Chapter 102 Come On! Midnight!

"Draw your sword!" The voice of the future Marshal Reginald Windsor is still immature.

He didn't know why Duke asked him to lead this elite force of 200 men. I don't even know why this army, which almost accounts for more than 90% of the assault team's combat power, is used as a feint attack army.

All he knew was that Duke, who had become his master, and Anduin Lothar, who he admired the most, poured supreme trust into him at the same time.

This trust is heavy.

"My people will be handed over to you." Lothar said.

"A soldier who doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good soldier. Reggie, I like you, but you also need to prove yourself. Now is your chance." Duke patted him on the shoulder.

Originally, Windsor was extremely grateful for the honor of fighting to the death for the ruined kingdom, and he made sure again and again that he did not follow the wrong person. Duke, who seemed mysterious before, is actually the great hero of the kingdom.

Now hearing the words of the two trusting him, Windsor's eyes were almost wet.

When the appointed time came, the long sword raised high in the morning light brought out the brilliance like the sun, like an arc of flame.

[Enchanted Weapon—Slaughter Demon]!

This mid-tier weapon enchant permanently enchants a melee weapon to have a chance to stun a demon and deal extra damage to it.

To be honest, this is not an enchanted weapon that a soldier can have at all. Even the chief swordsman of each noble family may not be able to own one.

But the rich and willful Duke found a master enchanter, and enchanted all the swords used by more than 200 fighters in the entire assault team with [Slaughtering Demons].

Windsor didn't know how powerful this enchantment was, but the sacred aura emanating from above made every warrior happy.

Windsor's figure stood proudly in the morning light, and the elite warriors of the Stormwind Kingdom looked at him one after another. They raised their long swords in unison as they advanced. At the first dew, the sunlight spreads rapidly on the dark land, driving away the darkness.

"charge!"

Keeping in mind Duke's instructions, Windsor did not advance in a rigorous military formation, but instead used more scattered skirmishers to attack.

The battle line began to move forward, unconsciously, the pace of each soldier was quietly accelerating, and the steps became bigger. After just ten meters, almost every soldier was scrambling to be the first.

"For Azeroth!"

"For His Majesty Wrynn!"

"For my love—"

The soldiers chanted chaotic slogans, but quietly changed their formation during the charge. The eight soldiers holding battering rams for breaking the door had already reached the front at some point.

With a sound of "Kang Dang--", the three-person-high iron gate shattered.

Karazhan is not a fortress, and there is no moat. Even the iron and wooden gates at the gate are more of decorations.

The defense of the mage tower has never relied on that kind of foreign object. Perhaps it could be said that they were able to approach the gate of Karazhan successfully because Sargeras ignored them.

With a bang, the door also fell down.

The heroic warriors carrying torches killed in, and then, under the light of the fire and the torches themselves inside the gate, they saw their enemy-Sartre!

A demon with split hooves, shaggy lamb legs, goat-like horns, razor-sharp claws, and a long lion's tail!

The origin of satyrs goes back to the War of the Ancients. Among the Highborne, there was a Kaldorei noble named Harveys who was Queen Azshara's most trusted and closest advisor.

And Harveys was one of the culprits who brought the Legion into Azeroth, and as the War of the Ancients went on, he brought more and more misery to his race. But he was ultimately defeated in an encounter with the young druid Malfurion* Stormwind. Malfurion completely destroyed his sinful body.

However, Sargeras felt that Harveys was still useful, so he resurrected him and became the world's first satyr.

As long as there is a powerful enough demon curse, and the will of the caster is not firm enough, Satyr can easily turn other creatures into Satyr.

Although the bodies of most satyrs have become swollen, and most of them are more than two meters tall, Windsor and the others can tell from the only remaining clothes of these satyrs that they are satyrs transformed from servants who once served Medivh .

Windsor's eyes narrowed slightly, and only one word came out of his mouth: "Kill!"

Like a flaming rocket, the Stormwind Kingdom's assault force broke into the hordes of satyrs in an instant.

Entering the fighting distance, Windsor can even see the red flames flickering in the eye sockets of these demons with dark purple fur, what chaos and madness it is!

The warriors of the Stormwind Kingdom are extremely brave. As elites picked out by Lothar, even when they face such an unknown opponent, they still feel nervous. But when they saw the young figure rushing to the front of the team, they couldn't help being more courageous.

Windsor, who took the lead in the charge, has become their banner at some point.

The satyrs screamed strangely, and their sharp and ugly roars were enough to make any weak-minded person tremble.

Windsor's sword was very stable. When he was two meters away from the first demon opponent, a wavy flame visible to the naked eye burst out from the edge of the sword, forming a sword wind almost like an air blade in mid-air, making everyone The killing range of the entire long sword has more than doubled.

The golden sword light was even more dazzling under the swaying firelight. It parted the dark void, bringing up a halo-like brilliance, and swept across the first row of Sartre with a "huh".

Strangely, a crackling sound erupted in the air.

The row of two-meter-tall Sartres all became one-meter-tall. Because their entire upper body was cut off. The shock effect brought by [Slaughter Demon] completely lifted their disconnected upper bodies.

Not every warrior who fights with demons is as lucky as Wen De Sole, but the sword enchanted by [Slaughter Demon] is often enough to deter satyrs just because of the sacred aura emanating from it.

The human soldiers who fought in the first wave were all unharmed.

There is drama!

Facing these human soldiers armed to the teeth, these newborn satyrs were as weak as chicks that had just hatched.

Even warriors with less martial arts skills can kill the satyrs transformed from farmers and servants within three rounds.

"Kill all the demons!" Windsor had just finished shouting, and suddenly felt a trembling feeling passing over him, and that feeling made goose bumps all over his body.

Turning his head, he saw a red-skinned demon riding a flaming war horse, slowly appearing at the opening of the wide passage.

The thunderous sound of horseshoes, the creaking sound of the air being scorched to the point of being on fire, and the scattered satyrs... everything is telling Windsor.

This guy is not easy to mess with!

The guy suddenly said: "Come on Midnight, let us destroy this group of rabble together."

Why couldn't I spawn this damn horse back then...

Well, please ask for a recommendation ticket to appease the resentment I have been injured for many years.