Lordaeron ruins, south gate.

The roar of the undead, the shouts and roars of the human warriors... The hustle and bustle on Lordaeron's main battlefield came clearly from the distance.

When Lordaeron played the prelude to the battle on the front battlefield, the Forsaken people who were waiting for the battle also began their own actions.

Under the guidance of the scouts, 20,000 elite Forgotten men had quietly walked around and arrived at the other end of the battlefield of Lordaeron.

He raised his head and looked at the mottled and thick city wall in front of him. Her Majesty the Queen pulled the reins of the skeleton war horse under her crotch, stood in front of the Forgotten Army and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.

"Varimassas, how many% of the troops Garithers brought in this battle can be left?"

He tilted his head and glanced at the fearful demon beside him. Sylvanas Wind Walker had an undisguised mockery on the corner of his mouth, and said with some gloating pleasure: "I can't wait to see the expression of that arrogant and arrogant mad dog when he was at the end of his journey!"

...

The Forgotten and Lordaeron Northern Army united into a temporary alliance, which was forced to do nothing

In a few months, the number of undeads that Barnazar, who occupied Lordaeron, was able to summon only tens of thousands of undeads at best. Most of them were cannon fodder troops with little combat effectiveness. Even if they were added to the terrain advantages provided by Lordaeron's ruins for the defense, they were not unshakable.

Taking the respective forces of Her Majesty the Queen and Gendama General's command as the basis, although eating the former Lordaeron may cause great casualties, it is not an impossible task. The Forgotten, the Northern Legion... either of these two major forces has the appetite to monopolize this big cake.

But this is the key to the problem...

The ruined capital of Lordaeron has great significance and value to both sides. Both major forces are determined to win, but their strength comparisons are almost the same.

The mutual restraint, fear, and hostility make both sides dare not act rashly. They are afraid that after suffering heavy casualties, they will let the other party remove the firewood from the bottom of the pot, and work harder to do the wedding dress for others.

But if the two sides continue to stalemate like this, they will only waste time in their guard against each other. And the result of allowing the forces under Banazar to grow slowly is that the two strong men will compete to become a three-legged tripod.

And by then, the situation and situation will only become more complicated.

The principle of "crowns and clams fight, fisherman gains profit" is not only Lao Tang, a time traveler, understands... Under such a premise, being forced to form an alliance. We monitor each other and destroy all the undead natural disasters entrenched in Lordaeron as soon as possible is the best choice for both sides.

But how can a deformed alliance that may collapse at any time or even be in reverse, be able to truly unite and help each other?

Garithers and Her Majesty the Queen, who had their own ulterior motives and small actions, have already been "tacity" on the surface.

...

"I'm looking forward to it, Her Majesty the Queen."

"But... the siege equipment we didn't carry... the casualties may be very high!"

As Naz Tourem, who is good at speculating on people's hearts, Her Majesty's naked sarcasm and ridicule at this moment did not surprise the big bat, Varimasas. He followed the voice with respect. The Demon King of Fear almost flatteredly followed the thoughts of the Banshee King, and even put on a loyal servant's face and carefully advised, as if he was a full-blown horseman...

I don’t know if it was because of Varimassus’s slave appearance at this moment or if he thought of the “tragic ending” of Jiadama. Sylvanas, who had a cold face, sneered casually, and stopped talking to the fearful demon king. He turned his head and waved his hand at the cool Nathanos* withered man behind him. He then ordered in a deep voice in the big bat’s surprised gaze:

"Send a signal, Nathanos! Let the warriors in the city start to act!"

After receiving the order of Her Majesty the Queen, the Withering One, the warrior of the Dark Queen nodded, untied the battle bow without saying a word, and drew out a special arrow and bent the bow to hit the arrow!

"Hiss~~~"

Accompanied by a sound of breaking through the air, the sound of a wailing sound echoed through the sky, and the whistle and whistle as a signal arrow rushed straight into the sky.

A moment later, the unique riots of the walking dead came from the dilapidated but thick city walls. The sound of swords piercing the dead was endless. The wailing and roaring of the dead before death. And in the burning gaze of the forgotten people, the suspension bridge, which had been tightened high, suddenly fell back to the moat, splashing a lot of smoke and dust.

