"Eight hundred steps!"

"Five hundred steps!"

"Four Hundred Steps......

The siege of Lordaeron unfolded in despair and darkness, with barely a ray of sunlight shining into the city, and an endless army of the undead as far as the eye could see. Warriors stood on the walls, swords and shields in hand, waiting for the moment of hand-to-hand combat, while elven rangers and human archers in the towers awaited the commander's final orders.

The once vast and majestic New City of Lordaeron now seemed so small under the army of the undead that it was like a tiny island in the Sea of Death, as if it would be swallowed up by this wave at any moment.

Ares stood above the main city gate, and from here, the Scourge was like a blue ocean, glowing with icy frost.

For a moment, Ares remembered what it had been like when Quel'Thalas fell, and the undead army of rolling skeletons and zombies rushed straight to the gates of Silvermoon City, and Quel'Thalas's most elite hoplites collapsed in an instant under the impact of the Scourge.

And now, he is leading a ragtag army of militiamen and retired knights. The entire population of Lordaeron is less than 200,000, plus the garrisons of the Knights and Stormwind, as well as the reinforcements of the Blood Elves, the total number of people is less than 250,000, but it has to face a million undead. Even in the Angela Insect War back then, there was not such a huge disparity in troops......

Ares looked up at the sky, but the clouds obscured Lordaeron's sky......

"What are they doing?"

Finally, the mighty army of the Scourge approached the walls of Lordaeron. However, Sylvanas, the Ranger General who had been waiting for the best time to shoot, was blindsided. She saw countless Scourge soldiers braving ghostly fire stop when they were still two hundred paces away from the city walls. This made it difficult for the archers, who could shoot at this distance, but it was not very effective and exceeded the range of the longbow. Even if you hit the enemy, the lethality is not strong.

But why should they stop?

Sylvanas muttered to herself in confusion.

Soon, there was an answer. In the midst of the hordes of the undead, rotten and massive war machines were pushed up.

These war machines look about the size of the abomination, and behind the massive skeletons are meat grinders with sharp butcher knives, on which the flesh is cut into the shape of cannonballs and then loaded into the embrasures. The creaking sound felt like it had been rotting in time and space for hundreds of years. Pieces of rotting flesh and bones hung from the massive skeleton of the meat grinder, emitting a disgusting stench.

"Take cover!"

Ares immediately understood what was going on, and warnings and orders came from Ares and Sylvanas at the same time. The next moment, there was an incomparably terrifying scene in the air - countless stumps, severed arms, and skeleton fragments were tossed by the meat grinder of the Scourge Legion, and smashed into the walls of Lordaeron like siege slings!

A real bloody storm fell under the dark sky...... Countless blood flowers and internal organs fell from the sky, carrying the necromancer's plague virus, and instantly swept through the entire city of Lordaeron......

The rotting limbs burst apart as soon as they slammed into the human defenders on the walls, and while not as powerful as the orc and Burning Legion cannonballs, they were enough to kill and injure ordinary human soldiers.

Beside Ares, a Lordaeron guard was hit in the head by a corpse bullet thrown by a meat grinder, and his head exploded like a bursting watermelon, killing him on the spot.

More warriors hid beneath the battlements of the walls, dodging the frenzied ranged attacks.

Lordaeron was in danger, and before the actual battle began, panic spread among the legions. The warriors of the Knights of the Silver Hand are still in good spirits and their morale is high. However, many of the Lordaeron militia had turned pale with fright, and hid in corners and did not dare to fight. Ares knew that less than half of this 50,000-strong army could actually fight......

At the same time, the Scourge Legion outside the city let out a deafening roar. They want to conquer the city, just as they did when they conquered Silvermoon and Dalaran. It's as simple as that......

The Lich King's power was so great that he didn't even need to fight himself to watch his army crush Lordaeron. He is going to be king, king of Lordaeron, yes, he is back...... Undefeated, Arthas stood on the hill and watched as the undead army marched towards the city of Lordaeron, as if Lordaeron's army had been under his command. Yes, they still obey his commands...... Many of the zombies in this army were soldiers of the Lordaeron Expeditionary Force who died in Northrend.

He would gladly command them again and become their king himself. They are eternal and eternal kings......

"Attack!"

Suddenly, a dazzling light flashed on the walls, and Ares ordered all ranged troops to stand up and fight back!

Countless feathered arrows and spears were sent out from the tower, whizzing towards the charging army of the undead.

But the dense rain of arrows was like sand falling into the sea, and it was soon overwhelmed by the waves of the Scourge.

The scene in front of them made the paladins and priests feel extremely stressed. They have faced the undead of the Scourge countless times, but none of them have been as crazy as they are today, crazy in numbers, crazy in combat power......

A blue tide of the undead surged outside Lordaeron, Scourge meat grinders rained down on corpses, and countless gargoyles struck from the rear of the battlefield, over the walls, and into the vast city......

"Shoot!"

Sylvanas stood on the rampart and shouted loudly. Her arrows were fired one after another, almost without stopping, but this was a war, and no matter how strong her individual skills were, she could dominate the entire battlefield. In front of the Windranger, small corpses had been piled up, and at least thirty Scourge soldiers had fallen under her arrows. But more undead soldiers have climbed the walls.

The rangers of Quel'Salas and the infantry of Lordaeron had to draw their iron swords and shields to fight them hand-to-hand. At the same time, beneath the city gates, the Abomination of the Scourge was swinging a huge chain ball and smashing it into Lordaeron's gates...... The gates were crumbling, and the defenders were fortifying, but it was a drop in the bucket. The white walls and silver-white armor of Lordaeron's army became the last hope for the city, the country, and the people.

People have complained that what Ares promised will bring them a prosperous world, a better world and a future, and now, they are not even in danger of their lives. However, many people still have no regrets, they are refugees in Stormwind and live by watching other people's faces, and here they are free people, citizens of the Republic of Lordaeron.