Stratholme God

   Chapter 90 Where did the dragon go?

  Lothar is very embarrassed!

   The experience of defeating a battle, once is enough.

   There is not a single general with heart and spirit, and I hope that I will lose a few more battles.

   He was almost half dragged and half dragged by Turalyon and pulled down the Wall of Thoradin.

When    was in danger, Uther rushed to his horse: "Commander! You go first! The Knights of the Silver Hand will resist the orcs here!"

Behind him are the second and third generations of Paladins such as Saidan Dassault, Tirion Fordring, and Gavin Rader Doom. There are hundreds of horsemen standing at the gate of the city like statues. Only the Paladins are active. Eyeballs and the squeaking of the horses from time to time tell others that they are living creatures.

   Compared with this squadron of knights with a will to die and their will is made of iron and blood, it is a background of chaos.

There were human soldiers struggling in the flames everywhere. They either screamed and wailed, or were choked by the thick smoke and couldn't breathe, dig their throats hard, or turned into motionless coke without twitching, exuding terrible of burnt odor.

  The miscellaneous objects placed in the camp by the lay lords, after being ignited by the fireball, all became the life-threatening scythes of the purgatory messengers.

   "Is this the end of mankind?" Lothar suddenly smiled bitterly.

   He knelt down on his grandfather and begged his grandmother, and the army of 200,000 he had painstakingly found was so vulnerable in front of the giant dragon.

   The frustration of being hit by dimensionality reduction filled his heart in an instant.

   For the second time!

   Lost Stormwind last time.

   This time it is the turn of Stromgarde and the Wall of Thoradin. Could it be Lordaeron next time?

  Rao is that no matter how firm Lothar's will is, he will inevitably be depressed for a while. Turalyon, who was beside him, was about to persuade him when he suddenly found that Lothar had raised his head, his eyes flashing with a flame that was no less than this fire, called [Perseverance].

   "Find a way to send orders! Let the First Legion come over! Even if all of them are burned to death here, they will block the gate of the city." Rosa roared almost tearfully.

  The First Legion was formed by the expansion of the original Stormwind Praetorian Guards, and even the recruits were the former Stormwind City guards. It can be said that, except for the part that was borrowed by McDonald as an instructor, all the remaining elites of Stormwind Kingdom are here.

  Lothar wants to use them to break the queen! ?

   Everyone realizes what a cruel decision Lothar made at this moment.

  This is sacrifice!

   Even Lothar was personally responsible for the defeat!

  Suddenly, there was a violent crash from the door behind him.

   "Boom-thump-thump-"

   Everyone realized that this was the sound of orcs hitting the door with siege weapons!

   "Damn greenskin!" Saidan spat.

   Even though the walls of Thoradin were all covered with fire, in fact, the entire defense line, the only city gate hole, was not affected by the fire at all. Of course, burning debris fell from time to time in the direction of the entrance to the city gate, and most of the fire was not too small.

   The other party just came!

   smashed the door in a grand manner, but there were not many people around Losar who could stand up.

   Originally, there was a big hole above the city gate in the city gate hole, which could allow the defenders to throw stones and other defensive items down on it. It's a pity that no one can interfere.

The    tribe was able to smash the door as much as they wanted.

   "Commander Lothar! You leave first! You still have to command the main force of Lordaeron!" Uther shouted loudly.

  Turalyon also advised: "Yes! The main force of mankind is still there!"

  Because of the long distance and the inconvenience of transportation, the main force of Lordaeron was still in Tirisfal and Stratholme.

Almost every muscle on   Lotsa's cheeks was twitching, and that look of extreme grief and anger but unable to cry made it uncomfortable just to see it.

   At this moment, a paladin came back on horseback.

   "What's the matter?" Lothar asked, this person was the Paladin who just went to report.

   "No way! I can't get through it! The fire is too big! The war horse won't move!"

   Those who are inside cannot get out, and those who are outside cannot get in.

   This fire, even if the First Corps wanted to come over, there was nothing they could do.

   It's over! It's all over!

  Once the orcs break through the city gates, it will be a big chase and kill all over the mountains and fields. Before finishing the Hillsbrad Hills, which was more than 200 kilometers from east to west, there was no place that could be used as a fulcrum to withstand the pursuit of the main force of the orcs. In addition to Dalaran City, the small castle on the way is at best a place to survive.

   Just as everyone was in despair, they suddenly heard a strange "呲呲呲" sound from the west.

   "This is..." Lothar was surprised.

  Uther is more sensitive: "Wait, haven't you noticed? The sound of the dragon's roar can't seem to be heard?"

  Not only that, the fire in the west seems to be much smaller.

   This is not an eye-opener. Suddenly, a heavy rain or a blizzard puts out the fire.

  This is...someone putting out the fire! ?

   Gradually, through the distorted vision on the west side due to the high temperature, it seemed that someone was advancing slowly, and the sound of chanting was vaguely heard.

   "One, two, three... push!"

   "Boom!"

   is near!

   is closer!

   It can be seen from the halo around his body that it should be a mage.

   "Dalaran?" Turalyon was a little stunned.

   The speed at which the opponent put out the fire was frightening.

  I saw a [Blizzard] that was obviously pushed by the Master, and an ice edge the size of a fist fell from the sky, smashing into the fire, and the fire suddenly fell.

   These mages are obviously not that strong. After a few [Blizzard], they will knock on magic gems and replenish their mana on the spot.

The    victory lies in...the magic gems are so abundant that they don't need money!

   Then came several water trucks apparently pulled by war horses, and some people were working hard to get the hydraulic pump to shoot the water from the bucket in the form of water guns.

   The fire was small, and immediately a group of masked men rushed over and used a two-meter-long fork to push down the burned wooden fence, opening the way for the army behind.

   "Huh! Huh! Huh!" The sound of neat footsteps has a formidable power in itself.

   Looking at the flag fluttering in the wind, and then at the long-eared elf archers mixed with the infantry, Lothar was stunned for a long time.

   "In the name of Duke MacDonald Stratholme, the Rivendell Legion is hereby on standby!" Orix Rivendell became the prettiest cub in the audience at this moment!

  Lothar could hardly suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and his lips trembled: "Brigadier General Rivendell, I order your army to break up and buy time for the army to evacuate. Five... No! Three hours is enough!"

  Rivendell raised a finger.

  Lothar was so embarrassed, he gritted his teeth: "An hour? That's fine."

   Even if the time is one more hour, the chances of the soldier surviving can be much higher.

  Rivendell has been with someone for a long time, and he has learned a little bit badly: "No! We only stay for one day, no more."

  Lothar was stunned for a moment, then smiled, walked over, and smashed Rivendell's chest lightly with his fist: "Don't die!"

"Will not!"

   Looking at Lothar's silhouette, Uther, Dathohan, Turalyon, and Fordring came over and silently stood side by side with Rivendell.

   At this moment, Uther and the others truly accepted Rivendell as a part of the first generation of Paladins, not an outsider inserted by a traveler.

   The new version of the Five Saints of Silver was established.

   Twenty minutes later, when the savage beast head dashed into the huge city gate, the front of the tribe was greeted by a rain of arrows that was as dense as a torrential rain.

   One face, this gate hole with a width of 60 meters has become a slaughterhouse.

  Looking at the past, all the orc warriors were moaning and howling in the pool of blood.

  On the east side of the Wall of Thoradin, Orgrim, who was watching the battle, was in a trance at this time: "Where did my big team of flying dragons go?"

   (end of this chapter)