"What are they doing?!"

The gloomy sky shrouded the white royal city of Lordaeron, and at the foot of the towering walls, the army of the undead grew more and more dense, like a swarm of bees squeezing each other together. Soon, the undead troops at the city gate were far denser than in other places, and they brainlessly rushed against the city gate, however, the city gate was made of boulders and Chen Tie, and it was impossible for flesh and blood to break through it.

Sylvanas stood on the tower, asking a puzzled question. The rangers and human crossbowmen around him were equally confused.

But soon, the mages came up with an answer.

Ronin stood not far away, beckoning to Sylvanas and her Ranger Guard, motioning for everyone to take down the tower. But Sylvanas still didn't understand - "Why? ”

She asked.

Ronin didn't answer her, but pointed to the distance...... In the undulating tide of corpses, the dark blue light is constantly blooming.

"Corpse explosion?"

Sylvanas reacted immediately, and in the next second, without Ronin's persuasion, the Windranger gave the order to retreat. After the battle of the fall of Quel'Salas, Sylvanas knew the power of this necromancy...... It was even more violent than the dwarven gunpowder.

For a moment, despair and fear were written all over people's faces.

The crowd on the ramparts was retreating rapidly. And outside the city, the dark magic of the lich is also being used at a rapid pace, a hundred corpses? A thousand corpses? No, it's not enough, it needs more...... Ghouls and zombies were brainlessly piled up in the doorway, their limbs trampled to pieces by their "companions", but this was all at the command of the lich.

The griffin was still hovering in the sky, and the dwarves saw the scene, and Furstad closed his eyes. He witnessed the glory of his ancestors, however, today, there is nothing he can do to change the course of this battle. In the face of a large number of natural calamity undead, the Brute Hammer Lord felt weak and weak. He drove his griffon, let out a long roar, and flew higher, all he could do was lead the Hammer Dwarves to stop some of the Scourge Legion's air forces......

Soon, there was a deafening roar from the earth, the sound of Lordaeron's walls being blasted open...... Like a dam washed away by a flood, the original impregnable walls of Lordaeron disintegrated under the action of dozens of lich terrifying corpse blasts! Yes, there was no suspense, there was no room for manoeuvre, and the white gates of the royal city fell in front of the massive natural disaster army.

At the place where the city wall collapsed, dust flew into the sky, and the air currents from the landing of countless rubbles hit like a shock wave, instantly knocking down the warriors closest to the city gate.

The back row was not covered by the shields in the hands of the soldiers who were hit, but just when they thought they were lucky enough to escape, from behind the dust, there was an even more deafening roar. The Scourge army has launched an all-out attack.

Like a mudslide, a large number of natural disaster soldiers poured into the royal city from the gap in the city wall. The palace that had nurtured Alsace for eighteen years, the temple that once symbolized the highest peak of human civilization in Azeroth, had been invaded. It was tarnished again......

The Big Ben at the top of the hall rang again, and the heavy and mournful bell sounded like Lordaeron's last elegy......

The warriors, whose heads were bandaged and scarred, were immediately crushed and scattered by the massive army of undead. Under such a frantic slaughter of the city, there is no possibility of survival in a single battle. The battle flag was trampled on, and the fallen corpses stood up again and joined the vast sea of corpses......

Gargoyles and frost dragons hovered in the air, void dragons and griffons were defeated, and Naxxramas hovered over Lordaeron like a necropolis.

The hall of parliament, which symbolizes the spirit of the republic, is now the last line of defense for the crowd. Sylvanas, along with Ronin and Gianna, fought and retreated. Even though Azeroth's most powerful mages and rangers were here, they couldn't stop the Lich King's army.

……

As the battle line retreated, the steps leading to the King's Hall were crowded with undead creatures, and the blue fire of the undead surrounded Lordaeron like a vast sea of ghosts.

Standing at the door of the main hall, looking at the endless army of the undead, Ares's face was as dead as ashes, history turned out to be so difficult to change, then, if you want to change it, you must bear a hundred times the difficulty and pain.

In the midst of the rolling corpses, Ares pulled out the sword on his back - it was originally unpretentious and crudely workmanlike, and it existed for only one purpose - to slay the undead.

Looking at the same simple and unpretentious faces, Ares let out a hoarse and heavy voice-

"Soldiers, allow me to call you so, maybe you weren't at once, maybe you were blacksmiths, farmers, traders, wanderers a moment ago, but from this moment on, you are the warriors of Lordaeron."

"Brothers, our homeland is about to be destroyed, and we have no way back. Now, standing before us is a sea of scourge undead, the Lich King trying to destroy us, to destroy us again. Yes, it has betrayed its own country, its own people, and now it wants to destroy us once again. However, I will tell them, tell that traitor, that Lordaeron will not compromise, and that Lordaeron will never fall again! ”

Looking at the solemn and heavy eyes of the people, Ares continued to roar—

"Don't be afraid, there are so many undead in natural disasters that we have to fight against ten to have any hope of winning. But they're all soulless monsters. And we are people with souls and faith. We are the people of Lordaeron. We fight for glory, we fight for survival, we fight for justice and light in this world. ”

"Do not be afraid, for the light will come again; Do not be afraid, brothers, for the light never succumbs to evil and darkness. ”

"For Lordaeron!"

As soon as Ares finished speaking, the veterans of the Lordaeron Alliance in the crowd raised their swords and shouted. Immediately, the entire position erupted into a long-lost battle cry. It was the sound of the veterans of the Old Lordaeron Alliance raising their swords and chanting, it was the military soul of a generation of Silver Hand Knights.

The sky was raining, and the knights opened the gates of the Great Hall of Parliament, and a thousand of Lordaeron's last warriors roared out from behind the gates to the sound of their feet......

This scene shocked everyone and all the soldiers on the front line. As the blue flag on a white background fluttered, the crowd let out a final roar.

The hymn flutters and the fire of the heart blooms.

The Ember Messenger was born again, and in an instant, the dark canopy was split in two by a brilliant red light, and the intense holy light illuminated the sky above Ares's head, enveloping his whole person in a fiery red light, and in the poignant war song, the last knights of Lordaeron rushed into the tide of darkness without hesitation......