In the royal court of Lordaeron, the Dreadlord Banazal, who was entrenched in the ruins of Lordaeron, flicked his fingers gloomily, dissolved the Eye of Kilrog who was wandering around the city and observed the battle, and slowly sat back on the throne in the hall.

The feedback does not seem to be optimistic.

The human forces that had entered Lordaeron from the main entrance were struggling in the direction of the royal court, and a morning had passed and were approaching the edge of the inner city, which had not exceeded Banazal's expectations. But Sylvanas, the woman and her Forsaken, with the help of a large number of internal agents, made an almost unimpeded passage through the city of Lordaeron, making progress far faster than the Dreadlord had expected.

Her Majesty's secret hand arranged in advance directly caught Banazar off guard.

The unexpected changes directly disrupted Banazal's plan.

What the Dreadlord needs is for Garissus and Sylvanas to arrive at the royal court "at the same time", rather than one side rushing forward and taking an early advantage.

Because only in this way can Banazal's own plan to fake his death and escape and control the whole situation behind the scenes be carried out.

Only in this way can the Forsaken and the Northern Legion of Lordaeron be fought to the greatest extent possible, so that the two sides can truly fight with anger and hatred, and consume every strength of both sides as much as possible, so as to provide convenience and clear obstacles for the future counteroffensive and calculation.

But now, the situation is slowly slipping out of Banazar's grasp, which undoubtedly unsettles the Dreadlord.

Like most of the most intelligent creatures with a developed civilization, the Dreadlord likes to play with intrigues, like to fight for power, like to beat horses at the same time, like to deceive his superiors and subordinates, like to seek personal gain for himself, and likes to abandon his subordinates and comrades for his own interests without hesitation, if they have one.

And almost all intelligent, intelligent, cunning, and insidious creatures have one thing in common: they want their lives!

The Dreadlords may have the guts to deceive, manipulate any creature, and enjoy doing so, but they certainly don't have the guts to withstand the wrath of the Legion's superiors.

Take the fraudster Kilgardan, for example.

Now that Sargeras is missing (the demons of the Burning Legion never believe in the fall of the Fallen Titans) and Akmund is dead, all that remains of the Burning Legion is suspicious and cunning. Insidious and vicious fraudsters. As an old courtier of the Burning Legion, Banazar has already figured out the temperament of the Burning Legion's triumvirate.

As one of the most calm and intelligent of the Big Three. Kilgardan is quite adept at keeping his sanity and making all kinds of judgments.

He will be quite tolerant of his subordinates who suffer defeats due to accidents. As long as they are not on the verge of chaos, they will have a chance to make amends for their mistakes: a smart and effective way to strengthen the loyalty of their men.

To put it simply. Compared to the polluter Akmund's "make it or win" style of leadership. Kilgardan is one of the Burning Legion's relatively good leaders who treats his subordinates.

However, no matter how good the leader is, as a member of the Burning Legion, don't expect him to make a self-examination and shoulder the responsibility for the rebellion of the Scourge Legion, and not hold the Dreadlords sent to watch accountable in the slightest.

Apologies are out of the question!

When pigs fly!

So as a derelict person who has neither kept an eye on the Scourge nor guarded his own territory, what should Banazar and the other three Dreadlords do to escape the wrath of the "Fraudster Kilgardan"?

Escape to a corner and hide?

Illidan tried, only to get this comment from the fraudster: "I thought you were cunning, Illidan." ”

Escape to the depths of the galaxy in a spaceship?

Veron also tried, and ended up on some remote planet. The city he had carefully hidden had been demolished by the local natives at the instigation of fraudsters, and his people had either been slaughtered or mutated - and Viren had the support of the Naru. Banazar doesn't.

What to do? What to do?

Kil'Gardan has always been willing to give the loser a chance to make amends for his mistakes, and if he can solve the source of the trouble, the Scourge Legion, and then the forsaken by the way, before Kil'Gardan's wrath comes, then will Kil'Gardan let it go for the sake of making amends?

That's what Banazar and the other two Dreadlords thought.

