"Retreat, retreat to the inner city!"

The city of Lordaeron was on fire, and an army of the undead was pouring in from all sides. The coalition forces fought and retreated, the Knights were exhausted, and Sylvanas's Ranger Guard continued to retreat, forcing the battle line to shrink.

On the city of Lordaeron, heavy catapults are ready to throw flints, and dwarven musketeers are armed with sniper rifles, aiming at the undead pursuers beneath the city.

Intrapolus, Lordaeron's last line of defense. Once the palace of Terenus, the last king of the kingdom of Lordaeron, it was much taller than all the buildings in the city, like a castle standing in the middle of the city. Proclaiming the dignity of royal power. But today, the royal power is gone, and people are looking for a refuge, a last foothold, and for the first time in a hundred years, the gates of the royal city are open to the common people.

Gianna rushed into the city with the little girl in her arms, and this place has a special meaning and feelings for her. The tall white boulder walls remained unchanged, and the huge bronze Ben bell still hung from the highest point of the royal city. Looking up from the foot of the royal city, the steps leading to the palace lead to the end of the view. It was crowded with refugees and dutiful guards from Lordaeron.

The guards of Stormwind, the dwarves of Ironforge and Eagle's Nest, and the elves of Quel'Salas are all here, and today, their fates are once again linked.

The pursuers roared, and Ares swung the Ember Messenger and turned to slash down. A golden light flashed from the blade, and after a moment of dead silence, there was the sound of flames, and the undead warriors in front of them were all ignited with the fire of holy judgment.

The rotting flesh burned away, leaving a field of black-gray embers.

But this is far from enough, there are thousands of Scourge Legions, you can kill a hundred, a thousand, but it is impossible to kill them all. Even if the Ember Bringer had such abilities, he didn't have that physical strength himself.

In the sky, countless undead gargoyles were hovering and screaming. They are too numerous to count, like an army of Angela insects beneath the scarab wall...... At the same time, Naxxramas and several small floating fortresses were already closing in on the royal city of Lordaeron. Once the army of the undead is airdropped there, the battle is all over and there is no chance of survival for everyone.

Ares knew it might be time for his final trump card......

In the midst of the hosts, Ares thrust the Ember Messenger into the ground, and a barrier of holy light suddenly enveloped him. At the same time, Ares unfastened the signal stick on his waist and shouted to the young half-elf beside him—"Fire!" Arator immediately understood what Ares meant, and he threw the torch in his hand, and then the signal rod was ignited, and in the next second, the fire burst into the sky, and a brilliant spark like a firework appeared in the dark and red night sky.

No one knew who Ares was sending this signal to, the Scourge didn't know, and Lordaeron's defenders were even more confused. They had not received any orders or arrangements before the battle, and there were no troops in the royal city that could attack. However, it didn't take long for them to find out.

The Light Priests sensed this power first, then the Paladin officers of Lordaeron and Stormwind, and finally the ordinary warriors and civilians. They saw a black cloud floating from the sky not far away, no, to be exact, they were not black clouds, but an incomparably powerful force, the dragon army composed of five hundred void dragons swept over the city, and rushed straight to the fiercest battle of the royal city.

The most powerful air force in the history of Lordaeron has finally made its debut, it has a huge scale, unparalleled strength, at first the coalition thought it was a detachment of the undead, but when this army of Void Dragons swept over the royal city without causing a trace of damage to civilians and warriors, people knew that it was Lordaeron's reinforcements!

An unimaginable roar swept through the city, and the Void Dragon army, under the control of the Shadow Priest, swooped down on the densest concentration of the undead army outside the city of Lordaeron.

The first round of the attack was launched almost unprepared by the Scourge Legion. The vast, phantom-like army of the Void Dragons suddenly entered the battlefield, and even the lichs who had lived for centuries were stunned. They didn't expect it at all. Originally, Lordaeron City would have taken only a few more hours to conquer completely. But...... Ares, the leader of Lordaeron, kept this hand......

The low-level undead are still charging, they don't know fear, only obedience. Thus, on the vast battlefield, they became the first pile of cannon fodder......

To everyone's astonishment, the first row of Void Dragons flew over Ares, spreading their terrifying dragon wings and swooping down, dense void flames churning in their bellies before erupting violently from between their mouths and noses. A river of blue flames poured down from the sky, accompanied by the piercing screams of the Void Dragon, and the flames spread out like a carpet across the battlefield, and a Void storm swept through the entire Lordaeron battlefield. In an instant, patches of undead armies were burned...... The blue Void Fire, the red Natural Fire, constituted an incomparably brilliant picture, and the sky of Lordaeron was reflected in an unnatural crimson, which was the breath of death, the breath of scorched earth.

"Now, retreat, retreat to the city!"

Seizing on this short-lived victory, Ares raised his greatsword and shouted with all his might.

The crowd didn't even have time to erupt in cheers before pouring into the city again. The royal city of Lordaeron, a palace that is less than one-twentieth of the city, is currently accommodating more than 150,000 Lordaeron refugees. Even though Ares had been well prepared before the war, when so many refugees poured into the city, this image was still the last thing Ares wanted to see.

The hot wind from the flames blew on his face, and before he had time to wipe his sweat, Ares followed the main army again and rushed forward. Cover the retreat of civilians. At the same time, Ares' deputy, the young paladin Arator raised the battle flag. That's the command to attack. The Void Dragons had separated civilians from the undead legions, and now that the heavy weapons located above the royal city could do their job, they no longer had to worry about the artillery accidentally injuring civilians and their own warriors.

The Dwarven Musketeers and Elven Ranger were in place, and when the gates of the royal city were opened, Gianna and Ronin stood above the tower, beware of the scourge gargoyles from the sky.

At the same time, in the sound of the squeaky operation of large machinery, one after another ignited boulders were thrown into the battlefield, and the artillery shells dropped from the air were even more powerful, and the flames wrapped in the shell were enough to scare the legion out of fear. But today, the Lordaeron coalition is not fighting against ordinary legions. They were the Scourge Legion, and the undead knew no fear, and the low-level undead soldiers were still beating their shields with their rusty iron swords before the boulder hit the ground.

In the next second, the flaming boulder crushed a whole row of undead soldiers.

At the same time, the Void Dragons leapt from the lows, and their target is now the massive floating fortress that descended on Lordaeron, Naxxramas......