Well, as the leader of the thieves, Duke Ravenhold has his own set of criteria for judging the success or failure of assassinations, and without the longevity of a long-lived race to hone his martial arts, human thieves must use countless life-and-death battles to temper their instincts.

His intuition is very accurate, in the past assassination, he could judge life and death at the moment of the shot, this is the intuition of the legendary thief, but after stabbing this blow today, he was a little hesitant, whether his assassination was successful or not The Banshee King seemed to have been killed, and there was no sign of life at all when he saw the corpse, but when he felt it carefully, he felt that it was almost meaningful, and he couldn't tell what the difference was.

Before he had time to think about it, the withering over there completely went berserk, and the guards of the Banshee King rushed up to save them like crazy.

Duke Ravenhold immediately chose to retreat, the one-armed Invar and the killer Rohan also retreated, and the silver priest was teleported away by Gianna on the other side, and several people moved extremely fast, and the withered just hugged Sylvanas's corpse, and several of them disappeared.

"Ahh Yes! I'm going to kill you, kill you! - The Blightcaller felt his heart broken, and he found that Sylvanas had no scars on his body, but the cold quality that belonged to the banshee was completely gone, and now he was holding a corpse tightly in his arms.

The Banshee King's left hand slowly loosened, and the music box he had held before rolled to the ground, and the music box rolled twice, and then the elegy called the upper elf sounded in the ears of the wither, he knew the elven language, and knew the meaning of the song.

With this assassination, the ambush began.

The shouts of killing and the sound of cannon fire were all cut off by the wither, and the old knight shouted at him several times, but he didn't react at all, only clinging to Sylvanas's corpse and immersing himself in his own world.

"Hell! Organize your defense! "The old knight had to take over the command.

The Tirisfal Glades, including the Plaguelands to the east and the Silver Pine Forest to the south, have always had a rainy climate, which is not conducive to firefighting, which is why there are many former Lordaeron officers in the army of the Forsaken, but no one reminds the army of the main reason for fire attacks, it rains three hundred and sixty-five days a year, and it is quite difficult to burn.

But just because it's hard to burn doesn't mean it can't be burned, Vanessa flickered a large amount of fire oil from Drusva, which also has strong burning properties in rain, and then Dr. Bang Bang and Helix. Armor-piercing and transformed incendiary bombs, Lordaeron soldiers braved the drizzle on the top of the hill on the north and south sides to forcibly attack.

Sky rockets fall into the gourd valley below, and soldiers who can't shoot arrows push down the logs at the top of the mountain.

The Forgotten Archers hurriedly fought back, shooting from the bottom up with a low hit rate, but shooting from the top down with an easy chance.

The archers on both sides fought back and forth for several rounds, and the prepared human soldiers soon gained the upper hand, and a large number of Forsaken archers were shrouded in fire oil and then burned alive.

Seeing that the enemy had been completely surrounded, the soldiers of the Scarlet Monastery immediately retreated, the Grand Prosecutor Whitemayne took out the magic logo, and the mage Dalaran in the distance built a teleportation array, and after more than a hundred fanatical soldiers fought to the death, the remaining soldiers safely entered the portal.

With the friendly forces retreating and the Forsaken archers suffering another heavy blow, Willy the gunner began to command his two artillery regiments, one south and one north, and began to tilt the shells into the valley floor below.

These modified shells not only enhance the lethality of the explosion, but also have a violent incendiary characteristic, often killing more than a dozen forsaken people in a single shot, and then the residual shrapnel will carry the flames and jump to cause a wider area of damage.

"Assault! Assault! Get out of here! "Death Knight Grian. Stallman exclaimed, due to the rainy nature of the Tirisfal glades, even if Sylvanas and Blightcaller were excellent in archery, but on the premise that bowstrings and arrows needed to be specially crafted, there were not many archers among the Forsaken.

The few archers were half dead in the first wave of attacks, and the rest of the Forsaken soldiers couldn't do anything at all in this valley, and the human soldiers were condescending, and it was easy and pleasant to beat them.

The armor had good defense against arrows, but it couldn't protect against fire oil, and often the body was touched a little, after which the forsaken soldiers burned like torches.

The old knight was only a mid-level officer before, and he had never commanded such a large army, but fortunately, he was still quite clear-headed, and hastily organized an elite assault on the way to and from the road.

King Lordaeron in the west will definitely not be able to go, and the fool also knows that people are prepared, break through first, and then find a way.

More than 2,000 elites were organized by him to kill eastward, and they met the elites led by Old Ferdin.

The exit to the west of the valley floor to the direction of the royal capital of Lordaeron is relatively wide, and the entrance to the plague land to the east is very narrow.

There are now more than 2,000 paladins belonging to Lordaeron, and it can be said that half of the paladins in the human camp are in Lordaeron.

And Old Fording is now holding off the enemy with a thousand paladins.

There was not a single ordinary soldier in it, they were all paladins, and they even played the banner of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

The Forsaken's desperate charge seemed to have encountered an iron wall, and the golden holy light was connected together, as if the invincible human force that could launch a counter-charge against the orc elite had been resurrected.

"For the Light!"

"For Lordaeron!"

The paladins seemed to be tireless, wielding their war hammers and two-handed swords again and again, their shields and armor shining brightly.

The Forsaken warriors also used all their strength in the face of survival, and they continued to charge like a tide, but the terrain was too harsh for their numerical advantage to be brought into play, and they couldn't rush out in a short period of time in the face of this large area of golden paladins blocking the way.

"Blighter, can you wake up!" Death Knight Grian. Stallman slapped two big mouths on the wither's face, but the other party looked numb, and only knew that he was holding Sylvanas's corpse in a daze, and he didn't react at all, which made him feel aggrieved.

I wanted to kick the music box with the lamentation open, but I didn't dare after all.

He needs help, he needs help from all sides.

"Demons! I need your help! He had to look at the Dreadlord Varimathas.

Death Knight Grian. Stallman felt a pang of sadness in his heart, he was now degraded to the point of cooperating with the devil!

Varimathas is also a little depressed, following the Burning Legion to fight in the starry sky of the universe, and has seen countless similar ambushes, but basically they use intrigues to ambush others, and the number of ambushes is really rare.