Chapter 840 Don’t Lose the Master’s Reputation

"What?" Duke frowned suddenly.

As the commander-in-chief, he knew that the Alliance and the Scourge were having a lively fight near the Sodoril River.

Due to sufficient troops and the right to inherit the throne of the Kingdom of Lordaeron in time with Queen Kallia as the legitimate heir, the remaining Lordaeron people in the old territory of Lordaeron completely united and joined forces with the alliance led by Turalyon. The army joined forces to defend the Eastern Plaguelands like an iron barrel.

Yesterday, Duke received a report that the two sides were still in a tug of war. Why is it said today that the defense line has collapsed and the holy city of Stratholme has been besieged?

"Alfred, don't you still have a trump card?" Duke asked, "Is it Alsace himself?"

The trump card is to dump a large amount of holy water in the upper reaches of the Sodorir River. Holy water is harmless to humans and animals, but to the undead it is more poisonous than poison. Many times when the Sodoril River defense line almost couldn't hold it anymore, it relied on pouring holy water to directly cut off the Scourge's offensive.

No matter how strong the undead were without backup, they could not withstand the assault force led by Saidan Dathrohan or Turalyon himself.

Abedis shook his head: "No, it was Anastrian. This former majesty personally took action and used large-scale earth magic to change the course of the entire Sodorir River..."

Duke bared his teeth.

Damn it! There are so many variables!

To this day, we can only take one step at a time.

Historically, Arthas first conquered Lordaeron internally, then went north through Stratholme to destroy Quel'Thalas, and then went south, ignoring the trembling Ironforge dwarves and Stormwind people. , fought to the Cursed Land in one breath, summoned Archimonde's shadow at the Dark Portal, and finally turned around and bulldozed Dalaran.

In a sense, he almost turned the entire Eastern Kingdom upside down. After he had no pursuit at all, he returned to the city of Lordaeron to grow moldy, until the news came that Archimonde had knelt down...

Now the history that Duke is familiar with can basically be thrown into the endless sea, because it can only be used as a reference and cannot be accurate.

Stratholme was saved, but Anastrian personally led the attack again. This really felt like a mess.

Why did Abidis come to Duke like a burning ass? Firstly, in the minds of most people, only Xiri can deal with the Archmage Xiri, and secondly, the advance army of the Scarlet Cross Legion rushed in front of the army. Into Stratholme.

If it is purely a military reinforcement, this is definitely a good thing.

The more reinforcements you have, the greater your chances of holding on.

The problem is that if there is a foul like Archmage Xiri on the opposite side, then Stratholme will become a dead place.

There is certainly a reason why Abidis is so anxious...

At this time, Stratholme City.

The human kingdom of Azeroth is more similar to the medieval Western European feudal society on Earth in terms of economic system. Basically, it's great for a kingdom to have a decent main city. Most kingdoms have a main city called a city, and the rest are settlements at the town level or even lower.

Lordaeron, once the strongest kingdom of mankind, is an exception. The two giant cities are not only the glory of Lordaeron, but also the symbol of Lordaeron's power. As long as the holy city of Stratholme does not fall, the people of Lordaeron can claim to the world that Lordaeron has not yet been destroyed.

At this moment, the battle around the city wall has entered a critical moment.

A slim figure wearing red armor stood on the top of the city without fear.

She raised her hand and said in a slightly neutral voice: "Rocket——"

Behind her were a large number of archers with bent bows and arrows, their arrows wrapped in oilcloth lit by fire. They stood on the edge of the city wall, on a temporary archer position converted from a flat roof. Following her command, countless rockets shot into the sky at a 45-degree angle. When the arrows began to fall under the influence of gravity, they suddenly poured like meteors and fire into the open space a hundred meters away.

The rockets burst into flames as soon as they touched the kerosene flowing on the plain. Impure black kerosene forms billowing smoke immediately after being ignited. If the attacker was a human, he would have been choked to death and would not be able to organize any formation.

But the enemy is the undead who feel no pain.

Originally, she thought that the flames could at least stop the opponent for a while. Seeing that the flames were about to incinerate the undead who tried to rush through the sea of ​​​​fire to Stratholme City, the sudden change in the distance made her couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.

That was an expected counterattack, although she didn't want to see it coming.

There was a muffled thunder in the forest in the distance, and within a few breaths, a large group of dark clouds gathered at high speed above the tree canopy. Then, accompanied by a strong wind that violated the Stratholme monsoon, the sudden heavy snow covered the treetops almost instantly. The fire that had just started was put out completely.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, the blizzard continued to push forward, blowing all the way to the city walls.

The magically treated city wall in Stratholme suddenly lit up with purple-blue magic runes. The gorgeous brilliance blocked the cold wind, but could not stop the accumulation of ice and snow.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, a huge slope with a width of more than three hundred meters appeared in front of the human soldiers. Stretching from the flat open space to the battlements of the city wall, Stratholme's thirty-meter-high city wall suddenly became a meaningless existence.

Not only that, there were countless hailstones forming in the air, which rained down on the infantry positions at the top of the city. The soldiers of the Scarlet Cross Legion who had to stand at the top of the city could only hold their shields high, almost bearing these with their flesh and blood. An impact from the sky.

"Bah, bang, bang!" There was a continuous loud noise, and blood and flesh flew everywhere in the crowd. As long as the wooden shield covered with iron was blown, the soldier's thin helmet could not withstand the impact of the hail. one slice.

If ordinary militiamen were to stick here, their morale would instantly collapse and they would turn around and run away.

Fortunately, guarding here are the most rugged, fanatical, and capable Scarlet Crusaders in the entire Lordaeron. Even though the neat formation had been riddled with holes by the hail, when the hail subsided, all the soldiers who could still move immediately struggled to get up and formed a thin military line, trying to resist the impact with their flesh and blood. The onslaught of the undead going up the slope.

"Damn it! Can't you mages do something?" the alliance female colonel wearing blood-red armor cursed loudly.

Her angry and determined eyes, masculine and fierce movements, and sexy and charming figure formed a sharp contrast, so strong, so shocking, and left a deep impression on people.

Unfortunately, her rant received little response.

almost……

Finally, a red-haired male mage with a scar on his nose stood up tremblingly. He smiled bitterly: "No matter what, I can't lose the reputation of my master Duke Marcus!"