The tide of corpses is all over the mountains and fields, swarming in, and among the human undead, there are also orc undead, like a wriggling fungus blanket spreading from the end of the earth, which is gradually swallowing the Riptide Fort.

Brainless walking corpses frantically poured in, filling the moat alive, their eyes full of hatred for the living, longing for flesh and blood, going forward and one after another, using both hands and feet, to build a slope leading to the top of the city wall with flesh and blood......

Every minute, hundreds of walking corpses climb the towers and drown the valiant soldiers with their flesh and blood.

"Hold your ground, don't retreat!"

With a battle cry, King Garin Thorbain swung his heirloom sword and slashed a swooping gargoyle in two before continuing to lead his guards into battle.

This tragic siege battle has lasted for two hours.

The young king, who had just succeeded to the throne, also led his people and fought for two full hours. After the outbreak of the plague, a large number of civilians in Fort Riptide were infected and became walking corpses and injured people everywhere. After the arrival of the corpse tide, he temporarily left behind the undead in the city, and quickly climbed the city wall to organize defenses, and held on to the present under the situation of being attacked by the undead outside and the walking corpses inside......

He doesn't have the stature, martial prowess, and commanding skills of his cousin Danas Tolbain, but he's a descendant of Ignaus Tolbain anyway!

Tolbairn, meaning troll killer and troll predator...... With the title given by Soladin the Great as the bloodline of the surname, proud of battle, proud of martial arts, after thousands of years, there has never been a member who does not practice martial arts and tactics.

The weak body of the walking corpse could not resist the power of the sword, and Garin was like a lion and tiger in a flock, repeatedly stirring up bloody storms.

Whether it's a resurrection, a powerful ghoul, or a flesh and blood creation that has undergone a certain amount of necromantic energy, it will only end up being reduced to minced meat.

A magic arrow trailed through the air with an ominous gray trail at a very tricky angle, striking the valiant but exhausted young king, exploding with a bang, thrusting him a few steps and falling to the ground.

A group of guards hurriedly stepped forward to protect the king and dragged him out of the pile of corpses. I saw that its breastplate seemed to have been burned by the high temperature, and a large hole had melted, and the skin under it was withered and pale, as if it had been drained of vitality.

Garin Tolbain stood up with his support, he wanted to say something, and lowered his head to wipe the corners of his mouth, but found that the blood in his palm was actually lingering with strange gray and black energy, and after only a few seconds, the skin of his palm was deprived of life force and became wrinkled......

"I'm fine...... Keep fighting. He said in a hoarse voice.

"Your Majesty, we can't hold it, let's withdraw......" Before the captain of the guard could finish speaking, he was grabbed by two gargoyles that flew towards him, screamed and fell outside the city wall, and was instantly swallowed by the wriggling "ladder of flesh and blood".

Garin propped up his weapon on the ground and struggled to stand up, looking at the endless tide of corpses, and a strong sense of powerlessness rose in his heart.

"How many more do we have?" He asked in a pale tone.

As he spoke, he looked at the soldiers who were still fighting on the walls, and then at the inside of the city—there were fires burning everywhere in the city, which the survivors used to keep the walking dead at bay.

The walking corpses, resurrected from the plague, roamed every street with impunity, some running in the direction of the city walls, blocked by small troops under the stairs; Others wander aimlessly.

Infected people can be seen everywhere in the city, but there are no soldiers still fighting, and no reinforcements that would have arrived to support after the crisis in the city was resolved.

"As you can see, Your Majesty, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands, I ...... I do not know. The guard said bitterly.

Garin's sense of powerlessness is even worse, he has only "inherited" this stormy kingdom from his father for more than ten days, and has not yet pursued his own political policy, has not yet achieved his own ambitions, his own ambitions......

Is this how my kingdom will end?

Alliance, Lordaeron...... Garin laughed miserably, they would not send an army to save Stormgard from the doom, and even if they did, they would only see a wasteland.

In the pale green poisonous fog that spread in the distance, catapults appeared one after another. It was the first time he had seen a siege weapon of this shape, with a shovel-like thing at the front, and the shape was quite exaggerated and intimidating, and those undead who clearly had a certain mind were loading up......

Garin narrowed his eyes.

Probably cannonballs made from corpses, perhaps carrying a deadly plague virus.

"Watch for secrecy!"

"Siege weapons, pay attention to concealment!"

Garin was very glad that the deputy captain of the personal guard also noticed the catapult in the distance, began to make a voice to warn everyone, and called a few personal guards to carry him down the tower. He didn't want to go, because he knew he was dying.

The necromantic energy in the body is eating away at one's life all the time. He could clearly feel the loss of his life, and perhaps soon, he would become one of the undead.

Compared to dying like this, it is meaningless and worthless to die, and he prefers to die in battle, at least to pull a few more undead backs.

As he was being carried off the wall, Garin couldn't help but think...... What would he have done if his father had been alive, and would he have been able to lead the people of Stormgard through this unjustified disaster?

He had too many reasons to hate the man named Solas Torbairn, and not long ago, he had exhausted his power of intrigue and intrigue by throwing a sword into the latter's chest, and disguised the death of the lord as a sudden emergency, and obtained everything he deserved "reasonably and legally......

But he had to admit that his father, Solas Tolbain, was a formidable warrior and a strategist who knew the art of war, despite his many shortcomings.

Maybe......

A little too early to do it yourself?

Damn, why would I plot all this with Oriden Pirenod, a coward with the blood of a traitor in his veins...... Exploiting each other? No, it was he who was already colluding with the nobles who had lost power, not the king himself who was in charge of a kingdom that was already in turmoil and panicked because of the orc crossing......

Is Thorbain's bloodline about to be cut off?

Danas, maybe only you deserve this surname, are you still alive?

Garin's thinking gradually blurred, perhaps because he was about to die, his heart was also good, and his thoughts suddenly brightened, recalling the past few months, and thinking about a lot of things clearly. In addition to remorse, he thought of Danas Thorbain, who had been condemned as a sacrifice by going to the home of the orcs to threaten Azeroth.

Rumble!

Garin suddenly felt a jolt, and tried to open his eyes through a gap, and it turned out that he had reached the city avenue below the castle tower. The city gate, which was supposed to be safely protected against the impact in the doorway, was gone.

The smoke filled the air, as if it had been blown off......

He tried his best to prop up his upper body, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a group of dwarf green creatures wearing strange masks, carrying explosives, and extremely agile hands and feet, and he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

These damn goblins actually help the Scourge Legion......

"Let's go, let's go!"

"Protect Your Majesty, ...... Yes! ”

Screams erupted.

In Garin's blurred vision, a tall figure in black plate armor, surrounded by many undead, approached, sword in hand, lightly slaughtering the guards who tried to protect him, His Majesty.

In a trance, Garin felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he was very familiar with each other, but the necromantic energy had made him unable to think smoothly, and he couldn't think of it for a while, where did this familiarity that rose from the depths of his soul come from with the guilt and fear hidden in the dark side of his thoughts.

When the other party came closer, his thoughts suddenly cleared, isn't this tall black-armored knight Solas Thorbain, who died at his hands more than ten days ago, his own father......

"You don't deserve to call yourself Tolbain." Solas Thorbain looked at his son, his eyes glowing blue with calm.

With a flick of his weapon, he cut off the head of the rebel with his own hands. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens