The Horde's attack came much faster than expected.

The pearl of the Draenei, outside the towering walls of Shattrath, dense green-skinned orcs with no edge in sight are clustered, countless pairs of scarlet eyes looking at the huge city that shines with beautiful brilliance in front of them.

Shattrath is located on the edge of the Teroka Forest, backed by the Sea of Zangar and separated from the plains of Nagrand by towering mountains, and only the path of light at the main gate can accommodate large troops. Natural and man-made techniques come together to quietly transform the city into a fortress.

Although the equipment of the orcs has improved a lot compared to the past, it is still much more rudimentary than the Draenei. Many people have not understood this history, how did Delaney lose by sticking to Shattras, who has such an advantageous strategic position?

In this world of individual ability, can the suppression of numbers really cause such a big reversal?

Looking at the heavily armed blue skin on the city walls, there was a brief commotion in front of the tribe's formation, and a strong orc with tied hair stepped forward with the whistling battle axe.

"Surrender, Delaney. Hell's roar was as loud as a bell, "For your allies' sake, I can guarantee that the Horde will spare your lives and ......"

"You will be slaves to the tribe forever!"

Roar!

Excited war cries and unbridled laughter erupted across the wilderness, and the deafening noise made the Draenei, who was waiting solemnly on the ramparts, frown. As the archbishop of the garrison and the temporary mayor, Akama stood up and was about to say something, when an emaciated figure appeared on the edge of the city wall before him.

"Ranros, where is it?" used a flash to seize the center position, and Tyre's cold eyes seemed to condense layers of frost, making Grom in front of the formation feel a chill inexplicably.

However, the strengthening of the evil power made him much more resistant to these mysterious powers, and he was not moved at all, but just grinned at the delicate girl, revealing Moribai's sharp fangs.

"Anyone who stands in the way of the tribe will be crushed!"

As soon as these words came out, the few people on the city wall who had more or less some friendship with Lanlos showed solemn expressions. Of course, as the high-ranking garrison who led the draenei against the Burning Legion for countless years, Akama was not distracted by the sacrifice of one person in the current situation, what really moved him was the fierce surging magical energy in the lady's body.

"Wait......"

"You're going to pay for it!" Ignoring Draenei's stop, Tyret leaped into the air, with a dazzling light, and in an instant transformed into a massive creature with a blue body.

The blue dragon erupted into a terrifying roar, wrapped in an icy hurricane, and galloped towards the green ocean.

"Damn!" Unable to stop the other party from launching an active attack, Akama stomped his foot fiercely, and immediately shouted to the people around him, "Nelly, the city wall will be handed over to you, you must try to hold back the orcs, Marrad, Nobeldon, and Iriel come with me, and you must move the remaining refugees out of the city as soon as possible." ”

"Iriel?"

Seeing that everyone else was acting under the arrangement of the archbishop, only the new garrison officer stood still, and Marad hurriedly shouted loudly.

The girl who lowered her head and was stunned was stunned, and subconsciously raised her head, the paleness and disbelief on her face made people inexplicably worried.

"We have to act. Looking at this panicked face, Mallad's heart ached, as an outsider, coupled with the inexplicable affection for this girl at the beginning, he knew very well the place of the elf in her heart, "He'll be fine." ”

Very weak to comfort, but now Iriel can only hold it in the palm of his hand like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw.

yes, that guy is so good, he will be fine......

Gritting her teeth fiercely, the girl took one last look at Tai Lei, who had turned into a giant dragon and set off a bloody storm in the enemy formation, and could only suppress the uneasiness in her heart with a strong force, and hurriedly followed the other garrisons out of the city wall.

Holy Light, I pray from the bottom of my heart that you will bless us......

Draenor does not have a dragon, although the two-headed dragon has the name of a dragon, but in terms of size, wisdom and strength, it is too far behind the real dragon.

Similarly, without the right dragon hunting tools, the tribe had no way to take the blue dragon that was constantly throwing frost and arcane magic down hundreds of meters in the air. Although the two-headed dragoons of the Thor Clan and the Dragonroar Clan were all dispatched, neither bows and arrows nor spears could leave traces on the solid scales of the other party.

All of a sudden, the tribe's army was in a panic.

"Order, Great Chief, and the master will assist us in breaking through the city. Gul'dan stepped forward and said to the black hand who was glaring at the sky viciously.

"What about her? Is it just like that?" so unscrupulously penetrated into the hinterland of the tribal army, but he had no way to take the other party, and the black hand could not stand it.

The warlock smiled in a frightening manner: "Sky, belong to the tribe!"

Boom –

The clear sky seemed to explode, and with this deafening loud noise, countless dark clouds emerged from all directions, and the green light in them did not know whether it was fire or thunder, which made ordinary people feel filthy from the bottom of their hearts.

Soon, under the horrified or excited gazes of countless people, the sky submerged by the dark clouds suddenly spun from the center, like a twisted vortex that swallowed everything, as if it was about to destroy everything in this world in the next second.

