Beneath the ruins of Lordaeron, the battle under the noses of the Forsaken is drawing to a close. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the city wall, an Forsaken officer watched the battle below, turned his head to look at the demon beside him, and said solemnly, "Lord Varimasas, aren't we going out to rescue our people?" They're fighting to the death with humanity down there! Are we just watching like that? ”

Lying on the ramparts and looking down, the undead rout fled into the city in a hurry, and he saw the apothecary Putress rushing in surrounded by the rout.

Only then did the Dreaddemon King's face show a somewhat relaxed expression, and his expression was very inconspicuous.

The demon turned his head to glance at the Forsaken officer, and he snorted coldly, "Pay attention to your identity Ant, I am the Supreme Defense Commander, I don't need you to teach me how to do it!" ”

The evil flame in the demon Varimathas's eyes lit up, "If you are not satisfied with my command, you can go out with your soldiers yourself and go to rescue your people." ”

Varimatas let out an inexplicable laugh as he looked down at the Forsaken, "I believe the Queen must have her own way of dealing with such a person who does not obey her commands." ”

"Or," Varimatas sneered, pointing to the helicopter overhead, "are you sure you can save your people right under their noses?" ”

The Forsaken officer gave the demon a deep look, then turned to look at the Forsaken fighting the enemy below, the hand clutching the weapon creaking.

In this regard, Varimatas saw it in his eyes, how could this fear demon king who played with the inner world of the intelligent race not know what they thought?

Varimatas snorted coldly in his heart, if it weren't for Lord Akmund being blasted back into the Twisted Void by a group of elves, you ants might have become slaves of the Legion long ago!

But that's fine, Varimatas felt a little smug in his heart.

Sylvanas, that stupid woman, thought I was going to kill Banazal. He asked me to kill him as a pledge of surrender. Don't you know that between our fear of the Demon King Nazrezm, it is impossible to kill another Nazrezm due to the rules.

Now my brother Banazar lurks in the land of Lordaeron, waiting for a perfect opportunity.

Humanity, the Forsaken, you are all pawns between our brothers, and what you are doing now is for us!

It won't be long before you will be our pawns, under our control!

Neozu, Arthas, sooner or later we will lead someone to kill and liquidate you in Northrend, and let you know the fate of betraying the Legion!

Varimathas took one last look at the battle below, and with only a few survivors of the Forsaken, he gave the order.

"Close the door!"

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The door was closed with a heavy tin sheet.

It's time to find some idiots with special ideas in the Undercity. Varymatas strode towards the throne hall with a deer's hoof.

Putres is one of the best candidates.

Even if this fool became a dead man, his inner desire did not decrease at all.

Now go to that stupid woman, plead with this idiot, by the way strengthen the discontent in his heart, everything is under control.

Outside Lordaeron, the battle between the living and the dead is over.

Some of the horses lost their owners, and they stood alone beside their fallen masters, arching their bodies with their noses, trying to get their owners back on their feet.

And their owners have long lost their precious lives.

After the frenzy, Bridget came to her senses. She walked numbly on the battlefield, looking at the tragic situation on the battlefield with a blank face.

Of the two thousand cavalry brought out of Iva, less than a thousand remained after this battle. More than 500 cavalrymen died directly in this battle, and more than 300 were seriously wounded. Three hundred more were missing, their bodies were nowhere to be found, perhaps the Forsaken had been taken into the ruins of Lordaeron by the fleeing Forsaken, and the rest of the soldiers were almost all wounded.

In the air above the battlefield, the Crusader helicopters were levitating in the sky, covering them. A loud roar drowned out the wails of the undead soldiers on the battlefield, and the remaining cavalry gathered up the horses that had lost their masters and placed the bodies of their dead brothers on their backs.

Bridget watched all of this numbly, and for the first time she wondered if she was doing the right thing. Because of her recklessness and competitiveness, most of her 2,000 cavalry were lost here.

Most of them were new recruits, and they were under their command, and they were determined to charge the Forsaken, who were twice as numerous as them!

They believe in themselves so much, and what do they do?!!

Bridget felt like a worm was biting.

Why! Why did you charge the Forsaken five thousand with two thousand cavalry?

