In the depths of winter, the undead besieged the city, and the tide of darkness encircled Lordaeron's last holy place, the royal city of Lordaeron, which was like a lonely boat swaying in the sea, surrounded on all sides by the dark and boundless water. The fire of the undead was a series of ghouls and zombies as far as the eye could see, and all kinds of undead creatures filled it, and the ugly and fat abomination dragged useless corpses into the meat grinder like a butcher, becoming the new corpse.

Gargoyles hover like locusts above the sky not far away, and in this dark castle, the sun never touches. The Lich King's power is so vast that even though he hasn't actually fought it yet, Ares can already feel the source of this power. It's like ...... When I saw that dark shadow in the Sunwell Heights, Kil'Gardan...... Yes, the power is even somewhat similar.

However, Ares knew that he had defeated Kilgardan because he had absorbed the magic of the entire Sunwell and interrupted Kil'Gardan's spell to enter Azeroth. And now, without the power of the Sunwell, the pressure to face the Lich King by himself is still very great. Although the Lich King is nothing more than the creation of Kil'Gardan, it has an army of millions of undead behind him......

Just as he was thinking, a panicked horn sounded outside the city, which was the clarion call for the Scourge to launch a general attack......

When he ran up the tower with heavy steps, the siege had already begun. Countless arrows and corpse bullets flew up from the ground and smashed into the walls of Lordaeron's royal city. The walls of Terenus's palace were tall and thick, twenty or thirty meters high, but the Scourge Legion's cannonballs could hit the walls and kill the defenders and warriors on the walls.

Looking down from the walls, the undead soldiers were packed like ants at the foot of the walls, and the defending archers had no idea which undead zombies their arrows would hit. Compared to the neat salvo of arrows of the Scourge undead, the feathered arrows fired by the defenders of Lordaeron were scattered, and the ghouls pounced on the walls like mad dogs, tearing at them with their fangs and fangs, trying to climb the towering walls.

"A pack of dogs."

Drumm scoffed, pulling his longbow and firing at the undead beneath the high walls.

"No, they're not mad dogs."

Ares whispered, gesturing to the Scourge heavy ballistae not far away. I saw that under the gloomy sky, a heavy arrow with white bones flew whistling. Like heavy javelins, spearheads smashed into the walls with great kinetic energy, and although they could not inflict any substantial damage to the solid walls, these heavy crossbow arrows were nailed into the walls. The ghouls and undead soldiers below roared. Grabbing these dense spears, the massive Scourge army began to climb the walls.

Such a frenzied siege was not only the defenders of Lordaeron, but also Ares for the first time. Even the battle-hardened veterans watched this crazy scene with wide eyes. Undead fire filled every inch of the city's outskirts, and a rain of arrows streaked across the sky with a piercing whooshing sound.

Many people were afraid of being shot by the loss and lay under the battlements to avoid the rain of arrows, but many bravely stood up. They have already lost so much in this war, including their homes, including their loved ones. The plague has taken many lives, and the living have already witnessed too many deaths, and death can no longer cause fear for them.

On the ground, fierce battles broke out. In the air, Naxxramas and dozens of small floating fortresses gradually moved towards the sky above the royal city of Lordaeron. The Void Dragons and Griffin Legions took off again exhaustively to face the massive Scourge Air Force.

In just half a month, more than 30,000 people were killed by the plague, and with hunger and cold, the number of deaths was far more than that. Now, the Scourge has launched a deadly assault on the royal city, the last sanctuary of the Lordaerons. Lordaeron was on the brink of survival. Its fate lies on the boulder on the edge of the cliff, and if you take a step back, you will fall into the abyss from which you will never recover. There is no doubt that if this siege fails, there will be no chance of Lordaeron's revival. All the faithful people are here.

As the Frost Dragon flew high in the air, they didn't flinch. Because, they have no way back......

The cornerstone trembled beneath his feet, the sound of the Crypt Demon digging into the tunnel. Civilians gathered in the church, praying desperately.

The rough chapel door was pushed open, and Whitemane and Liadline followed Ares into the last sanctuary of Light.

The crowd looked at them in surprise and concern, and they saw the Grand Lord of Lordaeron, the head of the Knights of the Silver Hand, Ares. Mowgli was covered in blood, holding a great sword shining with golden light in his hand, and slowly walked up to the main hall of the chapel. The blue-and-white knight's cloak behind him had been stained with a thick layer of blood, and the blood stains had dried and solidified on it, like the flower of death.

No one knew what Ares was going to say, they just stared at the vicissitudes and melancholy man on the stage. He is their savior, their only hope.

"Holy Light, save us!"

A young man suddenly shouted. His voice carried the fear of the undead of the natural disaster, with a cry and even a begging, begging for the mercy of the Light to expel these monsters from their homes. Lordaeron is their last home.

But the Light did not respond to him. The paladins beside Ares were even more expressionless, and only Ares himself looked at him with pity and sadness.

"Yes, the Light will come."

Looking at the boy in despair and sorrow, Ares returned calmly.

"But before that, we have to fight. The Light will eventually come, and it will come to the most powerful warriors, and now, we need warriors. Lordaeron needs warriors. ”

Turning his head, Ares spoke to the civilians in the church. There are no nobles here, let alone knights and warriors. They were civilians, unarmed civilians with no combat experience. But Ares knew there was no choice. The Scourge is just outside the city, and the Lich King's minions have breached the outer gates of the royal city, and soon the palace will fall. The Knights had no choice, Lordaeron had no choice. Whether it is sent to death or ignorance, they must fight to the death.

Looking at the confused people, Ares shouted, "Yes, we need you to fight. ”

"But we're not going to ......"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

Riots and fear spread again. They have already experienced a terrible plague, and now, let them go into battle with weapons that have never been used? This is tantamount to death, and many of them can't even hold a sword...... They are nothing more than farmers, herders and ordinary citizens. As the agitated young man shouted, they had no combat experience. Ares knew it, too, but now had no choice.

"I know, I know that you don't know how to fight, you don't know how to do swordsmanship, and even, before this, you have never held a weapon, and the fear of swords, the fear of the undead, is our worst enemy. However, I must tell you that the gates of the royal city have been breached, and we have no choice. Today, Lordaeron will usher in the final battle, there are no soldiers, there are no more soldiers, I need you, even if it is a minute longer. Hope will come, and the sun will eventually shine all over the earth, but for now, we must work together to get through the pre-dawn darkness. ”

Standing in the center of the main hall of the chapel, Ares spoke angrily. A faint white light pierced through the dome of the chapel and fell on the paladin like a call from a god.