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- In the royal court of Lordaeron, the Dreadlord Balnazzar, who was entrenched here and occupying the ruins of Lordaeron, flicked his fingers gloomily and dismissed the Eye of Kilrogg, which was wandering around every corner of the city to observe the battle. Slowly He sat back on the throne in the hall.
The information fed back does not seem optimistic.
The human troops who invaded Lordaeron from the main gate are advancing with difficulty towards the royal court. After a morning, they are just approaching the edge of the inner city. This is not beyond Balnazzar's expectations. But that woman Sylvanas and her Forsaken, with the help of a large number of internal agents, traveled through the cities of Lordaeron almost unimpeded, and their progress far exceeded the Dread Lord's expectations.
Her Majesty the Queen¡¯s secret move, which she arranged in advance, caught Balnazar off guard.
The unexpected change directly disrupted Balnazar's plan.
What the Dreadlord needs is for Garithos and Sylvanas to arrive at the royal court "at the same time", not for one party to rush forward and gain an absolute advantage early.
Because only in this way can Balnazzar's own plan of feigning death to escape and hiding behind the scenes to control the overall situation can be carried out.
Only in this way can the Forsaken and the Northern Legion of Lordaeron fight to the maximum extent, let the two sides really show their anger and hatred, and try their best to consume every bit of strength from both sides to prepare for future counterattacks. Bringing calculations provides convenience and removes obstacles.
But now, the situation is slowly out of Balnazzar's control, which undoubtedly makes the Dread Lord uneasy.
Like most civilized intelligent creatures, the Dread Lord likes to play conspiracies, fight for power, flatter others, deceive superiors and deceive others, seek personal gain for himself, and abandon his subordinates and comrades without hesitation for his own benefit. ¡ªif they have any.
And almost all smart, wise, cunning, and cunning creatures have one thing in common: they cherish their lives!
The Dread Lords may have the guts to deceive and manipulate any creature and enjoy it, but they definitely don't have the guts to withstand the wrath of the Legion's superiors.
For example, Kil'jaeden the Deceiver.
Now that Sargeras is missing (the demons of the Burning Legion never believe that the fallen titan will fall), Archimonde is killed, and the only person left in charge of the overall situation of the Burning Legion is paranoia and cunning. A sinister and vicious fraudster. As a veteran of the Burning Legion, Balnazzar has already figured out the nature of the three giants of the Burning Legion.
As the calmest and wisest of the Big Three. Kil'jaeden was quite capable of maintaining his rationality and making various judgments.
He will be quite tolerant to his subordinates who encounter failure due to accidents. As long as they remain on the verge of chaos, it gives them a chance to make up for their mistakes: a smart and effective way to strengthen the loyalty of their men.
general speaking. Compared to Archimonde the Polluter's "success or failure" leadership style. Kil'jaeden can be regarded as a leader in the Burning Legion who treats his subordinates relatively well.
However, no matter how good the leader is, as a member of the Burning Legion, don't expect him to make a self-examination and shoulder the responsibility for the Scourge Legion's rebellion, without holding the Dread Lords sent under surveillance accountable at all.
Apologizing is impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
So, as someone who neither monitored the Scourge nor guarded his own territory, what should Balnazzar and the other three Dreadlords do to escape the wrath of "Kil'jaeden the Deceiver"?
Escape to a corner and hide?
Illidan tried it, but in the end he only received this comment from the fraudster: "I thought you were very cunning, Illidan."
Escape to the depths of the galaxy in a spaceship?
Velen also tried it, and ended up on a remote planet. The city he carefully hid was demolished by the local indigenous people encouraged by fraudsters. His people were either massacred or mutated - Velen still had the support of the naaru. Balnazzar didn't.
what to do? what to do?
Kil'jaeden has always been willing to give losers a chance to make up for their mistakes. If he can get rid of the source of the trouble: the Scourge before Kil'jaeden's wrath comes, and then also get rid of the Forsaken, So would Kil'jaeden let it go just to remedy the situation?
This is what Balnazzar and the other two Dread Lords thought.
