Chapter 465 The Death of Stromgarde

Stromgarde nearly fell.

It's only one city short of the Horde banner atop the palace at Stromgarde.

But the two or three seemingly small urban areas in front of the palace have become meat grinders for both the Alliance and the Horde. There is no so-called position, human beings are just playing hide-and-seek like this, they can emerge from the rubble of any ruin, even without emerging, and directly shoot a crossbow arrow to the head of the orc.

It wasn't until the tribe broke through the outer wall of Stromgarde and entered the city of Stromgarde that they suddenly discovered that the entire mountain was almost hollowed out under the thousand-year-old capital inherited from Emperor Thoradin. Under the city of Stromgarde, there are tunnels like spider webs.

The entrances of many tunnels are quite narrow, which is completely inaccessible for burly orcs.

As a result, whenever the orcs tried to storm the inner city, the road from the outer city to the inner city would be constantly harassed and attacked. Orcs' slightly heavier siege weapons couldn't be transported at all. Maybe a bag of kerosene would be thrown out of nowhere, and the catapults and siege engines would be burned to slag.

On the fifth day after Orgrim evacuated from Lordaeron, Red* Blackhand, who was in charge of attacking Stromgarde, received an order.

This order from the chief made Red* Blackhand very unhappy, but he had to carry it out.

"Since it was Zuluhed's order, let Zuluhed take care of it here."

The letter was answered, and an hour later, Stromgarde met its destruction.

Taranistrasz - The wind pressure from the beating wings of this red dragon has caused further damage to the already half-destroyed 2,000-year-old capital.

The terrible storm caused by the flapping of the dragon's wings easily blows down all the surviving and relatively intact houses. The slightly older buildings were directly uprooted, and the walls made of loose mud bricks were blown into the air and disintegrated.

In front of the palace, the defense zone that had troubled the orc legion for several months was like a sandcastle washed away by waves, and was leveled in just a few breaths.

"Forgive me—" came the dragon's deep confession in Common Tongue from the sky.

With the sound, Taranis' stomach swelled, then to his chest, and finally to the dragon's neck. Dense golden flame patterns made of dragon language emerged in the void in front of the giant dragon.

This light even surpassed the light of the sun for a moment.

A destructive flame rapidly expanded from such a small group to a giant fireball larger than the entire house. The golden light completely enveloped the entire palace of Stromgarde.

The gray-black palace was doused with lava-like flames, and the palace melted amid the screams of every Stromgarde who witnessed this scene.

The huge bluestone began to flatten like pieces of cheese melted by high temperature, and the hot unknown substance spread in all directions.

The symbol of Stromgarde, just gone?

The ancient capital of the Arathor Empire, which has been passed down for more than two thousand years, is gone!

Taranistrasz looked weak, but the orc on his back roared. The sad ancient dragon had no choice but to cheer up, aimed at a huge exposed cave, and spit out his own few dragon breath again.

In the underground pit, it seemed that a terrible volcanic eruption had occurred. Those narrow tunnels that restricted the entry of orcs became human graves instead. Those door panels and boulders that restricted the entry of foreign enemies collapsed or collapsed like dominoes.

Not only Taranis, but other red dragons also quickly found the seemingly deep pits under the order of the orcs, and breathed dragon breath into them.

This situation is a bit like a syringe.

Apply enough pressure from one side, and the flames spread along the tunnel to all the spaces in the mountain.

King Thoras Trollbane, who had just arrived at Thoradin's Wall, knelt down on the ground. Not only him, but every warrior in the Kingdom of Stormgard saw the golden flames bursting out from the vents on the cliff on the mountain where Stromgarde stood.

How many people can survive inside?

Is it a narrow escape?

Or one in a hundred?

"No—" Tears of despair rolled down the resolute faces of these mountain men.

Seeing with my own eyes the kingdom of Stormgard, my motherland, sinking in darkness, burning in flames, and my relatives and compatriots crying and struggling in pain...

For a moment, almost everyone in Stromgarde felt that everything was lost... hope and way forward.

Stromgarde was destroyed.

This is the second capital city to be destroyed since the alliance was established, and it is also the third royal city to fall among the seven human kingdoms.

The news spread throughout the league within a day.

The people of almost every surviving country felt intimidated.

Among the remaining countries, only Dalaran and Silvermoon City have the strongest magic defenses, perhaps they can withstand the devastating attack of the dragon. But the rest is hanging. Not to mention small countries like Kul Tiras and Gilneas, even Lordaeron can't guarantee that they will be able to handle it.

For a moment, the urgency to save the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza reached an unprecedented peak.

Every Alliance bigwig is awaiting the outcome of Lordaeron's Agent Squadron.

The result made all the league leaders fear and uneasy.

Forty-eight human corpses, pierced by huge wooden stakes, were impaled in the open space outside Thoradin's Wall. Looking at these human remains in epic leather armor, most of the defenders on the wall didn't know what to do.

Only His Majesty Terenas Menethil was so angry that he pulled out some of his beard.

Lordaeron's raid failed, a complete failure.

The high-ranking thieves sent by Terenas were killed one by one, not even one slipped through the net when they came back to report.

This is the most severe slap in the face for Lordaeron.

For a while, Duke's self-rescue and rescue of the Red Dragon Queen attracted the attention of all alliance leaders.

A sense of unease hangs over the Kirin Tor council of six.

In the air council hall, there were no walls around, and a large amount of cloud and mist with uncertain light and shade surrounded these senior magicians, constantly flowing and changing rapidly. From the looks of it, it seemed that even time became faster. Only the dark gray marble floor shimmering because of the diamond-shaped symbols inlaid with the four elements symbolizes the four elements, which makes this scene more or less real.

At this moment, the most intense debate broke out in the parliament. These elegant and scholarly councilors were more noisy than the aunts in the vegetable market.

"Support Duke Marcus, I have no problem, I have to admit that he is a great guy who can do miracles. But why did he name Ronin?"