To be reasonable, Stormwind isn't a great place to be.

Too far from Dalaran, too close to the trolls.

It's not that Dalaran is really much stronger than Stormwind, but the problem is that far from Dalaran, the magical capital of mankind, there are simply very few mages in Stormwind Kingdom. If it weren't for the Guardians sitting in Karazhan and bringing a little magic to the 'savage' cities of the South, I am afraid that not a single mage would be willing to leave that shining pearl and come to this hellish place.

As a result, the perennial battles with the trolls have given Stormwind a large number of elite warriors, the cult of the Light has left Stormwind with hundreds of excellent priests, and the unbroken business with the dwarves has led them to even have a team of griffon cavalry. But they don't have mages!

And this makes the soldiers of Stormwind City extremely passive when facing the orcs.

The first few days of spell bombardment had dealt a huge blow to the few mages in the city, and the unspecialized mages who belonged to the second tier of dealers themselves were extremely vulnerable and helpless in the face of powerful warlocks. Now is not the situation after the undead scourge Dalaran broke the city, and Dalaran, who has mastered the 'core technology', has quite strict control over spells. These mages, who no longer belong to Dalaran, have access to a little powerful destructive magic, which is simply more difficult.

So after the desperate 'Ice Arrow + Ice Pick' against the meteor shower, the hellfire smashing the city wall, the shadow arrow chaos arrow, and all kinds of chaotic and powerful spells, Lothar decisively withdrew the mage troops that had been badly damaged from the front line.

He couldn't let these treasures be completely destroyed on the front line, otherwise even if Stormwind could survive this catastrophe, Stormwind would not be able to fight back against the threat of trolls, dwarves, and even human kinds.

As a result, without the threat of enemy spellcasters, the warlocks became more and more rampant. Fortunately, in addition to Gul'dan and Gulgar, these warlocks are also extremely limited, and they can't do much damage to Stormwind's impregnable walls. So all along, the soldiers of Stormwind City have only been fighting miserably, but they have not yet reached the point of exhaustion.

In front of Ren Fan, he is obviously a typical victim. Although the creature looked like he had been hit by a heavy object, the aura of evil energy left over the dented armor showed that it was clearly not that simple. Tearing off the already tattered armor and pressing it on the chest of this unlucky guy, Ren Fan brushed the healing technique while saying to the two pro-soldiers:

"Don't worry, if your duke only suffers some external injuries and doesn't receive curses, spells, or anything like that, then I guarantee he won't have a problem." Ren Fan said to the two pro-soldiers with a smile, combined with the golden light that escaped from his treatment, it seemed extraordinarily sacred and reliable.

"No, no, the Duke was just injured by the green stone man."

"Hellfire?" Ren Fan was slightly stunned: "Shouldn't that thing have a trajectory!" ”

"It's so chaotic on the battlefield that no one notices when it came down. And at that time the Duke was giving us a morale boost, and he told us that he would get married after the battle, and that he would invite us to a banquet together. We were cheering when the Duke was struck and we didn't even see where the strange thing came from! It's all our fault, if we're careful......"

"Maybe it's not your fault, it's all the ......fault of the flag," Ren Fan muttered to himself, looking at the appearance of this young duke, dignified, in his twenties, without the blood and dust on his face, he still looks quite handsome. He has come into contact with a lot of high-class people in Stormwind, but he really doesn't have any impression of such a guy.

Thinking of this, the man had slowly woken up. I don't know whether to call it lucky or unlucky, this guy's injuries are not serious. With just a little treatment, his wounds healed. With a groan, he propped himself up as if he wanted to sit up, and the two pro-soldiers hurriedly met him and lifted him, leaned against the pillar, and carefully found a soft cushion to put behind him. It can be seen that this guy's image in the hearts of several pro-soldiers is still very good, and the eagerness in their eyes is from the heart rather than hypocrisy, which Ren Fan can still see.

As if regaining consciousness, the Duke moved his hands and feet slightly, and then exhaled softly with some magic. He tried to stand up, but as if he sensed something unusual, he hesitated, but still didn't stand up immediately.