After the smoke and dust, Lordaeron's not-so-wide south gate had suddenly opened, and a "dead unit" was standing at the city gate, silently killing a large number of walking corpses coming up!

Varimassus' pupils, which looked like a reptile, suddenly widened. The next second, the big bat barely suppressed the surprise in his heart, and put on an ecstatic expression and looked at the figure fighting at the city gate.

At this time and place, it is just right to capture the city gate...

It is the "refuting" soldier of the Forgotten!

"But...when did the arrangement be made?"

At this moment, Varimasas was frightened. There was no doubt that this order had definitely bypassed his secret arrangement. In other words, the woman beside him... has always been strictly guarding against him!

Varimassas, who has always been very confident in his mind and wrists, was worried for the first time whether the plan between him and Barnazar could be implemented smoothly...

Although the big bat tried hard to suppress his inner fear, the performance was definitely not a clever one.

Recalling the plan agreed with Lao Tang that night, Her Majesty, who had been secretly looking at the terrifying devil's adjutant, let out a sarcastic sneer in his heart, and had already labeled the devil-loving adjutant as death.

The only problem...it's just about time!

...

Since the decision to seize the capital of Lordaeron, Sylvanas has never thought of going over and fighting a tough battle with empty power and potentially heavy casualties.

The lost body of the Forgotten One is a heavy curse in daily life, but it is a wonderful advantage in this battle!

Although the mind control of the Fear Demon King is powerful, he will never be able to detect every undead natural disaster as terrifyingly as the Lich King. Taking off the armor and pretending to be a little disguised, the Forgotten Warriors are enough to lurk in Lordaeron's Scourge Legion to act as an insider.

Except for the arrangement being handed over to the Nathanos Desert who can be fully trusted, no third Forgotten general or senior management knows about it, and there is no danger of walking.

As for time, Sylvanas made arrangements not long after the Forgotten will awakened. At that time, the big bat, Varimasas, had not become his own prisoner!

And this action. The reason why Her Majesty, who was always strong, was willing to make concessions on the issue of military distribution, knowing that Garithers had bad intentions but only brought 20,000 elite troops to attack the city was because of this step of secret chess as a support!

And now it is time to reap the results of the original arrangement!

"Nathanos, contact the warriors along the passes and open the passage for the army!" He temporarily put the thoughts and complacency in his mind aside, and Her Majesty the Queen had already started to sing: "Rivendale, lead the team to charge! Be sure to rush before those living people and occupy the royal court!"

"As for you...Varimathas..." Her Majesty the Queen looked at her slightly lost consciousness with interest and didn't know what she was thinking, and ordered: "Follow me!"

*******

"Why did the catapult stop?"

On the front battlefield of Lordaeron, Garithers, who was originally sitting on the horse's back, suddenly asked angrily at the newly promoted adjutant with a ferocious look on his face.

"The Marshal, the Taurus's cavalry and the Silver Hands' knights have rushed to the city gate. Continuing to throw may cause accidental injuries!"

"Damn it!"

The general was jealous because his previous subordinates echoed the shouts of the group of Silver Hand rebels. At this moment, he vented all the anger accumulated before. He whipped the adjutant's face and made the adjutant's skin burst. Garithers had already rode his horse to the trespass in front of the catapult position and roared angrily:

"Continue to throw!"

"Marson, the friendly forces in front are too close, and the rebounding stone bullet will..."

"Shut up! I said, keep throwing!"

"But the marshal..."

"No, execute the command!"

The catapult gunner had just said halfway through the rebuttal words, Garithers's sword had pressed against the gunner's neck, and he roared fiercely.

The name of Silver Hand has a lofty prestige among the soldiers. Garithers feels resentful; his appeal has made the general who has been trying to suppress the so-called "rebels" and establish his own image and status, especially jealous, and even distorted.

At this moment, Garithers, a warlord, felt the threat to his prestige and status by the "rebels" he had always despised. Garithers, who was completely jealous, had completely torn apart, and even didn't want the last fig leaf:

"Who dares to stop without my orders? Military law will deal with it!"

