbling red lava balls.

With a savage aura of hunting all things, it stared fiercely at the pee-scaring waste in front of it with a cruel gaze.

Without any mercy, the hand rises and falls.

These young master soldiers were not even as good as the guards and gladiatorial bodyguards on the street just now, and they were easily killed and dispersed.

After the three guards guarding the gate were killed, the wastes abandoned their duties, forgot to close the gate, and allowed the wagon, which had been overturned by the hacking of the horses, to squeak and moan in the wind.

Thirty orcs, covered in blood, slaughtered all the way into the palace, killing the dance hall that had not yet run out.

"Ahhhhh

"Monster!"

"There's monsters—"

"Guards! What about the guards? ”

Here, McDonaln was completely dumbfounded: no! The royal guards are so virtuous? Even the master, I can fight ten at a time!

McDonalken, who found himself playing with Dafa, took the plunge and rushed out of the garden at the front gate of the Duke's Palace with Berval just by putting on a silver cuirass, and watched the nervous and ignorant Selliek just gather dozens of people.

McDonald's acting skills exploded, and he raised the long sword in his hand with a slightly trembling voice, shouting, "Follow me!" Kill all the greenskins! Protect Your Majesty—"

Seryek only felt a rush of blood rushing to the heavenly inspiration, and selflessly shouted: "King Qin! Protect Your Majesty—"