Azeroth Shadow Trail

   Chapter 579 132. The beginning of a new era

   With Shaw and Nathanos teaming up to kill the Master Assassin Karru Aurelius, and Falad being killed at the hands of Black, the four Master Assassins who rebelled within Ravenholdt have all been slaughtered.

   This means that Anduin Lothar finally no longer has to worry about the threat from the assassins, but it does not mean that the old marshal can sit back and relax.

   There are still many people in this city who want their lives.

   And in the current chaos, when Lothar was separated from the protectors again, those guys with "ideas" in their hearts jumped out one after another.

  The marshal riding a warhorse, the young King Varian and MI7 agents galloped through the streets of Lordaeron, and they were going fast to the safest area of ​​the city.

   is the royal city controlled by the blue dragons, which is where they just left.

Although the   blue dragons would not interfere in these affairs, in the areas controlled by them, those killers could not blatantly execute assassinations.

   This is equivalent to provoking the power of the Magic Legion.

"boom"

   As the group rushed out of the street intersection in the lower city, harsh gunshots suddenly sounded from a roof outside the alley. The bullets flew past Lothar's warhorse, and the masonry next to it cracked.

  The old marshal quickly took out the short knife in the saddle, turned around and smashed the eaves a dozen yards away with a heroic throw.

   In the screams, a gunman dressed as a noble servant fell from the height dancing.

   But the sound of gunfire just now was like a signal, and soon more people appeared on the surrounding rooftops and on street corners.

   They looked like a mob.

  , with uniform muskets in their hands, rushed out in a chaotic manner. They wanted to use a row of musket volleys to kill the old marshal in front of them, but they ignored Lothar's own strength.

Although it was almost a second from Grom's axe, considering that there are not many people in the world of Azeroth who can take Hellscream's axe head-on, this does not mean that Lothar has no power. old guy.

   In short, when the rabble rushed out, what they saw was the expressionless old marshal who was holding the reins with one hand, his body bowed low, and he made a charge motion.

   and the dozen of MI7 elite cavalry behind him, as well as a paladin king who wielded a heavy hammer and opened the protective halo.

   "Charge Tactics!"

   Varian, who charged with Lothar, shouted at the others.

   A few seconds later, the cavalry dashed out of the wailing street corner with ease. They didn't lose a single person, but the "assassins" in the rear were badly injured under the trampling of the war horses.

   "Marshal Lothar, come with me! We have cleared the way to the palace from here! General Nathanos asked me to **** you to safety."

After everyone rushed out of the lower city, a young voice sounded on the main road leading to the palace. Losara looked forward from the reins, and saw a knight in leather armor, galloping with a group of knights. come.

   The dress of this team is very interesting.

Their leather armor is obviously made by imitating the attire of the Farstrider Legion of the Quel'Thalas elves, which ensures protection without affecting combat actions, and everyone carries a war bow and quiver, with the exception of the ordinary sword and shield on the waist. , with muskets and ammo pouches inserted.

  In the saddle of their warhorses, there is the Alliance Elite Musket with a bronze scope, which is a weapon specially designed for the stature of a human soldier by the gnome engineer masters of Gnomeregan.

  Excellent texture, stable and easy to use, high precision and strong destructive power.

   The only downside is the price.

  With this kind of equipment, it proves that this group of soldiers is definitely an elite force, and from the emblem on their shirts, it can be distinguished that this is the standard army of Lordaeron.

   But Lothar had never seen such a soldier in the Orc War.

  Varian Wrynn also watched vigilantly at the soldiers approaching them. The king made a silent gesture, and the MI7 knights in the rear clenched their weapons, ready to fight at any time.

   "What's your name, Captain?"

The old marshal    shook his head slightly at Varian, and asked the warrior who was riding the horse in front of him.

  The young warrior replied in a deep voice:

   "My name is Halford Wyrmbane, Field Marshal. I belong to the First Division of the Lordaeron Ranger Legion, a combat ranger that General Nathanos Maris personally formed and trained.

General    asked us last night to ensure the safety of the road leading to the palace in the event of an emergency.

   There are still a large group of orcs looting ahead, and the city defense army is fighting against them. Please come with us, marshal, and we will take care of your safety. "

  Lothar pondered for a moment, recalling the information he had collected. Nathanos Maris is said to have a close relationship with Master Assassin Black Shaw, and also maintains an excellent relationship with Shaw, the leader of MI7.

   This is a force that can be trusted.

   "Okay, then let's lead the way ahead, Captain, please."

  Lossa said something warmly.

   The young Captain Halford said in a respectful tone:

   "It is our honor to be with you, Marshal."

   After he finished speaking, he turned around and made a tactical gesture to his dozen or so knights. These human rangers who had just started training immediately dispersed into a hunting formation, and the team protecting the marshal in front marched towards the palace.

