A three-story siege chariot that requires the cooperation of five people to propel. When the first rays of sunlight cast down in the early morning, Tyran gave the order to launch a general attack on the Valley of the Hearth.

Fire-filled crossbow bolts flew over the heads of the crowd and whistled into the city, setting fire to shattered wooden houses.

The orange sky, the sun shining through the clouds, fell on Ares and Tyran.

Behind him, a massive coalition of Silver Dawn and Ash Judgments. A procession of five thousand men filled the mountain road from the Plaguelands to the Valley of the Hearth. It's like an endless red river.

The paladins were neatly armored and bright, standing in the first column of the battle line, waiting for the moment when the city gates were breached and the army of the Scourge came out.

And the huge siege chariots, under the cover of peripheral fire, gradually approached the main gate of the fortress. A team of nearly a hundred people propelled the behemoth forward, and the huge wheels were even more than a man high, and in the sunlight, it was like a giant slowly approaching the main gate of the Hearthplace.

However, the main gates of the Valley of the Hearths are even more grandiose, surpassing the height of the siege engines. All the buildings in Azeroth were astonishing, and Ares had seen the most ordinary house, which was no different from an ordinary wooden house, and could only accommodate a few people. I've also seen the grand mega-buildings, in Quel'Thalas, in the ruins of Lordaeron, in Gilneth, where it's impossible to imagine how it was built.

With a roar, the Silver Dawn siege chariot slowly advanced to the foot of the Hearthdale Valley. And as the siege vehicles advanced, countless arrows were also shot from the city walls. It was like a downpour of rain on a wooden siege vehicle. On the city wall, behind the city wall, there was a dense crowd of skeleton archers.

"Fight back!"

Tyran yelled. The crossbow behind him turned the angle up and aimed it at the skeletal archers on the ramparts.

The next moment, a large arrow with a flaming flame was sent out from the ballista launch slot, and the terrifying ejection force even sparked on the launch groove. I saw huge arrows whizzing past, cutting through the sky, and then accurately falling into the crowd of skeletons and zombies. The skeletal archer who was shot immediately fell from the wall in pieces. Some of the zombies were even shot through their bodies, and their rotting bodies were broken in half. The severed arm fell from the city wall and fell like a pile of garbage under the city gate.

"Keep it up, brothers."

On the city wall, arrows kept falling, and outside the city, large arrows were constantly fired from the ballista and hit the undead archers on the city wall. In the midst of a fierce battle from a distance, the main gates of the Hearthvale began to crumble.

Huge siege engines, armed with iron sheep's head hammers, were constantly pounding against the sturdy gate under the collective push of a hundred warriors. As you can imagine, each blow slammed into the otherwise impregnable gate with incredible force, and the heavy wooden gate began to creak and creak, and dust continued to fall from above the gate. Ares knew that it was a prelude to the destruction of the city.

"Brothers, are you ready?"

Standing in front of the Ash Inquisitors, Ares roared loudly.

"For Lordaeron!"

There was no time to change out of their military uniforms, and the soldiers in front of them were still wearing blood-colored uniforms, like a burning sea of red.

Everyone roared, and for a moment, the whole valley seemed to tremble.

In the next second, behind him, a huge collapse sound sounded. Under the impact of the siege engine, the main gate of the Hearth Valley collapsed. Countless planks and sheets of iron shattered, and dust rose from the sky. Even obscured the skeleton shooters on the city walls.

"Attack!"

Ares and Tyran shouted at the same time. The forces of the Ash Coalition and Silver Dawn simultaneously charged the vast town of Hearthvale. Raising their hammers, the paladins shouted to form a golden barrier and slash into the city of Hearthvale.

And almost at the same time as the coalition forces charged, a terrifying scream of undead came from overhead, and the soldiers looked up to see countless gargoyles swooping down from above the Valley of the Hearth!

The sky was filled with such undead creatures, like locusts skimming across the land, swooping down on the ground forces of Ares and Tyran.

At the same time, from the city, countless undead spiders and skeleton soldiers poured out......

In an instant, a fierce battle broke out.

The coalition mages surged with arcane energy, and purple arcane missiles flew through the air, knocking down a screeching gargoyle. And when the gargoyles swooped, they were blocked by the mage's magical barrier and crashed into the wall of air. Wailing back to the sky......

The paladins summoned the pure light to fight, and in the crowd, sporadic lights bloomed.

Ares gripped his fallen greatsword and slashed at the rushing skeleton in front of him. Then one turned, sending the fallen Ember Messenger into the mouth of the ghoul who pounced on the other side. The ghoul was stabbed to the ground with disgusting blood, and Ares pulled the Ember Messenger out of the ghoul's body, splashing black blood all over Ares. The blood was sticky and sour, it was rotten, but it was the norm. The battle against the Scourge is so disgusting and brutal.

In the midst of the scuffle, Tyran led a squad to occupy a tower closest to the city gate, and he shuttled through the alleys of Hearthvale with such ease, followed by the best paladins and warriors of the Silver Dawn, all clad in heavy plate armor and armed with heavy weapons such as two-handed swords and two-handed hammers, violently tearing through the Scourge legion's defenses. Ares suddenly remembered the kitchen knife team in the game in his previous life, probably like this, regardless of tactics, fighting with courage and faith......

"Ares, call some mages up!"

After rushing to the top of the tower, a bloodied Tyran shouted from the tower. Ares discovered that from the location of this tower, he could shoot the undead on the city walls. worthy of being a landlord...... So familiar with the terrain here, familiar with every building and military value here.

As much as Silver Dawn didn't like mages, Ares knew Tyran had no choice at times like this.

Under Ares' orders, the Five Fireballs ran towards the tower with neat steps. Ares had always thought that this gang was a joke, but now it seems that it is not false at all, and he has to maintain a neat formation even when fighting......