Therefore, Balnazzar, Varimathras, and even Deselok, who had been "dead" long ago, secretly hatched a big plan and decided to infiltrate the human and forgotten people by feigning death and surrendering and lurking respectively. In the camp, hidden behind the curtain??Manipulating the situation in Lordaeron to stir up hatred and fighting between the two sides until an opportunity arises
So Balnazar¡¯s plan is already his last straw. There is absolutely no room for failure, and even any changes must be nipped in the cradle as much as possible.
The bad news passed back did not bother Balnazar for long. Gritting his teeth, the Dread Lord directly issued new orders to the walking dead he controlled in his mind!
At this moment, if you can overlook the ruins of Lordaeron from the sky, you will definitely find that the undead natural disasters that were originally crowded in the city in front are turning around and roaring toward the team of the Forsaken
¡°Since it¡¯s a rivalry show, it naturally has to be evenly matched to be interesting!¡± In the empty royal court, Balnazar¡¯s gloomy tone echoed faintly
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The capital of Lordaeron is very big, very big!
As the capital of a country, the ruins of Lordaeron that Old Tang saw were far from the small, tiny land in the game.
In terms of city area alone, the size of the Royal City of Lordaeron is even two times larger than Silvermoon City, which once shocked Old Tang.
Human beings are indeed a versatile race. Although the buildings in Lordaeron are not as beautiful and gorgeous as those in Silvermoon City, they are still enough to be called solemn, majestic, solemn and elegant. Even though it is now a desolate and dilapidated scene, it is difficult to conceal the glorious atmosphere of the past.
It¡¯s a pity that the walking dead scattered throughout the city have cast a bloody and terrifying shadow on this once bustling royal capital.
It was past noon, and the sun's rays finally penetrated the thick clouds and illuminated the gloomy sky.
In front of a noble mansion in the inner city of Lordaeron, countless undead souls from natural disasters are frantically gathering here. Everywhere you look you can see sharp teeth and claws, and the bloody and putrid air fills the tip of your nose.
"Throw!"
With a hammer, he knocked over a fat abomination. Old Tang Hengham blocked several bloody iron hooks that came through the air and threw them at him, and shouted an order.
¡°Swish, swish, swish~~~¡±
In response to Old Tang's order, dozens of short spear-like heavy javelins shot out with a shrill sound of breaking through the air. In an instant, at least hundreds of undead scourges who were rushing forward were pierced through the chest and skull by jet-black fine steel javelins, and were strung together like candied haws and nailed to the ground.
The walking zombies rushing onto the street tripped up more undead that swarmed forward. After all, the densely packed and relentlessly pursuing undead natural disasters caused a small commotion because of this sparse round of javelin throwing. It was slightly delayed for a few breaths.
Fortunately, a few breaths of time are enough.
For the Scarlet Crusade soldiers who were only a dozen steps away from the manor, these few breaths were the difference between life and death A few seconds were enough for them to kill the undead in front of them. Leaving the battle and running to a safe area.
When the last group of Scarlet Crusaders rushed into the courtyard of the mansion, Old Tang, who was standing guard in front of the gate, suddenly stirred up the lightning energy in the thunder war hammer and swept across it, killing those who rushed forward crazily. The walking dead were reduced to ashes. Then, wait for the next wave of natural disasters to pounce again. The whole person quickly retreated into the courtyard.
Several strong tauren men who had already been prepared saw this. The metal door was immediately closed and bolted, instantly isolating the courtyard from the waves of undead outside into two different worlds.
Outside the courtyard, the roars of the undead natural disasters were still deafening, but both the bloody warriors and the tauren men still let out a long sigh of relief at this moment.
The fierce and difficult battle has lasted all morning.
After a morning of fierce fighting, the Scarlet Crusaders still suffered more than 200 casualties and lost one-fifth of their number. Even the Tauren Sunwalkers, who had stronger combat power and thicker armor, had nearly a hundred people seriously injured and could no longer fight, which made Old Tang feel sad. sad.
Faced with the interception and obstruction of the swarming undead natural disasters, the two troops that breached the city gate, even though they tried their best, could only advance to the inner city of Lordaeron, which was at least 100 meters away from the Royal Court of Lordaeron. There's still half the journey to go.