   His well-trained attitude made Lothar nod again and again, and he didn't need the second lieutenant to introduce him to know that these rangers were true veterans.

   The calmness and sharpness exuded from them is the temperament that those recruits cannot disguise at all.

   "Marshal Garithers set up a line of defense outside the palace, and the priests of the Church of the Holy Light also set up a medical point in the palace. Currently, all the kings except His Majesty Dalene are taking shelter there.

  The orc chiefs who came to attack us have already retreated and fled under the siege of the great knights, but after the black dragons were shot down, they lost their flying mounts.

   They can't escape!

   Her Majesty Daelin served as a temporary commander at the request of the Pope, and led the Paladins to chase the fleeing orcs. The Marauders of the Blackrock Tribe may be a problem, but as long as the city defenses are fully assembled, they will have no way to escape. "

  There is no need for Lothar to ask, the young captain will report the current situation in the city to the Marshal and His Majesty Varian just like reporting military affairs.

   When he came to the end, he whispered again:

   "The kings have sent attendants to look for you in the city."

   "Ah, yes, I met them just now, and they are very 'enthusiastic'."

   The old marshal pouted, replied casually, and asked seriously:

   "How about casualties in the city?"

   "The nobles suffered heavy losses."

  Half remembered the tragic situation he saw just now, and sighed and said:

   "After today, Lordaeron's aristocratic inheritance is estimated to be greatly affected. The battle between the black dragon and the blue dragon almost destroyed half of the palace, but fortunately, it did not cause casualties to the high-level people."

   "I'm not asking about the nobles!"

  Lothar interrupted the captain, saying in a serious tone:

   "What about the civilians? They have no protection, they can only escape on their own, and the lower city is about to be destroyed by a third! What about their casualties? Has anyone counted them?"

"No.

His Majesty called on the guards of the nobles to gather the injured, but after the disaster, the manpower was insufficient, and everyone was busy guarding the palace. His Majesty had no choice but to expand the Holy Light Barrier he presided over to the outside of the royal city as much as possible. . "

Captain    was silent for a while, and he whispered:

   "But I saw Luna priests and druids who came to watch the ceremony set up temporary shelters near the war zone, and many civilians who couldn't go to the church went to them."

   "Our people still need to rely on the kindness of foreigners for shelter at this time of disaster."

  Lothar did not answer, but Varian, who was beside him, clenched the reins, and the young king felt a deep shame at this time.

   There seemed to be a flame burning in his eyes.

   Although he is young, he is not reckless, and he knows that he lacks the power to change all this now. But less than three thousand years of civilization, it has already decayed to this point.

  It is no wonder that the owner of the legendary Valhalla, King of War Odin despised humans.

   Staying with such a group of insects, how can you lead human civilization well!

   The young king on his horse thought so.

  As the team gradually approached the royal city, the tense atmosphere in the team dissipated a little. The knights of MI7 were still vigilant, and the killed Blackrock orcs and the bodies of the defenders could be seen on both sides of the aisle.

   However, there were almost no civilian casualties, probably because there were not many civilians around the royal city today. In this way, it was a blessing in disguise.

   "Lothar is there! Rush over and kill him!"

   Just as they were about to approach the gate of the palace, a furious scolding made everyone in the team turn back at the same time.

   A team of shattered hand orc assassins who ran from nowhere was rushing out of the street on one side. Seeing that they were all covered in blood, they knew that these guys must have had a fight with the human defenders before.

   and the orc warlord headed by him rode on the black wolf and saw Marshal Lothar, who was guarded by everyone, at a glance.

   Mainly because of the "unique" hairstyle of the old marshal and his age, which is really conspicuous in such a group of young people.

  The Orcs of the Broken Hands clan are notorious madmen among the Orcs. If you want to join this clan, you have to cut off a hand yourself, so there are many sadists and masochists in this brutal clan that is rich in assassins.

   They enjoy fighting.

  No, to be precise, they enjoy pain.

   Whether the pain is inflicted on oneself or on others.

The mad orcs screamed and rushed towards Lothar. The young captain Halford Wymbane pulled out the knight's sword from his waist with a squeak, hardly needing more command, and swung the sword in his hand fiercely. , there is a row of musket sniper firing.

   At such a close distance, the musket with the added scope was too late to fire the second shot.

   But these human rangers also have a way. Those skilled in archery draw bows and arrows on warhorses, those who are good at melee combat hold melee muskets, and follow Halford to launch a wall charge towards the orcs.

   Relying on the height advantage of the warhorse, they easily formed a "human wall" between the orcs and Lothar. Unless they collapsed, the orcs would not want to hurt the old marshal.

