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Chapter 90 Where did the flying dragon go?
Chapter 90 Where did the flying dragon go?
Lothar is very embarrassed!
The experience of defeating a war, once is enough.
None of the generals with determination hoped that they would lose a few more battles.
He was almost half dragged and half dragged by Turalyon as he dropped the Wall of Thoradin.
At the time of the crisis, Uther rushed to his horse: "Commander! You go first! The Knights of the Silver Hand will resist the orcs here!"
Behind him are the second and third generations of Paladins such as Saidan Dassault, Tirion Fordring, and Gavin Rader Doom. There are hundreds of horsemen standing at the gate of the city like statues. Only the Paladins are active. Eyeballs and the squeaking of the horses from time to time tell others that they are living creatures.
Compared with this squadron of knights, which is determined to die and its will is made of iron and blood, it is a background of chaos.
There are human soldiers struggling in the flames everywhere. They are either screaming and wailing, or they are choked by the thick smoke and unable to breathe, digging their throats hard, or they turn into motionless coke without twitching, exuding terrible of burnt odor.
After being ignited by the fireballs, the miscellaneous items that lay lords placed in the camp became the life-threatening scythes of the messengers of purgatory.
"Is this the end of mankind?" Lothar suddenly smiled bitterly.
He knelt down to his grandfather to beg his grandmother, and the 20 troops he had painstakingly recruited were so vulnerable in front of the giant dragon.
The frustration of being hit by dimensionality reduction filled his heart in an instant.
Second time!
Lost Stormwind last time.
This time it's Stromgarde and the Wall of Thoradin. Could it be Lordaeron next time?
No matter how determined Lothar's will is, he will inevitably be depressed for a while.Turalyon, who was beside him, was about to persuade him when he suddenly found that Lothar had raised his head, his eyes flashing with a flame that was no less than this fire, called [Perseverance].
"Find a way to send orders! Let the First Legion come here! Even if all of them are burned to death here, they will block the gate of the city." Lothar almost roared with tears in his eyes.
The First Legion was formed by the expansion of the original Stormwind Praetorian Guard, and even the new recruits were the former Stormwind City guards.It can be said that, except for the part that was borrowed by McDonald as an instructor, all the remaining elites of Stormwind Kingdom are here.
Lothar actually wanted to use them to break the queen! ?
Everyone realizes what a cruel decision Lothar made at this moment.
This is sacrifice!
It is Lothar himself who is responsible for this defeat!
Suddenly, there was a violent crash on the door behind him.
"Boom-thump-thump-"
Everyone realized that this was the sound of orcs hitting the door with a siege weapon!
"Damn greenskin!" Saidan spat.
Even though the walls of Thoradin were all covered in fire, in fact, the entire defense line, the only city gate hole, was not affected by the fire at all.Of course, burning debris fell from time to time in the direction of the entrance to the city gate, and most of the fire was not too small.
The other party is here!
He slammed the door openly, but there were not many people around Losar who could go up to it.
Originally, there was a large opening above the city gate in the city gate hole, which could allow the defenders to throw stones and other defensive props on it.It's a pity that no one can interfere.
The Horde was free to smash the door.
"Commander Lothar! You leave first! You have to command the main force of Lordaeron!" Uther shouted loudly.
Turalyon also persuaded: "Yes! The main force of mankind is still there!"
Due to the long distance and the inconvenience of transportation, the main force of Lordaeron was still in Tirisfal and Stratholme.
Almost every muscle on Lothar's cheeks was twitching, and the expression of grief and anger that she couldn't cry out made it uncomfortable just to see it.
Just then, a paladin came back on horseback.
"What's the matter?" Lothar asked, this person was the Paladin who had just sent the letter.
"No way! I can't get through it! The fire is too big! The war horse won't move!"
Those who are inside cannot get out, and those who are outside cannot get in.
With this fire, even if the First Legion wanted to come over, there was nothing they could do.
Done!It's all over!
Once the orcs break through the city gate, it will be a big chase all over the mountains and plains, chasing death and north.Before finishing the hills of Hillsbrad, which is more than 200 kilometers from east to west, there is no place that can be used as a fulcrum to hold back the main force of the orcs.Except for Dalaran City, the small castles on the way are at best lingering places.
Just when everyone was in despair, they suddenly heard a strange "呲呲呲" sound from the west.
"This is..." Lothar was surprised.
Uther is more sensitive: "Wait, haven't you noticed? The sound of the flying dragon's roar seems to be inaudible?"
Not only that, the fire in the west seems to be much smaller.
This is not an eye-opening, suddenly heavy rain or blizzard, extinguishing the fire.
This is... someone putting out the fire! ?
Gradually, through the distorted vision on the west side due to the high temperature, it seemed that someone was slowly advancing, and the sound of chanting was vaguely heard.
"One, two, three... push!"
"Boom!"
close!
Closer!