Therefore, Banazar and Varimasas and even Desellock, who had long since been "killed", secretly hatched a big plan, and decided to blend into the camp of the human and forsaken by faking his death and surrendering to the forsaken respectively, and manipulate the situation of Lordaeron behind the scenes to stir up hatred and strife between the two sides, until the opportunity can be taken......

So Banazal's plan was the last straw for him. There is absolutely no room for error, and even any change must be stifled in the cradle as much as possible.

The bad news that came back did not bother Banazal for long. Gritting his teeth, the Dreadlord gave a new order to the walking dead he manipulated directly in his mind!

At this moment, if you can look down on the ruins of Lordaeron from the sky, you will definitely find that the undead scourge that had been congested in large numbers in the city ahead is turning around and roaring towards the ranks of the Forsaken......

"Since it's a rival play, it's natural to be evenly matched to have something to watch!" In the empty royal court, Banazal's eerie tone echoed faintly......

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King Lordaeron is big, very big!

As the capital of a country, the ruins of Lordaeron that Don saw were far from the small projectiles in the game.

In terms of the area of the city alone, the scale of Lordaeron King City is even two circles larger than Silver Moon City, which once brought a lot of shock to Old Tang.

Humans are a multi-talented race, and although Lordaeron's architecture is not as beautiful and ornate as that of Silvermoon City, it is still solemn and majestic, solemn and elegant. Even if there is a bleak and dilapidated scene in front of you now, it is difficult to hide the glorious atmosphere of the past.

It's a pity that the walking dead scattered all over the city have cast a bloody and terrifying shadow on this once popular royal capital.

It was past noon, and the sun's rays finally pierced through the thick clouds and illuminated the gloomy sky.

In front of a noble mansion in the inner city of Lordaeron, countless natural disasters and undead are frantically converging here. As far as the eye could see, there were fangs and claws, and the bloody rancid air filled the tip of the nose.

"Throw!"

A hammer smashed over a fat abomination, and Old Tang blocked several bloody iron hooks that broke through the air and threw at him, and ordered loudly.

"Whoosh~~~"

Echoing Old Tang's order, dozens of heavy javelins like short spears shot out with a terrible sound of breaking through the air. In an instant, hundreds of rushing forward undead scourges were pierced through their chests and skulls by jet-black steel javelins, and were strung together like sugar gourds and nailed to the ground.

The walking dead stumbled over more undead who swarmed forward. The dense and relentless undead scourge finally caused a small riot because of this round of scarce javelin throwing. A little bit of delay.

Fortunately, a few breaths of time is enough.

For the Scarlet Crusader soldiers who were only a dozen steps away from the manor, it was the difference between life and death...... A few seconds was enough time for them to slay the undead in front of them. Escape the battle and run to safety.

When the last group of Scarlet Crusaders rushed into the courtyard of the mansion, Old Tang, who was guarding the gate with a single light, suddenly stirred up the lightning energy in the thunder hammer and swept away, smashing the walking dead who rushed forward frantically to charcoal. Then, without waiting for the next wave of natural disasters to come back to the front. The whole person quickly retreated into the courtyard.

Several strong men of the minotaur who had already prepared saw this. The metal gate was immediately closed and the latch was inserted, instantly isolating the courtyard from the wave-like undead outside.

Outside the courtyard, the roar of the undead catastrophe was still deafening, but both the blood-colored warriors and the minotaur strong men still breathed a long sigh of relief at the moment.

Fierce and difficult fighting has been going on for a morning.

After a morning of fierce fighting, the Scarlet Crusaders still suffered more than 200 casualties and reduced one-fifth of their personnel, and even the Minotaur Daywalkers, who were stronger in combat and had more solid and heavy armor, nearly 100 were seriously injured and could not fight again, which made Old Tang feel sad.

In the face of the interception and obstruction of the undead natural disasters that swarmed into the patches, the two forces that broke through the city gates, even with all their might, only advanced to the inner city of Lordaeron, and were at least half the way from where the royal court of Lordaeron was.

And as the distance between the throne and the throne approached. The resistance of the undead scourge is getting stronger and stronger. This added several levels to the difficulty of Lao Tang and the others to continue to advance, and greatly delayed the advance of the two armies.