  The knights of MI7 also joined the sudden battle, but at the moment when they left the formation, Varian and Lothar felt that something was wrong at the same time.

"what!"

  The young king fitted himself and rushed towards the old marshal, calling for the power of the Holy Light to bless him and Lothar, and Lothar also swung the emperor's sword with one arm and slashed it towards the cold place.

   Almost at the same time, the flowing-haired orc "Beautiful Man" quietly reappeared.

Kargath Shattered Hand's black hair fluttered, and the moment he emerged from the shadows, the poisoned battle axe flew towards Varian, while the ferocious blade fist in the other hand turned into A black light went straight to Lothar's heart.

   Varian was kicked away by Lothar.

   Dangerously dodged the poisoned battle axe that flew towards his head, but at a critical moment the Marshal chose to rescue Varian, making him too late to make any effective defense.

   "Poof"

   In Kargath's wicked smile, the black blade fist pierced into Lothar's light armor like tearing paper.

   pierced into the flesh and extended all the way inward, but before touching the heart, he was punched in the chin by the roaring Lothar, and the whole person was thrown out.

  This punch was Lothar using his legendary power called "Iron Horse Rider", and when he hit Kargath, he spat out a **** tooth when he landed.

   But the orc chieftain didn't care about his embarrassment.

   Because he saw the blood flowing from Lothar's chest.

   All the good assassins in this world have their own quirks, such as the stinky pirate's mouth that can make a dead person mad again, and for example, Granny Shaw rarely uses poison.

   But there are also many assassins who have no bottom line. They are very pure when they assassinate, and their purpose is to kill the opponent.

   Such as Kargath Bladefist.

  This guy has terrible poison on every side weapon.

  Lothar was stabbed by him, the poison dissolved in blood, the old man was finished. He used this poisonous blade to kill the legend of the arakkoa in Draenor.

   only took one knife

   This is the legendary power of Kargath: Tormentor Deathblade.

   He is probably the most powerful group of poison masters in the two worlds.

   In addition to being deadly, the toxin he prepared also has the biggest feature, that is, it will make all poisoned people suffer in the most painful way before they can finally die.

   Watching the faces of those who have been poisoned and lost in pain is the only fun Kargath has other than watching the gladiatorial fights.

   But today, Kargath decided to make an exception for Lothar.

   He will take back Lothar's head to claim his place in the "New Horde".

   What Orgrim Doomhammer and Grom Hellscream failed to do, he did!

   He is the most powerful orc chieftain!

   "Don't worry, Lothar, I will prolong this process as much as possible so that you can fully experience the pain of peeling flesh."

Kargath Bladefist shook his head, letting his flowing black hair sway in the wind. He didn't even look at the clansmen who were being used as bait, nor did he look at Varian who was howling and pounced on him. Wrynn.

   These guys are no threat at all

"boom"

  Kagas, who was walking towards Lothar, who was weak and fell to the ground, suddenly turned his head when he was three steps away, slashed fiercely with the blade in his hand, and smashed the one-handed tomahawk that silently attacked his back.

  The thing whistled in the air several times, and finally fell into the hands of its owner.

  A tall orc wearing a brown animal skin, a black wolfskin hat, two rune battle axes, and a beast bone war bow walked out silently from the shadow of one side of the house.

   Behind him, followed by a big brown bear shaking his head.

  The bear was a few laps bigger than Black's big horn.

  The most peculiar thing is that the brown bear's eyes carry the light of intelligent life.

  If they didn't know the truth, maybe others would think that another hunter had successfully tamed a big druid.

   "Rexxar"

  Kagas narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone:

   "You, the 'wanderer' who betrayed the clan twice, doesn't matter if you don't help, why did you help the humans in turn? Brox taught you this disloyal practice?"

   "I am not anyone's enemy and have no intention of fighting anyone."

   The legendary hunter of the orcs, Rexxar Rema Mok'nasa, the son of the wilderness, has a much larger body than ordinary orcs. He stared at Kargath Shattered Hand in front of him, and clenched the rune double axe in his hand.

   said in a low, somewhat muddy voice:

   "But I won't allow you to kill him.

   This is what I tell you.

   is also what the Saurfang brothers told you.

   is what the Kor'kron clan told you!

   You have defeated him, you have proved your strength, you have washed away the shame of the dead old tribe, and go away with victory and glory, Kargath.

  We have already paid for the bitter fruit of being used by the devil, we should not fall again on the same mistake, the era of chaotic war is over! From now on, we orcs will only fight for ourselves.

   Our power will not be used for conspiracy, whether it is a demon or a black dragon.

  Let's go.

   Lordaeron's warm-up is over, it's time to go to the 'business'. "

   (end of this chapter)