It can be seen from the halo around the body that it should be a mage.
"Dalaran?" Turalyon was a little stunned.
The speed at which the other party put out the fire was terrifying.
I saw a [Blizzard] that was obviously cast by the Master to push over, and an ice edge the size of a fist fell from the sky, smashing on the fire field, and the fire suddenly fell.
These mages are obviously not strong, and after a few [Blizzard], they will immediately knock on magic gems and replenish their mana on the spot.
The best thing is... there are so many magic gems as if they don't need money!
After that, several water trucks apparently pulled by war horses came over, and many people were working hard to get the hydraulic pump to shoot the water from the bucket in the form of water guns.
The fire was small, and a group of masked men rushed over immediately, using a large two-meter-long fork to push down the burned wooden fence, opening the way for the army behind.
"Den! Deng! Deng!" The tidy footsteps have an intimidating power in themselves.
Looking at the flag fluttering in the wind, and then looking at the long-eared elf shooters among the infantry, Lothar was stunned for a long time.
"In the name of Duke MacDonald Stratholme, the Rivendell Legion is hereby on standby!" Orix Rivendell became the prettiest cub in the audience at this moment!
Lothar could hardly suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and his lips trembled: "Brigadier General Rivendell, after I order your army to break, buy time for the army to evacuate, five... no! Three hours is enough!"
Rivendell raised a finger.
Lothar was so embarrassed, gritted his teeth: "An hour? That's fine."
Even if the time is one hour longer, the chances of the soldier surviving can be much higher.
Rivendell has been with whom for a long time, and has learned a bit badly: "No! We only stay for one day, no more."
Lothar was stunned for a moment, then smiled, walked over, and slammed his fist on Rivendell's chest lightly: "Don't die!"
"Will not!"
Looking at Lothar's disappearing figure, Uther, Dathohan, Turalyon, and Fordring came over and silently stood side by side with Rivendell.
At this moment, Uther and the others truly accepted Rivendell as a part of the first generation of Paladins, not an outsider who was added by a traveler.
The new version of the Five Saints of Silver was established.
Twenty minutes later, when the savage animal head smashed into the huge city gate, what greeted the tribal striker was a dense rain of arrows.
In one encounter, the 60-meter-wide city gate hole became a slaughterhouse.
Looking at the past, all the orc warriors were moaning and howling in a pool of blood.
On the east side of Thoradin's Wall, Orgrim, who was watching the battle, was in a trance at this time: "Where did my big team of flying dragons go?"
(End of this chapter)
Lothar is very embarrassed!
The experience of defeating a war, once is enough.
None of the generals with determination hoped that they would lose a few more battles.
He was almost half dragged and half dragged by Turalyon as he dropped the Wall of Thoradin.
At the time of the crisis, Uther rushed to his horse: "Commander! You go first! The Knights of the Silver Hand will resist the orcs here!"
Behind him are the second and third generations of Paladins such as Saidan Dassault, Tirion Fordring, and Gavin Rader Doom. There are hundreds of horsemen standing at the gate of the city like statues. Only the Paladins are active. Eyeballs and the squeaking of the horses from time to time tell others that they are living creatures.
Compared with this squadron of knights, which is determined to die and its will is made of iron and blood, it is a background of chaos.
There are human soldiers struggling in the flames everywhere. They are either screaming and wailing, or they are choked by the thick smoke and unable to breathe, digging their throats hard, or they turn into motionless coke without twitching, exuding terrible of burnt odor.
After being ignited by the fireballs, the miscellaneous items that lay lords placed in the camp became the life-threatening scythes of the messengers of purgatory.
"Is this the end of mankind?" Lothar suddenly smiled bitterly.
He knelt down to his grandfather to beg his grandmother, and the 20 troops he had painstakingly recruited were so vulnerable in front of the giant dragon.
The frustration of being hit by dimensionality reduction filled his heart in an instant.
Second time!
Lost Stormwind last time.
This time it's Stromgarde and the Wall of Thoradin. Could it be Lordaeron next time?
No matter how determined Lothar's will is, he will inevitably be depressed for a while.Turalyon, who was beside him, was about to persuade him when he suddenly found that Lothar had raised his head, his eyes flashing with a flame that was no less than this fire, called [Perseverance].
"Find a way to send orders! Let the First Legion come here! Even if all of them are burned to death here, they will block the gate of the city." Lothar almost roared with tears in his eyes.
The First Legion was formed by the expansion of the original Stormwind Praetorian Guard, and even the new recruits were the former Stormwind City guards.It can be said that, except for the part that was borrowed by McDonald as an instructor, all the remaining elites of Stormwind Kingdom are here.
Lothar actually wanted to use them to break the queen! ?
Everyone realizes what a cruel decision Lothar made at this moment.
This is sacrifice!
It is Lothar himself who is responsible for this defeat!
Suddenly, there was a violent crash on the door behind him.
