Chapter 184 Send-Off Sake

For those who have not experienced war, any description of war is pale and empty.

Duke once naively thought that he could save everyone, but Lothar slightly modified Duke's plan.

It was a magical image that was almost a video.

There was no sign of life on the scorched earth, and thick black smoke plumes reached the sky everywhere. The once fertile fields have been abandoned, and the end of the field of vision is full of ruins. The streets were littered with dead bodies.

There are strong farmers, skinny old people, pregnant women with big bellies, and children under 10 years old. Most of them are decapitated, and their blood color has begun to dry and turn black, which proves how desolate the scene was at that time. What a tragic scene.

Duke seemed to hear the screams, howls, and cries lingering there at that moment.

Regardless of age, gender, combat capability or not, everyone was apparently dragged to the village square for a unified massacre.

It was a genocide aimed at exterminating the entire human race.

A game is always just a game, no matter from which angle it is depicted, it is not enough to describe this unforgettable spiritual impact.

Lothar came over and patted Duke on the shoulder: "Your plan is great, but you are still too young."

Duke's mouth was half-opened and half-closed, as if he wanted to argue, but in the end, the words came to his lips: "At least let me go with you, and see off the soldiers!"

Lothar was taken aback for a moment, then stared into Duke's eyes, and said only one word: "Okay!"

The setting sun had already set in the west, and the sky was hazy with moonlight, as if mourning for the Stormwind City, which stood for a thousand years but was about to fall.

A large number of troops gathered in the open space outside the Stormwind Fortress, and 10,000 soldiers stood in the shadow of the Stormwind Fortress, forming a huge silent square formation.

The torches have already been lit on the continuous city walls between the urban areas of Stormwind City. The torches on every battlement on the top of the city pulled out a swaying long fiery red light and shone on the square formation, shining the clanging light of pieces of armor.

It was a collection of iron and blood.

It was the reflection of hatred and anger.

That's a volcano of rage about to erupt.

The Death Squad has assembled and is silently waiting for the attack order.

If you observe carefully, you will find that most of these daredevils are wounded.

Or light, or heavy.

In severe cases, even an arm was broken, and even a section of intestines were exposed outside the body, which was only wrapped by hands.

The continuous battle has exhausted the mental strength of all the priests in the city, and the medical medicines and the like have been used up as early as 10 days ago.

If these people are left alone, most of them will die with the backward medical level of this era.

But death must be worthwhile!

Suddenly, a clear voice of command came: "His Majesty Wrynn is here! Salute——"

There was only a burst of rattling noises, and 10,000 people stood at attention at the same time. The injuries obviously affected them. Under normal conditions, the elite soldiers trained by Lothar would definitely be in step, as neat as a single person

Duke, who was following Ryan, Anduin, and Bolvar, suddenly had a sore nose.

Ryan in golden helmet and armor stood at the main entrance of Stormwind Fortress, his facial muscles twitched.

Anduin Lothar stood beside the king, and his sonorous voice, like a lion's roar, spread throughout the army: "Soldiers of the kingdom! His Majesty Wrynn has personally come to give you a heroic march for the warriors, all be silent!"

Nearly 10,000 people stood at attention again in unison.

Going down the slope, Ryan, Duke and others walked slowly past the front of the queue.

What kind of faces are those!

No vitality, no vitality, every face is full of paleness towards death.

However……

Every pair of eyes reveals an astonishing fiery fighting intent, mixed with a murderous aura of hatred and anger!

In every pair of pupils, there is a fighting spirit to die generously.

right! Every soldier knows he must die.

It's just that before they burn out their lives, they have to deal a fatal blow to the invaders in the most severe way.

Duke's nose was a little sore.

Ryan looked at the faces that were either familiar or unfamiliar, and couldn't help being moved. He almost patted the shoulders of every soldier in the first row and walked over. In the end, he controlled himself well and walked to the high platform that had been set up in advance.

Ryan held up the big bowl full of wine, and the soldiers followed suit with those big names full of wine.

King Lane's clear voice spread everywhere:

"Azeroth has been invaded, and human beings have been slaughtered wantonly like pigs and dogs. But luckily! And you all accompany me to raise the long swords in your hands to these goddamn green skins. I am fine, and you are also fine, Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, in this damn war. But it doesn't matter, because we die for our children and grandchildren."

"I just hate that I, Ryan Wrynn, can't accompany you to fight side by side tonight! But it doesn't matter, please go ahead, when I see you again, or I will proudly tell you that I have taken Stormwind City Come back; or I'll tell everyone that I, like everyone else, died in the charge!"

"Now, with this wine, I wish you all the beheading of more orc heads!"

After all, Ryan raised his head resolutely and drank the full bowl of spirits in one gulp.

Seeing Ryan's squirming Adam's apple, Duke, Anduin, Bolvar and others raised their heads and drank together.

It has to be said that this gin from the dwarves has a strangely fiery feeling. The fiery turbulence rushed into the throat and flowed down the esophagus into the stomach, and Duke suddenly felt a burning sensation all over his body.

Duke, who doesn't like drinking very much, staggered, but took a step back, and Duke immediately stood firm.

"Your Excellency Marcus! I heard that this battle was proposed by you, so I would like to ask one last question." A veteran soldier with a bandage on his head and an empty left arm stepped out, holding up the wine on the plate , to Duke.

There was a murmur of murmurs among the soldiers.

Duke took a step forward boldly, his mouth still smelled of alcohol, but his mind was very clear: "You ask, I'll answer!"

The old soldier grinned, it was a mouth with dirt on his teeth: "I'm a rough man! I don't know magic, I don't know any plans. I only know that my wife and children are If I die in this war, I have nothing to worry about. I just want to ask Your Excellency... tonight, how many orc lives can I exchange for my death!?"

This is not only the voice of veterans, but also the voice of 10,000 brave men who are about to die.

Death, they are not afraid!

The key is whether it is worth it! ?

Duke trembled all over, and shouted: "One for ten! And I will use the head of the orc chief to lay the foundation for the souls of my brothers!"

The veteran laughed proudly: "Hahaha! Originally, I thought that killing one would be enough money, and killing two would be profitable! Unexpectedly, I could go to hell while looking at the head of the chief of the tribe! Hahahaha! Even if I die I do too!"

He resolutely drank the wine in the sea bowl in his hand, and smashed the big plate into pieces with a crisp crackling sound.

Behind him, 10,000 soldiers were sitting in the same movement, and the sound of crackling discs was heard together.

With tears in his eyes, Ryan raised his hand: "Let's go!"

Sorry, I changed these two chapters three times. It's not obsessive-compulsive disorder, I just feel that such an expression would be better.

ps I will make up for what I owe, so don't worry.