King Lane's assassination has thrown the entire royal legion into a panic, and looking at the angry king, the only thought of the guards is to protect the king from this dangerous place. The assassin is nowhere to be found now, so he may be waiting in a corner at this time. Only by returning to the well-defended royal city can they truly rest assured.

The two surviving priests desperately replenished Ryan's life force with holy light, but the king still weakened at a rate visible to the naked eye, and spat out a few mouthfuls of blackened blood from time to time. The damage to the body had long been minimized, but the poison raging in the king's body at this time left the two masters helpless. They had never seen this kind of toxin, which not only destroys the human body, but also devours the life force of the human being, and harvests the human soul.

The hasty retreat of the Royal Legion caused a vacuum to suddenly appear in the city, and more importantly, this vacuum area was not even filled by other troops in the first place. In order to make his friend get his wish, and in order to prevent him from being slandered by those nobles who like to make things secretly, he was just playing tricks, Lothar handed over the power to mobilize troops in Lane's area to the king, and asked the subordinates who were originally in charge of defense to be the king's lieutenant general. It's not that different in nature, but at least it's better to say.

Unfortunately, the general, who was assigned to the king's side, was harvested by Garona at the first time of the assassination. And with the king's assassination coma, the city wall where Ryan was located lost its commander for a while. Although the garrison team on the side was on top at the first time, the lack of unified command, the urgency of the battle, and the inability to prohibit the different teams from each other, made the defense of this wall a fatal weak point.

The individual combat effectiveness of orcs and humans is already very different, and the defense of Lothar relies only on the advantage of numbers. When the numerical superiority no longer exists, the battle situation instantly becomes a one-sided existence. Although the strategy of the conscription militia to preserve the elite has always been quite effective, this time, it has become a catalyst for the crushing defeat of mankind. It is difficult to form an effective cooperation with each other, and in the chaos, the advantages of human beings are quickly eroded. In just five minutes, a hundred-meter-long section of the city wall was completely cleared by the orcs.

At this time, Lothar had just received the news of King Lane's assassination.

An ominous haze flashed in his heart, and he pulled out the telescope given by the dwarf prince from the table, and he didn't know what he saw, Lothar's body instantly stiffened, and his hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold the monocular, and slammed it on the ground with a bang.

"Khadgar, Stormwind needs you!" Patting Khadgar on the shoulder, Lothar jerked out the Grand Royal Sword, then quickly gave the order to the lieutenant beside him. The reserves were quickly assembled, success or failure was at this point, and only by retaking the city as quickly as possible could there be any hope of continuing the war. Otherwise, once the city is broken, Stormwind City really won't have a chance.

Street fighting with orcs?

Don't make a fuss, this is not a humorous show.

Throwing the order into the hands of the adjutant, tearing off a strip of cloth from the map on the side, and wrapping the Grand Royal Sword around his hand, Lothar was ready to fight to the death. I just don't know what Ryan's current situation is, and hopefully this bastard is okay. No, it's going to be fine, this bastard has always been a cockroach, and he still remembers the incident of Madison, who was beaten by mana when he was a child, and even misses three vitality bullets. It's going to be fine......

Whispering to himself comforted herself, Lothar ran wildly under the city with his soldiers. From time to time, the corpses of humans and orcs falling from the walls show how fierce the battle really was. She was so anxious that she couldn't show it. However, before he could get there, a royal guard with blood on his armor ran over with this swaddling baby in his arms.

"Sir Lothar...... The royal city was attacked by orcs who rushed from nowhere, and the queen was killed in battle...... This is the little prince......"

Shoved the swaddling clothes into Lothar's arms, and the soldier fell to the ground. The soldier beside him lifted him up, probed his breath, and shook his head at Lothar. Everyone's faces were full of solemnity, the royal city had fallen, the orcs had entered the stormwind city, the queen had died in battle, and the king was unconscious...... A barrage of bad news makes people desperate, and everyone looks to Lothar in the hope of getting a direction from him.

But Lothar didn't know what to choose.

Holding back the trembling of her legs, Lothar felt nothing but despair. He only felt as if the world was playing a clumsy joke on him. But in a month, his best friend died in front of him, his sister died tragically, and another friend's life and death are now unknown. The country is ruined and the family is ruined, nothing more than that. The heaviness of fate weighed on his shoulders for a moment, leaving Lothar at a loss of what to do.

Khadgar, who was beside Lothar, was anxious, and at this time he had already roughly analyzed the situation from a few words, the real internal and external troubles.

Even if they defend the city walls, the orcs in the city who appear out of nowhere will still expose them to the danger of being trapped inside.

What's more, how the orcs got in!

And they, will more people appear one after another!

In this case, is there such a need to defend the city?

Khadgar's pupils instantly flashed a hint of ice blue, and after a moment of thought, he patted Lothar's shoulder, looked at Lothar's eyes, and then looked at the baby in his arms, and said in a low voice:

"Anduin, it's time to make a choice."

Breathing heavily, Lothar's hands trembled uncontrollably. Even with the name of a lion, at this time, he couldn't help but be surrounded by fear. He didn't dare to make any choice, because once he did, it would push the entire Stormwind City, millions of soldiers and civilians into the abyss. Looking a little dazed, Lothar seemed to think of the promise made by the three ignorant children to protect the kingdom forever. But the next moment, the overwhelming roar suddenly woke Lothar up. Looking up, at the head of the city not far away, the blue banner belonging to Stormwind City was slashed, and a tattered banner decorated with skeleton bones appeared at the head of the city.

The city was broken.

He opened his mouth in pain, but he couldn't make a sound. Tears fell silently, and Lothar slashed through the tree beside him with a fierce sword, and then let out a desperate roar in the sky. As if to alarm the baby in his arms, Varian began to cry as well.

Rubbing the back of her hand on her face, Lothar swallowed and steadied her breathing. Then, gritting his teeth, he said to Khadgar:

"Notify the ministries and cover the retreat of civilians. Summons the warships outside Stormhaven and prepare for evacuation, we ......

We lost ......"