"Lord Lothar, there is an urgent report......

A knight in a white robe quickly broke into the Alliance's tent, but before he could say a word, he fainted due to exhaustion.

It looks like he's had an extremely difficult trek in the past.

"There's a letter!" Tulayan's eyes were sharp, and he saw the roll of parchment tied to the knight's arm; He hurriedly ran over to pick it off and handed it to the Alliance Commander, Field Marshal Anduin Lothar, behind him.

Lothar quickly swept everything described on the parchment, and then he gritted his teeth.

Seeing Lothar's expression, the faces of the surrounding commanders changed.

"My lord, what's written on it?" Tulayan asked tentatively.

"The Tribe has crossed Mount Alterac and is heading for Lordaeron at full speed!" Lothar's expression was very solemn: "They may have already started attacking that capital!" ”

"What?" Tulayan grew his mouth.

The generals around him, whether it was Solas Torbain, Uther-Lightbringer, or Muradin Copperbeard, all heard Lothar's words, and their faces were all full of shock.

"It can't be!" Solas was the first to speak, "Haas is guarding Mount Alterac, there's no way he's going to let the tribe go!" ”

"I believe Haas too, but the Horde is over!" Lothar put away the parchment and said, "Maybe they found a path in the mountains...... Lordaeron had only 10,000 defenders, and Haas was leading the Alterac garrison to support, and Greymane's troops were rushing in that direction...... But it's not enough! ”

Lothar paused, a hint of powerlessness flashing in the corner of her eye.

He had never expected such a crazy move from the Horde, and once those green-skinned monsters were allowed to take over the Alliance capital, the situation on the battlefield would change drastically; Even if the Horde fails eventually, the Alliance will pay a much greater price......

This is not what Lothar wants to see!

"We need to rush to help!" Tulayan stood up and shouted loudly.

"Is it too late......" Muradin muttered quietly.

They were still in the Hills of Brad, and by the walls of Soladin; And the horde's army has already arrived at the city of Lordaeron...... Perhaps by the time they rushed back, the city would have been filled with tribal red flags.

"We have to trust Your Majesty Terenus, he will definitely hold on to his capital!" Tulayan said categorically: "At the same time, we must also be faster!" ”

"Tulayan is right!" Lothar's expression had regained his composure:

"All the cavalry of the Alliance, throw away all their loads except their weapons, armor and rations, and advance at full speed...... As fast as you can, rush to Lordaeron to support! ”

……

"Prepare hot oil on the walls!" King Terenus-Minahir, who was on the wall, shouted:

"Archers, wait until the tribe is close before you release your arrows!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The Captain of the Guard, Molef, was directing the soldiers to follow his orders.

There was not a single general left in Lordaeron, so much so that the king had to command it himself; Some of the nobles who had once flaunted their might and soul were now so frightened that they fled north, while others hid in their homes and shut themselves up, and the anxious King Terenus didn't bother with them.

Fortunately, as the largest city in the alliance at this stage, Lordaeron's city defense facilities are still very sufficient, but they haven't been used for many years.

Pots and pots of hot oil boiled over the walls, and at the same time the huge trebuchets began to work again, and the archers found their place on the battlements......

"They're coming!" Some sharp-eyed archers suddenly noticed that the orcs were starting to move.

The black-green tide began to swell towards the walls of Lordaeron; Now Terenus could clearly see the hideous faces of the green-skinned monsters, each of them almost as strong as the strongest humans, with muscular muscles and huge beast-like heads......

He screamed loudly and brandished a variety of weapons in his hands.

Terenus, who had just managed to muster up a little courage, was half cold at this time.

He never imagined that orcs would be so terrifying......

"Your Majesty, hurry up and retreat, it's dangerous on the city wall!" Molref urged anxiously from the side.

Terenus nodded, then quickly shook his head again.

He couldn't leave the walls, and once he did, these inexperienced young soldiers wouldn't last long......

"Warriors of Lordaeron!" Instead, Terenus took a few steps forward, raising his dagger and shouting, "I am Terenus, your king!" ”

"Long live Your Majesty!" I don't know which soldier shouted, and then the crowd echoed it.

"These green-skinned monsters are trying to storm our cities and kill our fellow citizens; I will be with you and drive them out, for Lordaeron's sake! ”

"For Lordaeron!"

As soon as Terenus's words fell, he suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.

A stone with green flames fell from the sky and smashed into the city wall with great speed......

"Be careful, Your Majesty!" Melef shouted loudly.

But it was too late, and the terrifying hellfire emerged from the walls, and Terenus was consumed by its flames in an instant......

……

The warriors of the tribe have already charged the walls of Lordaeron.

At the forefront was the Warsong Clan. Unfortunately, they had no siege weapons, so they could only barely climb the city wall with iron hooks and ropes, and the boiling oil and stones had been pouring down with arrows, trying to drive these orcs off the wall......

Thanks to the efforts of several court mages, that hellfire has been extinguished; But the fear that remained in the hearts of all Lordaeron soldiers was difficult to destroy.

The majestic and gracious king died in front of them......

The Death Knight's skeletal steed had already appeared beneath the walls, letting out a deafening neigh...... An aura of fear emanated through the hearts of every Lordaeron soldier, and many of them cried without even encountering any opponents.

Several priests tried to dispel the fear in the hearts of the soldiers, but it was too late.

Gromash-Hellroar gripped the ropes and tried to climb up. A splash of boiling oil poured down the city walls, and Gromash hurriedly ducked to the side, but still did not escape the aftermath of the boiling oil......

"Ah......" A lot of boiling oil drippeds on his body, his arms were burning and trembling slightly, and his face was even more hideous......

"Damn humans!" Gromash roared, leaping forward, viciously splitting the boiling oil human warrior in half.

The bright red tribal battle flag was planted on the city wall.

"For the Horde!" Grommash roared.

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