Chapter 720 Becoming the Savior Again

As a time traveler, the most painful thing is knowing that a tragedy will happen but being unable to stop it.

Alsace is a classic example. Ten years ago, this distinguished prince was still a good young man, a handsome man who believed in the Holy Light and had a good foundation.

Who would have thought that one day he would be so deceitful?

He jumped from a great paladin to a death knight, then turned around and stabbed his father in the face.

Before Arthas officially rebelled, Duke couldn't tell the world, "Hey! Alsace, this kid, can tell at a glance that there is a traitor in the back of his head. Terenas, you'd better kill your only son as soon as possible and find a younger one." The queen should have another heir."

Duke had made a lot of preparations to prevent Arthas from jumping from loyalist to rebel camp. Unfortunately, because Karazhan was accidentally blown up, Duke, who originally thought he still had a lot of time, was unable to make the next stage of preparations.

Fortunately, the foreshadowing was still laid.

The "Molotov Cocktail" incendiary bombs that were extremely famous during World War II on Earth were placed in various major business districts in Lordaeron in advance, legally, and grandly.

If possible, Duke Bar must not arrange for 100,000 paladins to wait in Lordaeron for Arthas to jump back.

Unfortunately, there are not a hundred thousand paladins in the world, and Duke cannot stuff weapons for combat into the city of Lordaeron in advance. There are weapons shops on the street that sell swords to gladiators, but which weapons shop is not backed by a high-ranking noble from Lordaeron?

The Chamber of Commerce under Duke's name can sell wine and various luxury goods in Lordaeron because Terenas didn't betray him.

Who would have thought that bottles of strong liquor, which are placed on the wine rack every day and watched by countless guests coming in and out, can be a powerful weapon against the Scourge as long as they are covered with cloth strips and then set on fire and thrown out. ?

The people of Lordaeron were stunned.

In the end, some brave city guards simply abandoned their swords and ran to fight the zombies with shields and incendiary bombs.

This buys valuable time for citizens to escape.

In the south of the city, a magical scene happened again.

More than a dozen huge cylindrical towers were blown up by dwarf explosives secretly planted in advance. This is not a tall tower made of bricks. Although rough, these are obviously huge pipes made of pig iron, which directly crushed the southern wall of the city with their weight.

The south side of the city of Lordaeron is close to Lake Lordaemir, and its city wall is the weakest, because outside the south side of the city is the military port and commercial dock. It is protected by coastal turrets, so the wall in the south of the city is the weakest.

When more than a dozen large pipes that could accommodate two people passing upright and parallel were knocked down, the escape tunnel appeared directly. Citizens can escape directly out of the city along the passage.

At this time, under the command of Macaro, the chief steward of the Marcus Chamber of Commerce, soldiers called caravan guards, who were actually elite warriors, also rushed over to open an escape channel for the citizens of Lordaeron.

Macaro shouted: "Push all the goods into the lake! All the boxes that can float on the water are tied to the back of the boat with ropes and let the citizens hold them!"

Lake Lordamre is a super large lake with very developed water transportation, and its geographical location is very important. To the north is the city of Lordaeron, to the west is the rebuilt Silverpine Forest, to the south is the magical city of Dalaran, and to the southeast you can pass through Dalaran and reach the fertile Hillsbrad Hills.

Since the 2nd year of the Dark Portal, after thirteen years of uninterrupted development, the scale of Lordaeron's dock is also quite large. Goods from all over the north of Lordaeron are gathered here, transported to the south via waterways, and then from Nanhai Town. Shipped to the southern continent, its cargo throughput is as high as 10,000 tons per day.

This is not the modern terminal before Duke crossed. Ten thousand tons is a very astonishing number in this era.

The anchoring of many ships gave the citizens of Lordaeron the last hope of escape.

Under the command of Macaro, Duke's chief steward, the ship left almost as soon as it was full and never stopped.

Later, a boat even sailed away, with a string of tails tied to the back of the boat, floating wood, boxes, whatever it took to drag people away, the boat was sailing.

Unfortunately, as Alsace finally reacted, the citizens' retreat began to become more and more difficult.

First, huge spider-type monsters began to appear in the south of the city. These are cave demons, which are mutated creatures with dual genes of humans and spiders. These cruel demons were once the minor lords of Azjol-Nerub, the ancient spider kingdom in Northrend.

When they began to spit out tiny spiders at the warriors who were throwing incendiary bombs, the defenses that had kept the citizens fleeing began to crumble.

A black spider the size of a fist fell from the sky. This kind of long-range attack was impossible to prevent in the dark. As long as this little monster gets on its body, the spider has N ways to kill a human warrior.

The sharp mouthparts can easily bite through thin iron armor. Once the poisonous burrs hit the human skin, they will blister on the spot. The poison in the burrs and mouthparts will invade the human nervous system and paralyze a strong person in the shortest time. human soldier.

Without the obstruction of the human flame bombardment, the once stagnant undead army once again surged like a frenzy.

Originally, Macaro wanted to support him for a while longer, but after seeing the lich starting to appear on the shore, Macaro sighed: "We have tried our best, let's withdraw!"

Helplessly listening to the desperate calls and wails from the citizens on the shore, the merchant fleet began to slowly leave the dock.

There is no choice. If we don’t leave, then no one will be able to leave.

The sailors and survivors on the ship didn't even dare to look back at the dock that turned into a slaughterhouse in an instant, where a human tragedy was taking place...

Hearing that more than 50,000 people had successfully escaped from the city of Lordaeron, Arthas was very unhappy: "Send an order for the gargoyle troops to attack and hunt down these remnants."

Obviously, this is another tragedy.

Back in time, the places outside Lordaeron were already in chaos.

Because Arthas brought back a large number of lichs, and because the members of the Curse Sect lurked among the high nobles in Lordaeron, it seemed to outsiders that contact with Lordaeron had only been lost for three days.

From the player's perspective, the Lordaeron armies in various places could have completely avoided total annihilation.

In fact, players who look at things from a God's perspective cannot understand the hardships of Lordaeron's soldiers. This was an era of strict hierarchy and supremacy of royal power. Without military orders, mobilizing troops without authorization is a capital crime.

This is also an era of poor communication. After more than ten years of development, the cost of magic communication is still quite high. After all, at least one sky mage is required to be reliable. Moreover, there is interference from the fluctuations of elements in the atmosphere, so unless it is an emergency or the level of the magic messenger is quite high, all military orders are not allowed to be based on magic messengers.

Duke could fully imagine the hardships of the Lordaeron army. He patted Ilucia next to him on the shoulder: "Let's go. It seems that I will be the savior again."