Anduin-Lothar couldn't help but gasp as he watched the army of orcs swarming under the city.

A dense army of orcs, lined up in a neat formation, marched towards the walls of Stormwind!

An army of black and green, black for their armor and green for their skin...... From afar, it looks like a black tide.

And the orc who rushed to the front was more than two meters tall and held a dark war hammer in his hand.

Through her recent dealings with orcs, Lothar is no stranger to this orc:

The Black Hand, the chief of the Blackstone Clan, is also the great chief of this group of orcs who call themselves "tribes".

It was far away, and Lothar didn't hear the orcs roaring...... But vaguely, he could feel the bloodlust and fanaticism of the orcs.

The warriors of Stormwind City, dressed in blue robes, stood neatly on the city walls...... Thanks to Medivan's timely message, Lothar was able to set up this relatively strong defensive line on the city wall early.

Can you resist this wave of attacks from the orcs, Lothar has no confidence in her heart at this time!

"Catapult!" He commanded in a low voice.

"Yes, Marshal Lothar!" A young officer shouted.

Ten huge catapults, the instruments eject huge stones...... Soon smashed flowers in the line of the orcs.

From afar, it can be seen that many orc warriors died under the stones...... However, this did not reduce the speed of the orcs' advance.

The Black Hand raised the sledgehammer in his hand and shouted, "Lok'tar! ”

The orcs picked up suddenly.

"Archer!" Lothar commanded again.

Countless bows and arrows were fired at the orcs' positions...... The orcs who rushed to the front row, many of them had several arrows pierced into their bodies.

But as if they didn't feel pain, these lethal bows and arrows did not stop them at all.

"It's a warlock's magic!" Lothar frowned.

The mages of Stormwind City, without Lothar's order, have already begun to attack:

All kinds of spells poured down from the city walls and exploded in the formation of the orcs.

This time, rows of orcs fell to the ground......

"It's a pity that Halgrin is dead!" Lothar frowned, if that court mage was here, the battle he had achieved at this time could even exceed that of a regiment of soldiers!

The orc warlocks under the city walls also quickly launched a counterattack:

The flames of evil energy burned towards the walls, and several mages had no time to dodge, and the flames were haunted and screamed......

There are also a few warlocks who seem to be of high status, and they have set up summoning circles behind the orc's human wall!

"Griffin Knights, stop them!" Lothar sensed the crisis and hurriedly shouted.

But it was too late, and several huge green stones fell from the sky, most of them fell on the city wall, and one even fell on the city wall.

The green stone turned into a stone giant, but green flames burned around it......

If Carlin is here, he can easily recognize that this is "Hellfire"!

The hellfires under the walls were pounding at the gates, and their power was terrifying...... And the hellfire on the city wall, in an instant, killed no less than a hundred human warriors!

……

"Don't back down, warriors!" A majestic voice came from behind Lothar: "Remember the crimes these monsters have committed, if our defenses are breached by them, the cruelest fate awaits our loved ones!" ”

"Ryan!" Lothar hurriedly turned around.

It was King Ryan Ureon, who led Prince Varian to the top of the city walls.

"It's dangerous here!" Lothar shouted.

Ryan used to be a good warrior, but after so many years in the court, Lothar couldn't guarantee that he wouldn't be hurt on this battlefield.

"No, Lothar, my brother!" King Ryan shook his head, "I'm here to fight alongside my warriors!" ”

The sudden appearance of the king and prince on the battlefield greatly boosted the morale of the human warriors.

Lothar took a deep breath, calming her slightly trembling hands; Then he pulled out the giant sword at his waist, the "Holy Sword" Quelzaram!

"Give me a fire protection magic!" He commanded to a mage beside him.

"Yes, my lordship...... But if you face that demon, you can only last ten seconds at most......"

"Ten seconds...... That's enough! Without hesitation, Lothar charged towards the hellfire.

Hellfire's heavy punch almost hit Lothar's body, but fortunately he avoided it in time...... At the same time, Lothar also jumped high.

The blade of the "Holy Sword" Quelzaram shone with a dazzling light, an enchantment cast on his weapon by his best friend Medivan, an enchantment that would make this sword a nemesis for any demon!

The sword flashed, and the hellfire was split in half by Lothar!

"For Azeroth!"

The human soldiers let out an exhilarating roar.

A smile welled up on Ryan's lips, rejoicing at his best friend's courage...... But in an instant, he felt the killing machine coming from his side.

"There are assassins!" Ryan drew the short sword at his waist and pulled Varian behind him at the same time.

The orc assassin emerged from the shadows, her body was shorter than that of ordinary orcs, and the short blade in her hand stabbed Ryan into the heart without hesitation......

"Father!" Varian shouted.

The short sword in Ryan-Wrynn's hand split the assassin's dagger with a single blow, leaving a faint scar on the orc assassin's face.

The surrounding soldiers gathered around, and the assassin saw that the situation was not good, and disappeared into the shadows in an instant.

"It's okay, Ryan!" Lothar ran over, and he sensed that the king was wounded.

"Nothing!" King Ryan carefully removed the heart armor from his chest, which had been cut in half by the orc assassin...... If I had been a little slower to react just now, I might have died here......

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"Your Majesty, Marshal Lothar, the gates of the city have been broken!" The guards shouted.

The hellfires under the walls have successfully broken through the gates...... An army of orcs is swarming!

"Damn it!" Lothar raised the "Holy Sword" in his hand: "Prepare for street fighting!" ”

"No need, Lothar!" A somewhat weak voice came from behind.

An elderly mage walked up the rampart, followed by his elven assistant.

"Mad......"

Astral mage Medivan has woken up from her coma.

"Ryan, I promised you that I would protect your kingdom with Lothar!" A smile appeared on Medivan's face: "Now is the time to practice!" ”

Etiyesh was lifted alof, and the ancient incantation resounded almost throughout the battlefield.

And above the sky, dark clouds are thick!