In fact, that's true.

Huge green meteors poked out of the whirlpool, carrying a huge momentum, pouring down like a shower. As for the target of these meteors, of course, it is the city of hope that shines brightly.

Flames, thick smoke, and a continuous roar appeared in the city, even at a distance, the characteristic wails and screams of the Draenei were incessant, and hundreds of thousands of orcs suddenly let out wave after wave of piercing roars, and the atmosphere of bloodlust and murder spread through the army at an irrepressible rate.

"Attack!" raised the huge hammer in his hand, the black hand laughed and roared, and in the next second, the green tide flooded the wilderness, heading straight for the towering walls that had been smashed by the rain of chaos.

Yes, the Draenei used to have to rely on Naru's help to survive at the hands of the Burning Legion, and now that they have lost Naru, plus the Horde, how can they hold on?

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Shattrath's defeat was swifter than expected.

As the outer walls were breached, the orc army followed the hellfire, burning and looting along the way. Crystals were shattered, houses were torn down, and the Draenei Guardians, surrounded by enemies several times their size, lay in pools of blood in a cry of helplessness and terrible rage.

Combined with the cover of trebuchets and artillery fire, in just a few hours, the entire outer city area was engulfed in flames, rendered by scorched earth and thick smoke, and turned into a ruin.

Looking at the outer city area wailing in the sea of fire, Viren's face appeared with sadness that could not be concealed.

"Prophet, half of the refugees have already left Shattrath through the Sea of Zanga, and the rest have gathered in the inner city. Because of the timely evacuation, there were no casualties among civilians for the time being. "The gold-trimmed crystal plate armor on Akama's body had many more large and small scratches than it had been at the beginning, and it was clear that the evacuation was not as safe as it seemed.

"Only half?" said Viren, looking back, anxious color fleeting in his eyes. It would be nice if Hataru was here, and with the wisdom of the Chief Technician, it would be much easier to build several efficient teleporters to transfer civilians.

Pity......

Shaking his head, Viren tried not to let his thoughts put pressure on the people around him: "How's the orc offensive going?"

"The outer city has a total collapse. Nelly stepped forward with a solemn expression, and the first sentence made everyone hold their breath, "Although there are still small groups of guards stubbornly resisting in the streets, the logistics of the orcs are not sufficient, and they will definitely organize a second round of attack as soon as possible." ”

"Can you save those guards?" After a pause, Viren glanced hopefully at everyone present.

No one has the confidence to look at him, no one ......

"I can!" just as the atmosphere of sadness spread through the hall, a loud voice caught everyone's attention.

Marrad stepped forward with the gleaming Hammer of Naru: "I have been assisting in the evacuation of refugees in the inner city, and my companions and I have enough strength to accomplish this task. ”

"Marrad ......" will certainly pay no less attention to Akama, the most powerful garrison officer. With his understanding of Marrad, I am afraid that the reason why the latter stood up was more because he had nowhere to vent his anger than to save his compatriots.

His hatred of orcs was almost engraved in his bones, which was why Akama had asked him to work as a refugee in the first place. Anger and hatred are not a reason for Delaney to fight.

However, before he could say anything, another garrison officer in similar attire stepped forward: "Marrad, your strength is more suitable to protect our people. ”

"As for the rescue mission, just wrap it up on me. Patting his chest, the Draenei paladin's words echoed as the sound of metal clashing echoed, and the words of the Draenei Paladin were full of convincing momentum.

He is an elite garrison officer of Nobundon, Shattrath, he does not have the formidable fighting power of Marrad, nor does he have the gift of Irel favored by the Light, but he has a strong will and immovable qualities.

He deserves more trust from Akama than Malad, who is carried away by anger and hatred.

"In that case, Noboton, the safety of those fellow citizens is left to you. ”

Malrad opened his mouth, as if to refute, but a crisp voice faster than him sounded from behind him: "I'm going to join in too." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Irel stepped forward, her least seniority compared to the others present. If it weren't for the stunning performance of Amberi Village, she wouldn't even have access to such a formal meeting now.

Speaking of which, this is the first time she has expressed her opinion. Putting away the tension in her heart, she faced the gazes of doubt or warning with an unwavering expression: "My strength can help Nupoton and his warriors gain an advantage in battle. ”

Yes, she Irel was arguably the one who hated war the most of all the people present, but this time, she had to go. The anxiety in her heart was urging her, and she really couldn't continue to calm down.

In her opinion, going head-to-head with the orcs might give her reassuring news. Of course, it is also possible, quite the opposite.

Akama is also a human spirit, of course, she can see that she has other plans, and was about to shake her head to stop it, when the prophet, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke: "Okay, in that case, then Nupoton and Irel will lead the rescue force to the outer city." ”

"Without further ado, you will go now. ”

Without giving anyone else a chance to refute, Willen ordered the two to leave the hall. Although he had doubts in his heart, Akama could only suppress it secretly, after all, it was the prophet's decision.