And as the distance to the throne approaches. The resistance to the undead natural disaster is getting stronger. This made it more difficult for Old Tang and others to continue advancing, greatly delaying the advancement of the two troops.
At the beginning of entering the city. Looking at the composition of the undead natural disaster's troops, they are just cannon fodder for a large number of skeletons and zombies. Not to mention necromancers and corpse witches, there are not even a few ghouls in sight.
But with the passage of time and distance, gradually, agile and ferocious ghouls replaced skeletons and walking corpses, and even abominations and cryptsUndead elites like demons also appeared in piles and batches. On the ground, cunning corpse witches and necromancers appeared from time to time to shoot "black guns" and throw a few dirty and evil undead spells; while in the sky, it became a stage for gargoyles.
Those cruel and vicious constructs have no idea what mercy is. Seeing the opportunity and finding a flaw, he swooped down and grabbed the heads of the soldiers on both sides with his sharp steel-like claws. The average height of the bull-headed men is much higher than that of the bloody warriors, and they are even more "favored". Suffering from harassment
Even though the Sunwalker troops and the more than a thousand Scarlet Crusade soldiers under Mograine are considered elite, the Holy Light of the Paladin and the Sunfire of the Sunwalker are all used against filthy and evil things like the undead. A natural nemesis, but compared to the dense army of undead that obscures the field of vision, the combined strength of the Sun Walkers and the Crusaders is only two thousand, which is pitifully small.
And the consequences of such a huge disparity in strength is that the intensity of combat has increased by several levels.
After several hours of non-stop fighting, even the tauren warriors who are known for their strong endurance and are accustomed to fighting more with less are beginning to feel a little overwhelmed, let alone humans whose endurance is not excellent?
Swing the sword, behead; swing the sword, behead
At the end of the battle, instead of fighting and fighting, the soldiers were more like mechanically repeating the same killing action. Both the tauren and humans began to have the illusion of numbness.
With desperation, Old Tang and Mograine had no choice but to temporarily put aside their thoughts of moving forward. They reunited and led the team to break out of the manor and let their men rest and recover. This was the beginning of the sniper operation.
This is also thanks to the fact that the current Scarlet Crusaders have not lost their minds due to a series of blows and turned into fanatical religious lunatics. Otherwise, if it were the Scarlet Crusaders of later generations who launched a charge upon seeing the undead and did not know the meaning of temporary avoidance and gradual progress, I am afraid they would not even bother to obey the order to withdraw and recuperate
Not to mention that the series of battles and the final breakout only resulted in casualties of one-fifth of the troops. If it were the Scarlet Crusaders of later generations, the more than a thousand warriors under Mograine would have had the chance to escape from the sea of ??the undead. It will be very few, or even single digits is very possible.
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Looking at the dry fountains and broken statues in the courtyard, even with Old Tang's knowledge, he couldn't help but secretly criticize the luxurious life of the nobles.
The courtyard alone is the size of several football fields, more than enough to provide a place for more than 2,000 people to rest and camp. Without mentioning anything else, just looking at the area of ??the mansion is enough to prove that the former owner of the manor should be a wealthy nobleman.
After all, no matter which kingdom you are in, the price of land in the inner city of the royal capital is very high.
Speaking of which, Old Tang is now one of the top bosses of the Tauren clan. However, since he used his own money to advance part of the debt to purchase supplies and armed regiments, he has never been rich, and these nobles who live a luxurious life have never been rich. There is no comparison at all.
But the most tragic thing in the world is that people die and money is not spent
??The owner of the mansion, who couldn't even put together the complete corpse, ended up with most of his life savings in Old Tang's pocket.
More than 20,000 gold coins, mountains of silver coins, plus antiques, curios, books, paintings and calligraphy that Old Tang, a bumpkin, couldn't estimate the value of Arrange the wounded, allocate personnel responsible for treating comrades, and arrange patrols After giving the order, Old Tang only "toured" in the manor for more than half an hour, and his long-depleted pocket began to bulge again
However, the operation of scraping land and making extra money had to be temporarily stopped.
Because the leaders of the Scarlet Crusade, who have always maintained a tacit understanding with each other, finally came to the door (To be continued)
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