Bridget stopped, and at her feet lay a young soldier who looked like he had just turned 17. He lay quietly on the ground, a serene look on his immature face. In his chest, a large hole was smashed into the cuirass, and all the intestines and internal organs flowed out and were all over the ground.

Bridget shuddered.

The two soldiers walked over, they first saluted Bridget, who looked at them with a stunned face, wrapped the soldier's chest in a simple cloth, and then carried away the soldier's body on the ground with a blank face.

Bridget's gaze has been following their distant backs.

"Herald! There are a few brothers who are going to die! Our bandages can't stop the bleeding! We need your Light to help! ”

Just as Bridget was stunned, a rush of footsteps accompanied by the shouts of the comer made Bridget recover.

"Quick! Take me there! ”

Bridget turned around and hurried after the soldier who was reporting the news.

In the woodland, in an open field, there were rows of wounded soldiers, most of them seriously injured and waiting for treatment. Some of them were covered with linen, others were dying, they were calling out the names of their loved ones and loved ones, and some were shouting as if they couldn't accept it.

"Farewell, my Asha."

"Alas, my Lordaeron, I can't fight for you anymore."

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! A young soldier shouted excitedly, lying on a sheet of linen, clutching his arms and clutching them, while his comrades wept around him, "I'm so young!" How could I die here! I don't have a lover of my own, I don't have a ......"

The young soldier wept bitterly.

When Bridget came over, she saw the same scene.

She hurried over to the nearest young soldier and examined his injuries.

"Woooooooooooooo The young soldier cried bitterly, "Gross~~!" Dark stains of blood spat out of his mouth along with fragments of internal organs.

Bridget chuckled in her heart, this injury had already injured her internal organs, and she needed the War Priest to use the stasis removal technique, and it was possible to save her life with rapid treatment.

However, his Holy Light Technique was not necessarily useful, at most it could only delay the time of his death, and there was not a single field priest in the entire cavalry team.

Before she had time to think about it, Brigitte stretched out her hands and said a sound, and a golden light appeared on her hands, and she pressed against the crumbling plate armor on the soldier's chest without pause.

The soldier's vomiting stopped, and his pale face turned a little rosy.

"Thank you, Britst Herald." The young soldier smiled with difficulty, "I feel my body feeling better. ”

Before the soldier's words were finished, he vomited out a large mouthful of blood, and many pieces of internal organs were spat out.

Bridget's heart sank, and this was not a sign of being healed.

"Let the helicopter above bring a couple of field priests over! Fast! Go Brill! Bridget said to the soldiers beside her, telling them to contact the helicopter.

She stretched out her hand, and the holy light condensed again, and the dazzling light chilled the darkness here.

"No... Don't waste it on me," the soldier said intermittently, and the young soldier looked up at Bridget.

The soldier, who looked like he was just an adult, perhaps not even 18 years old, stopped Bridge's move.

His face was abnormally flushed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I'm going to die, Sister Bridget." The soldier struggled to make a smile as if he was laughing, and he whispered with difficulty, "Please... Allow me to call you... Sister. ”

Bridget's eyes instantly turned red, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes.

She gently hugged the young soldier's head and held him in her arms, her voice trembling, and she said in a thick nasal voice, "I am your sister!" Always your sister! ”

"Alas, sister. I didn't think I'd die here, I'm so young. The soldier sighed, his body trembling.

Bridget hugged him tightly, and a glittering light appeared around her.

"No, it won't! Hold on a little longer, and you'll be safe when the pastor arrives! Bridget sniffled and touched the tears in the corners of her eyes.

"No, sister, I want to sleep, I hear my family calling me." The soldier slowly closed his eyes, "They're calling me, I want to sleep." ”

"Can't sleep! Brother! Look at me! Bridget shook the soldier in her arms with her eyes closed, and called his name anxiously, "What's your name, brother, my sister doesn't know your name yet!" ”

"Bolton, Bolton Lavigne." The soldier opened his eyelids and looked at Bridget with a smile, "Sister, I'm sorry, I can't hold on anymore." My family is waiting for me, they are calling me. I am honored to be able to contribute my own to my Kingdom, even if it comes at the cost of my life. ”

"How I want to live," the soldier muttered in a low voice, his body softening, and his outstretched hand hung down.