Thousands of allied troops marched from Brill to Lordaeron, finally arriving at the city of Lordaeron just before dawn.

The Fishmen and the Gnolls are ready to be the cannonballs that will blast through the gates of Lordaeron until they are completely dead, and there will be no more soldiers.

This is an iron order from Sylvanas, and if the fishmen and gnolls resist, if they retreat, after them, nearly a hundred skeleton mages will let them experience what it means to be a fire and ice sky.

The order had been given, and Augustine followed the enraged old Toby to the front of the warline, where they were to read Sylvanas's orders.

Then, it is time to wait for the general offensive to come.

Sylvanas looked up at the towering walls, frost on her face. Inside the castle is the territory of the Dread Demon King, but when the sun rises, the Dread Demon King will become history.

And she, Sylvanas, will be the new master of this immortal city that has stood for thousands of years.

Just then, dawn finally arrived, and the sun broke free from the last of its restraints and shed its first rays of light on the world. Through Lordaeron, you can see the whitish fish maw in the sky to the east of the Silver Pine Forest.

At this moment, Sylvanas gave the order, and the assault began.

For the first time, the earth-shattering drums sounded over Lordaeron, and the fishmen and gnolls rushed towards the gates of Lordaeron to the beat of the drums.

It seems that there is a magic in the beating of drums that can detonate the most primitive commotion in them. At this moment, there was no more Sylvanas's order in their eyes, but a violent hatred for humanity and for this great city that had been immortal for thousands of years.

They will wield butcher knives to avenge their comrades who died tragically under the human sword, and to avenge the ancestors who died tragically under the human knife for thousands of years.

Above the city, there are a team of demons with sharp blades in their hands, wearing strong armor and the undead enslaved by the demons, the demons look at the dense fish people and jackals under the city, with a cruel smile on their faces, and the undead look at the "vivid and vivid" kind of people in the distance, their eyes are full of longing.

"Put!" A blue-skinned demon roared.

Then, an overwhelming rain of arrows shot at the city, and the coalition army, without armor and shields, instantly killed a tenth of them, and countless wounded.

But the sound of war drums behind him became more intensive, and the blood of the soldiers who charged with all their strength boiled, and it seemed that if they didn't do anything, their hearts would be detonated by the drums.

Sou!

Sou! Sou!

Sou! Sou! Sou!

……

From the first fish-man throwing the spear in his hand to the head of the city, to the time when all the fish-men threw their spears at the head of the city, it was only a second.

In an instant, a rain of arrows made up of spears flew towards the demons and the undead they controlled.

Even from the bottom up, the spear that is ready to strike is much more powerful than the attack of the rain of arrows, and with just one throw, the fish-man achieves no less results than the enemy's volley.

The demons were stabbed with spears, and blood of all colors was spilled all over the city. The undead were also attacked indiscriminately, and bones and carrion were scattered all over the ground.

The war entered a fever pitch in an instant, with both sides suffering losses and all of them fighting real fire.

Arrows and magic from the walls continued to shoot at the city, and the fishmen drew spare short spears from their backpacks and threw them at the city in waves.

However, the prepared demons began to hide in the battlements, and the short spears either flew overhead or stuck in the walls, and only a small number of them fell to the demons and the undead.

And the fishmen and the gnolls were not so lucky, the empty field in front of Lordaeron could not bring them a little cover, and these living beings were almost naked charges, and then charged.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the fish-man and the gnolls were extinguished by the relentless reality, and they chose to retreat as they looked at their falling companions.

On both sides, there is a city wall that cannot be seen, retreating, only running back.

However, as soon as they retreated to safety, they were greeted by their own ruthless Warlords, whose magic had taken shape at the tip of the Skeleton Mage's staff, and whose bow and arrows were above the full skull.

Sylvanas stood in front of the team and said to Old Toby and Augustine with a blank face, "Keep charging, and when the sun rises, you must break through the gates of Lordaeron." ”

"Otherwise!" Sylvanas's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said grimly, "You are all going to die." ”

Old Toby stomped his foot, but he was helpless, moving forward, there was still a glimmer of life, retreating, he would definitely die. He pulled an annoyed Augustine back into the ranks.

The earth-shattering drums sounded again, and the fishmen and gnolls began to charge again.

This time, they had no chance to retreat, the enemy did not allow it, the Allies did not allow it, they could only seek a glimmer of life in death.

I looked at the number of fish people and jackals that had plummeted, and my heart felt as if I had knocked over a five-flavor bottle, and the sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty were all accounted for.

With no siege engines, no battering rams, no trebuchets, not even a piece of armor or a wooden shield, the fishmen and the gnolls rushed towards a group of perverted perverts like virgins with their legs outstretched.

I don't understand war, and I've never experienced it, but I know that that's not how wars are fought.

War is definitely not to send one's own companions mercilessly to the guillotine without blinking an eye.

"General!" I bit the word "general" very hard, "I can't let them charge anymore, there are no siege equipment, even if they rush to the city, it will not help." ”

Sylvanas didn't even look at me, and said, "The failure of the fishmen and the gnolls is a planned thing, and you don't have to intercede with them." ”

I was stunned, within the plan, is this what you call the plan of the fish man and the jackal to take advantage of the chaos to seize the city gate when the army is defeated?

But why weren't the Abominations ready for the first charge, it was a good opportunity at that time, and the vanguard was only a dozen meters away from the city gate.

Why do you have to launch a second charge, why do you have to launch a second charge after the fish-man and the gnolls have been reduced by half?

Don't you know that the next rout will not be just a rout, but an extinction.

"General, you are murdering, wantonly killing your comrades." My words were very heavy and hateful, because I could no longer control the anger in my heart.

Sylvanas smiled strangely, then whispered in my ear, "That's right, I'm murdering, trapping fishmen and gnolls, you know why?" Because they are a big obstacle to my march into the Silver Pine Forest, so, here, let them die. ”

Sylvanas's voice was soft, but every word pierced my soul, and in the end, I could barely stand, Sylvanas is still the historical Sylvanas, she hasn't changed at all, she is so ruthless and cold, and regards everything as her "arrow in the bag".

"Archibald, Belduga!"

"Here!" "Here!"

"Order you two to charge Lordaeron in ten minutes, and this time, the gates must be breached."