My words stabbed Garethos deeply, and it was clear from his purple face that if it weren't for the Ember Bringer in Mograine's hands, I doubt he would have jumped on the city and killed me with a sword.

Mograini squinted at Garisos, and he became more and more skeptical that he had done the right thing, for the undead on the walls were not what Garissos had claimed, and that the spirits of the self-proclaimed Forsaken seemed to be as they had been claimed, a wretched bunch of poor people ready for revenge.

The soldiers behind him were whispering, the reinforcements around him were hesitating, although Garisos was already angry, but he had to force himself to calm down, and the army was disillusioned without a fight, which was a taboo for soldiers, and the situation must be reversed, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"Sylvanas, are the undead just a bunch of cowards who are quick to talk? Denigrating the Lordaeron People's Resistance Army with nothing is this, is this the last struggle of Arthas? ”

"Break free from the Lich King's control? Free undead? It's just one side of your story, and don't forget, last month, just last month, Sylvanas you led your wretched banshees to turn an innocent village into a ghost village, and last month you stretched out your sinful hands to a group of poor refugees......"

"Your words now will convince us that you are free from the Lich King's control, don't be kidding, if you can really get rid of the Lich King's control, Quel'Salas will be reduced to ruins in your wail?"

"Hmph, if you don't get rid of it sooner or later, do you have to get rid of it when Lordaeron's forces are at their emptyest? You **** full of lies, Arthas has already explained it to you, under the iron horse of justice, pretending to be pitiful? Telling a lie? Do you think that in this way you can deceive the innocent victims of your homes? ”

"Do you think this will help Arthas keep his 'kingdom'?"

"Don't be delusional anymore, I have already seen through your conspiracy, and now is the time for you to pay the price."

Garissos's voice was quick and loud, leaving us without any room for justification, and branded us as "Alsatian minions", but that wasn't the end of it.

"Sons, it's time to take home the garden, and go into the city with me!"

Suddenly, Garisos launched the order for a general attack, which suddenly caught Mograini off guard and made all the soldiers slightly stunned.

But the military order was like a mountain, and the soldiers had to obey.

In an instant, thousands of centaurs erupted in an earth-shattering roar, and they marched in formation, pressing towards the city.

Mograini was surrounded by everyone and ran forward, he had already scolded Garisos in his heart, and he didn't make any deployments, no shield warriors and heavy armor to open the way, no archers and magicians to suppress the rear, so he launched a general attack?

If it weren't for the fact that there were too many people around, if it weren't for the fear of the army's morale collapsing, Mograini would have turned around and left with his men.

However, none of this happened, neither the mercy of the soldiers nor the being carried up, Mograini had no chance to leave, and he rushed towards Lordaeron in his anger at Garethos.

In fact, all this happened not because of Garissos's incompetence, but because of the "situation", if it weren't for the great strength shown by Mograini, if it wasn't for his biggest barrier being shaken, if it wasn't for the ......

Galysos would not be so reckless, as a qualified marshal, he would definitely arrange his troops as Mograine thought, and eat away at the power of the undead step by step.

However, then again, judging from the position of Garethos alone, perhaps, this order is the best choice at this time.

By forcibly tying Mograini to his chariot, even if he is defeated, he Garisos will be able to recruit more soldiers in the name of Mograini.

The living brazenly launched a general attack, which Sylvanas could not have predicted.

But years of military career still made the former ranger general make the most correct decision.

Without hesitation, without pity, without fear, she gave the order, and the forsaken on the city walls raised their weapons one after another.

Whether it's bows and arrows, or magic, they all shoot at the enemy under the orders of their king.

In an instant, a tide of death rushed down the city.

War is not a child's play, the slightest carelessness can kill you on the spot, in the face of such a dense array of arrows and magic, Mograini can no longer complain and hesitate, he raised the ash bringer in his hand, and danced in front of him.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Neither arrows nor magic could penetrate the shining light, and without exception Mograini kept it out.

But not everyone has the swordsmanship of Mograine's superlative, and although the Lordaeron People's Resistance Army is well-armed, under the first wave of attacks, one in ten people still fell forever in front of the "homeland".

At a distance of 100 meters, it was almost fleeting, and the rain of arrows on the city wall had just fallen in three waves, and the Lordaeron People's Resistance Army had already rushed to the bottom of the city.

At this time, they had just over half the strength they had in their heyday.

"The gates must be broken!"

This is the cry in Mograine's heart, outside the city, there is already a sea of arrows and magic, and only by rushing in, rushing into Lordaeron, can it be possible to survive.

Rumble!

Facing the city gate made of huge stones, Mograini slashed a powerful sword, and the holy light burst from the blade of the sword, slamming into the city gate, with a loud bang, the boulder was shattered, and countless undead in the gate turned into ashes.

"Rush!" Mograine roared and rushed toward the city.

"Damn, what the hell is this weapon?" Sylvanas never imagined that the strong fortress he had organized would turn into dust under Mograine's sword.

She cursed under her breath, and then drifted towards the city, in the direction of Mograini.

In the face of the Ash Messenger, although she trembled, she had no choice, the two armies clashed, king against king, general against general, soldier against soldier, this is the norm.

"Hee-hee, no!" Seeing Sylvanas' decision to go away, I lost two souls in one of my three souls, and I didn't care if I could call Sylvanas's "nickname" in front of everyone, so I roared directly.

The enemy had already breached the city gates, and it was useless to continue to hold on, and all the undead on the walls ran down the stairs as Sylvanas jumped towards the city.

Street fighting, about to break out.

Surrounded by the undead, I finally felt how Mograini felt at the beginning, and I couldn't help myself at all.

As desperate as I am to help Sylvanas, I can only go with the flow of the undead.