"Thank you for saving your life, and the Vortagan family will remember your friendship." The duke said very officially, but his expression was not as serious as being polite. Without waiting for Ren Fan to reply, he began to inquire about the situation of the two pro-soldiers on the front line. But these two had already panicked out of proportion, and it was only a matter of hell if they could remember what the front line looked like.

His face became a little ugly, and Duke Vortagen frowned. Immediately, he stood up, casually wrapped the tattered robe that had been thrown away around his waist, and walked out in a strange outfit. And those two pro-soldiers naturally blocked it with all their might. Funnily enough, the Duke of Fortagen didn't seem to be able to get rid of the joint 'confrontation' of the two pro-soldiers, and for a while, the whole barracks was filled with a philosophical atmosphere.

"It's Bervar Vortagen." Ren Fan couldn't help but say on the side, and he didn't know if he was lamenting Bolval's excellent discipline or his combat effectiveness.

"Well, don't worry, I'll take care of your duke. Now the situation is urgent, and the front line cannot be without commanders. Ren Fan said awe-inspiringly, not showing at all that he wanted to see how the battle was going to go, and by the way, he was willing to judge whether he wanted to run away.

"You?" All three of them were a little incredulous, after all, the crispy profession of a priest has always been hiding in the second line and responsible for auxiliary work. On the battlefield, a fragile priest can even be carried into the grave with just an arrow, so no matter how fierce the battle is, no one will let the priest go to the front line, let alone ask the priest to come forward with a water in his brain......

But today, it seems that a guy with a brain in the water appeared.

With such a promise, the two pro-soldiers have nothing to say. They also hope that there will be a priest on the front line, knowing that there are many brothers who just can't wait the distance from the city wall to the infirmary and never see their families. repeatedly confirmed that Ren Fan was not hot-headed, and Bowal was no longer verbose, and personally borrowed a big shield from the guard, protecting Ren Fan like an ordinary guard, and Ren Fan couldn't help but be a little moved.

Then he propped up the barrier of light and said to the somewhat dumbfounded Bovard:

"It's okay, you just protect yourself, don't worry about me. By the way, don't say anything about marriage when you go to the battlefield, it's unlucky......"

Take off the hood from your head, now is not the time to be handsome. Ren Fan needs to ensure that his vision is wide enough. As the city walls got closer and closer, the shouts of killing and explosions became clearer and clearer. The strong smell of blood is particularly pungent even here. The blood stains seeping down the steps of the city wall converged into a small river, even if he had experienced a big battle before, Ren Fan couldn't help but swallow his spit when he saw such a scene. Taking a breath, he left the shield wall that the three men insisted on holding up, and rushed to the head of the city against the barrier of holy light.

At the head of the city, he saw a scene of the end of the world.

Dense stairs clinged to the walls, and blackened orcs climbed up like ants. From time to time, there was the sound of evil fireballs falling in the sky, and from time to time several huge hellfires fell from the sky and smashed into the city. Although these big and bulky creatures are not very combative, and even a few soldiers can easily destroy them (after all, a group of trash fish summoned has no combat power), but whenever these big guys appear, there is bound to be a chaotic vacuum in the city's defenses. At this time, many orcs who are not afraid of life and death will rush up, desperately risking being stoned to death by the monsters summoned by their own people, climbing the city wall and tearing the defense line of the city head one after another.

While Ren Fan was stunned, an orc soldier roared and rushed up not far away. The battle axe, which had already collapsed into an unknown number of gaps, slashed towards Ren Fan's shield, and then, the huge anti-shock force directly shook his weapon out of his hand.

And Ren Fan was also shocked to his senses. With a flick of his clothes, he pulled out the 'Lightbringer', and Ren Fan slashed it without hesitation. Without hesitation, the sharp blade split the orc in half, stomping on the orc's corpse as he drew his blade with all his might. Then, stretching out his arm, like a shield, the barrier of holy light blocked the blade slashed by the orc in front of him. Then, the long sword swept away, and with the supreme power brought by the infused holy light, the unlucky guy was cut in two.

And this scene was seen by Bolval, who had just climbed to the top of the city and was still slightly panting, with a strange look on his face, and he muttered to himself:

"The current pastor...... Are they all so wild? ”