The undead roared, the dragons roared, and from time to time meteor-like flame stones streaked across the sky, lighting up the pitch-black sky, and the defense of Lordaeron entered the Dark Ages once and for all. The whispers from the lich pulled the hordes of dead civilians back together, with more zombies and fewer guards guarding the city. They were like a black tide that surrounded the city of Lordaeron.

A gargoyle swept over the tower, grabbed a Lordaeron crossbowman, and dropped him from the air. Sylvanas narrowed his eyes, and in a heartbeat, he finished drawing his bow and shooting an arrow, which struck the gargoyle's wing with incredible precision, knocking it out of the air.

The scene of the fall of Quel'Thalas could not be recreated, and the Windranger cheered himself up in his heart. Feathered arrows erupted from the elven rangers' fingers, forming a white line that flew upwards and slew the undead monster hovering in the air.

In the sky, the Shadow Priests had piloted the Void Dragon to the giant floating fortress, Naxxramas. Hundreds of dragons, Void Dragons, surrounded the Scourge Legion's floating fortress like blue ghosts. However, the Scourge Legion is not a vegetarian either, and Kergassud stood on the flying platform, watching this scene coldly. Naxxramas, the flagship bestowed upon him by the Lich King, is a giant warship loaded with tens of thousands of undead that is not so easy to conquer.

More gargoyles flew out of the fortress, they were like insect swarms, endless, endless, the Void Dragon opened its bow left and right, clawing one gargoyle and biting off the body of another, but the disparity in numbers was still terrifying. Each Void Dragon had to face more than ten Scourge Gargoyles. Even though they possess void bodies and can avoid some physical and magical damage, they are still a little powerless in the face of the massive Scourge troops.

Ruculus harnessed the Void Dragon and leapt onto the massive platform of Naxxramas. Along with the platform were the five Void Dragons and their riders. The King of Naxxramas is at hand, however, Ruculus knows that he is not as weak as he seems. A powerful dark energy surged around him. At the same time, several massive crypt demons crawled out from behind the lich. There was a piercing screech......

In front of the lich, Ruculus tried to unleash a spirit spell, but as soon as the spell was issued, it was blocked by an invisible force......

"I've already died twice, and you've only just reached the gates of the Shadow Realm."

Kergassud smirked, his boneless fingers bent slightly, and Ruculus fell off the dragon's back. It was as if his body was completely controlled by the lich in front of him, his bones were misaligning horribly, and at the same time, a heart-rending cry came from his throat.

More Void Dragons pounced on the Lich, but the massive Crypt Demons held off the Void Dragons' attacks......

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In the air, the last of Lordaeron's air force and the main force of Naxxramas resisted, and on the ground, the combined forces of Ares and Sylvanas also tried their best to escort civilians into the royal city. More than 100,000 civilians poured into the royal city, and the city gates and passages were crowded with wounded people.

Liadline and Arator were already bloodied and panting. But they are still trying to treat the bleeding people.

The horrific situation was shocking, and the entire perimeter of the royal city of Lordaeron was covered with dead people, and those corpses were either resurrected as minions of the Scourge Legion, or simply lay on the ground and let others trample on them.

Even more terrifying was the fact that after hours of siege warfare, some of the Scourge Legion's meat grinders had already sailed into the city. The corpses that were not resurrected became their fresh ingredient - corpse bombs...... The butcher tosses pieces of bloody flesh and internal organs into the meat grinder, and the flesh dances wildly under the control of the winch......

Lordaeron's warriors were still fighting, and under the leadership of the defending general Drum, the warriors formed a circular defensive formation to defend against the massive enemy army.

"Fight, boys, we have no way out, and behind us is the Motherland!"

Drumm raised his tomahawk and roared. As soon as he finished speaking, a holy golden light fell on him, and Ares rode past his brother on his warhorse, casting a blessing of power on Drum. Taking advantage of this infusion of power, Drumm wielded a battle axe and slashed the body of a skeleton warrior with an axe, and the putrid blood and internal organs splattered instantly.

At the same time, in front of the coalition forces, there was a bright white light, which was almost the spiritual symbol of Lordaeron, and since the beginning of the siege, the light that surrounded Ares has never been extinguished, and the Ember Messenger is like the guardian of Lordaeron, protecting the people here and protecting the city. It is the last hope of the people of Lordaeron. It is where all their faith lies.

Indeed, wherever Ares went, the light shone through, and the undead were powerless in front of the blazing light, and their bodies were wiped out the moment they touched the Ember Bringer.

More and more refugees are cramming into the Intramus. The griffin knights were divided into two groups under the arrangement of the High Lord Furstad, and one group rushed into the air with their heads held high to support the Void Dragon. Another group of troops, led by Furstad, flew low to cover the retreat of civilians.

In the royal city, there were almost no nobles left, and the parliament was empty. The hall, which symbolizes the spirit of the Republic, has become an ornament, and Whitemane has placed many women and children here, because it is much safer than outside. The men tried to break in, but the guards stopped them......

As for the nobles of Lordaeron, they had fled from Lordaeron long before the outbreak of war...... Affluence makes people timid...... And the poor are so poor that they only have one life left, and it doesn't matter for a long time......

As the battle progressed, even Sylvanas withdrew into the royal city, and the ranger general stood above the gate of the royal city, staring at the massive army of the undead outside the city. Suddenly, her gaze rested on Ares in the middle of the tide of darkness. He was still alone, fighting among the undead. More and more undead soldiers and ghouls lunged at him.

"Ares, come up!"

Sylvanas shouted.

However, Ares, who was already surrounded by the undead, could hardly escape, and the layers of undead soldiers were densely distributed around, and every zombie that fell, more zombies filled up...... Reaching out their rotting limbs to Ares' silver-white armor, they came close to pulling Ares down on several occasions, but Sylvanas's arrows always came in time, killing one undead infantry after another. Until a dozen or so crypt demons opened their mucus-dripping maws and rushed towards Ares......