"Boom-thump-thump-"
Everyone realized that this was the sound of orcs hitting the door with a siege weapon!
"Damn greenskin!" Saidan spat.
Even though the walls of Thoradin were all covered in fire, in fact, the entire defense line, the only city gate hole, was not affected by the fire at all.Of course, burning debris fell from time to time in the direction of the entrance to the city gate, and most of the fire was not too small.
The other party is here!
He slammed the door openly, but there were not many people around Losar who could go up to it.
Originally, there was a large opening above the city gate in the city gate hole, which could allow the defenders to throw stones and other defensive props on it.It's a pity that no one can interfere.
The Horde was free to smash the door.
"Commander Lothar! You leave first! You have to command the main force of Lordaeron!" Uther shouted loudly.
Turalyon also persuaded: "Yes! The main force of mankind is still there!"
Due to the long distance and the inconvenience of transportation, the main force of Lordaeron was still in Tirisfal and Stratholme.
Almost every muscle on Lothar's cheeks was twitching, and the expression of grief and anger that she couldn't cry out made it uncomfortable just to see it.
Just then, a paladin came back on horseback.
"What's the matter?" Lothar asked, this person was the Paladin who had just sent the letter.
"No way! I can't get through it! The fire is too big! The war horse won't move!"
Those who are inside cannot get out, and those who are outside cannot get in.
With this fire, even if the First Legion wanted to come over, there was nothing they could do.
Done!It's all over!
Once the orcs break through the city gate, it will be a big chase all over the mountains and plains, chasing death and north.Before finishing the hills of Hillsbrad, which is more than 200 kilometers from east to west, there is no place that can be used as a fulcrum to hold back the main force of the orcs.Except for Dalaran City, the small castles on the way are at best lingering places.
Just when everyone was in despair, they suddenly heard a strange "呲呲呲" sound from the west.
"This is..." Lothar was surprised.
Uther is more sensitive: "Wait, haven't you noticed? The sound of the flying dragon's roar seems to be inaudible?"
Not only that, the fire in the west seems to be much smaller.
This is not an eye-opening, suddenly heavy rain or blizzard, extinguishing the fire.
This is... someone putting out the fire! ?
Gradually, through the distorted vision on the west side due to the high temperature, it seemed that someone was slowly advancing, and the sound of chanting was vaguely heard.
"One, two, three... push!"
"Boom!"
close!
Closer!
It can be seen from the halo around the body that it should be a mage.
"Dalaran?" Turalyon was a little stunned.
The speed at which the other party put out the fire was terrifying.
I saw a [Blizzard] that was obviously cast by the Master to push over, and an ice edge the size of a fist fell from the sky, smashing on the fire field, and the fire suddenly fell.
These mages are obviously not strong, and after a few [Blizzard], they will immediately knock on magic gems and replenish their mana on the spot.
The best thing is... there are so many magic gems as if they don't need money!
After that, several water trucks apparently pulled by war horses came over, and many people were working hard to get the hydraulic pump to shoot the water from the bucket in the form of water guns.
The fire was small, and a group of masked men rushed over immediately, using a large two-meter-long fork to push down the burned wooden fence, opening the way for the army behind.
"Den! Deng! Deng!" The tidy footsteps have an intimidating power in themselves.
Looking at the flag fluttering in the wind, and then looking at the long-eared elf shooters among the infantry, Lothar was stunned for a long time.
"In the name of Duke MacDonald Stratholme, the Rivendell Legion is hereby on standby!" Orix Rivendell became the prettiest cub in the audience at this moment!
Lothar could hardly suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and his lips trembled: "Brigadier General Rivendell, after I order your army to break, buy time for the army to evacuate, five... no! Three hours is enough!"
Rivendell raised a finger.
Lothar was so embarrassed, gritted his teeth: "An hour? That's fine."
Even if the time is one hour longer, the chances of the soldier surviving can be much higher.
Rivendell has been with whom for a long time, and has learned a bit badly: "No! We only stay for one day, no more."
Lothar was stunned for a moment, then smiled, walked over, and slammed his fist on Rivendell's chest lightly: "Don't die!"
"Will not!"
Looking at Lothar's disappearing figure, Uther, Dathohan, Turalyon, and Fordring came over and silently stood side by side with Rivendell.
At this moment, Uther and the others truly accepted Rivendell as a part of the first generation of Paladins, not an outsider who was added by a traveler.
The new version of the Five Saints of Silver was established.
Twenty minutes later, when the savage animal head smashed into the huge city gate, what greeted the tribal striker was a dense rain of arrows.
In one encounter, the 60-meter-wide city gate hole became a slaughterhouse.
Looking at the past, all the orc warriors were moaning and howling in a pool of blood.
On the east side of Thoradin's Wall, Orgrim, who was watching the battle, was in a trance at this time: "Where did my big team of flying dragons go?"
(End of this chapter)
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