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Charge, drill through, and charge again!

Swipe the hammer. Swipe it again!

Surrounded by tens of thousands of walking corpses, Lao Tang led the Sun Walker troops to repeat the movements that had been repeated thousands of times.

The Yangyan shone. The battle blade slashed and the Sun Walker troops rushed forward in the midst of the earthquake. The walking zombies blocking the Taurens and Warriors could not delay the torrent of steel. Countless skeletons and zombies were even crushed by the combat Kodo beasts with strong impact...

Familiar enemies, familiar rhythms... In a trance, Old Tang seemed to think he had returned to the battlefield of the Ghost Land.

Once again, a brainless zombie was smashed into flesh mud, and purple arcs and dazzling holy light burst out from the warhammer, gushing among the dense array of undeads, leaving behind coke and ashes on the ground.

After a few minutes of rapid advance, the Sun Walker troops had penetrated the intercepting formation of the undead cannon fodder. The blood-stained giant gate of King Lordaeron was close to him. But Lao Tang, who was about to accumulate strength to rush forward to continue his fine tradition of violently scoring, suddenly felt a warning.

Looking back, four round giant rocks as big as combat Kodo beasts had already broken through the air and were suddenly falling towards the city gate with a thunderous momentum. Old Tang had no doubt that if the huge rock was allowed to fall and rebound, the Sun Walker, who had not suffered any damage along the way, would have suffered casualties, and even the gray-robed cavalry that followed him would have suffered heavy casualties!

"Damn, does Garithers even want the last face? There is still his own deployment behind him!"

Old Tang, who was not sure about the specific identity of the Blood Crusader behind him, was furious. But he didn't even have time to say anything and scold him, so he jumped from Manjiao's back into the air, swung his hammer toward two huge rocks close to him.

"Bang! Bang!"

The huge rock, which was as powerful as a huge home run, was like two home runs with great force, deflecting the channel and colliding towards the undead array next to it, and then crushing two flesh-and-blooded corridors. However, the additional power on the huge rock also knocked away Lao Tang, who had nowhere to leverage in the air...

As he endured the blood, Old Tang had already pierced his head towards Lordaeron's wall. He repeatedly kicked, bent his legs and bowed, and finally removed the force, but Old Tang wanted to intercept the other two huge rocks but was powerless.

Looking at the huge rock that quickly fell to the junction of the two cavalry units, Old Tang almost foresaw the scene of the huge rock crushing the flesh and blood. But the next second, Old Tang's pupils suddenly shrank, and he looked at the two destructive sword lights that soared into the sky with dumbfounded eyes!

The rich power of holy light condensed into two ripples of sharp sword energy that were more than ten meters long and solid, and shot out from the array of gray-robed cavalrymen that fell. Hundreds of kilograms, the seemingly indestructible giant stone collided with the sword light, but instantly shattered into stones the size of fists all over the sky.

The collision sound of "Clang tang tang tang" was endless. It was the sound of gravel colliding with metal armor, and it was sometimes mixed with the sad groans of the warriors.

However, at this moment, Old Tang didn't care about paying attention to these things. All his attention was attracted by the gray-robed leader who had split out two sword lights, or by the wide sword in the hand of the gray-robed leader who looked like a hatchet...

In the vast history of Azeroth, there are many stories and legends about magical weapons: Blood Roar, Essinos Battle Blade, Frost Sorrow, Hammer of Destruction, Savrath's Flame Demon Hand, and The Legendary Staff of the Guardian of Etiyes...

But the legend represented by this sword is undoubtedly the most dazzling one!

Old Tang in his previous life had seen this sharp blade more than once in the game, sacred, depraved, and reborn... Few weapons can be more tortuous and legendary than the story behind this sword!

"Ashes Messenger!"

He murmured softly about the name of the magic weapon, and Lao Tang's eyes had crossed the battlefield, and he had met with the eyes of the first holder of the magic weapon, the legendary paladin;

"Alessandro Moglani!"

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