Just the beginning of entering the city. Looking at the composition of the undead Scourge's troops, it is nothing more than cannon fodder for a large number of skeletons and zombies, not to mention necromancers and corpse witches, and even ghouls can't see a few.

But as time and distance passed, gradually, agile and ferocious ghouls replaced skeletons and walking corpses, and even undead elites such as Abomination and Crypt Demons appeared in piles and batches. The cunning corpse witches and necromancers on the ground show their heads from time to time to hit a few "black guns" and throw a few filthy and evil necromancers; And in the sky, it has completely become a stage for gargoyles.

Those cruel and vicious constructed creatures don't know what mercy is. Seeing a flaw, he swooped down, grabbing his steel-like claws at the skulls of the soldiers of both armies. The average height is high, the bloody warriors are a large number of bull-headed strong men, and they are even more "favored". Disturbed ......

Even though the Daywalker army and the more than 1,000 Scarlet Crusader soldiers under Mograine's command are all elite, the Holy Light of the Paladins and the Sunburn of the Daywalker are all natural nemesis against the filth and evil of the undead, but compared to the army of the undead that densely obscures the vision, the combined strength of the Daywalker and the Crusaders is only worth 2,000 is really pitiful.

And the evil result of such a disparity in strength is that the combat intensity has been raised several notches one after another.

After hours of non-stop fighting, even the Minotaur warriors, who are known for their strong endurance and are accustomed to fighting more with less, begin to feel a little unbearable, not to mention humans whose endurance is not excellent?

swinging a sword, decapitation; Swing the sword, decapitate......

Later in the battle, instead of fighting, the soldiers mechanically repeated the same killing action, and both the minotaurs and humans began to have the illusion of numbness.

In desperation, Don and Mograini had to temporarily abandon the idea of moving forward, and reunited to lead the team to break through to this manor and let their subordinates rest and recover, which led to the beginning of the sniper operation.

This is also due to the fact that the Scarlet Crusaders have not lost their minds due to a series of blows and have become fanatical religious lunatics. Otherwise, if it were the Scarlet Crusader in the later generations who charged when he saw the undead, and didn't know what it was to temporarily avoid the edge and step by step, I am afraid that he would not have paid attention to obeying the order to retreat and reorganize...

Not to mention that a series of battles and the final breakthrough are only one-fifth of the casualties, if it is the Scarlet Crusaders of later generations, the more than 1,000 warriors under Mograine will definitely be few and far between, and even single digits are very likely.

……

Looking at the dry fountains and broken statues in the courtyard, even with the knowledge of the old Tang, he couldn't help but secretly slander the luxurious life of the aristocracy.

A courtyard alone is the size of several football fields, and more than enough space for more than 2,000 people to rest and recuperate. Not to mention anything else, just looking at the floor area of the mansion is enough to prove that the former owner of the manor must have been a wealthy nobleman.

After all, no matter what kingdom you are in, the price of land in the inner city of the royal capital is worth every inch of land.

Speaking of which, Lao Tang is now the number one boss of the Minotaur clan, but since he paid part of the arrears out of his own pocket to buy materials and armed legions, he has never been able to claim that he has no money at hand, and there is no comparison with these nobles who live luxuriously.

But the most tragic thing in the world is that people die and money is not spent......

The owner of the mansion who couldn't even put together a complete corpse, most of his life savings finally fell into Old Tang's pocket.

More than 20,000 gold coins, mountains of silver coins, plus those antiques, treasures, books, calligraphy and paintings that the old Tang Dynasty could not estimate the value of...... After settling the wounded, dispatching the manpower responsible for treating his comrades, and arranging the patrol order, Old Tang only "toured" in the manor for more than half an hour, and his long-shriveled waist swelled again.......

However, the action of scraping the ground and making extra money had to be temporarily stopped.

Because the leaders of the Scarlet Crusaders, who had always maintained a tacit understanding with each other, finally found the door...... (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the Biquge www.biquge.info () to vote for recommendation, monthly pass, your support, is my biggest motivation. ). T