When Arthas stood on the wall again, he felt a heavy impact. The vibration made his teeth chatter, and his arm armor hit his leg armor, making a crisp knocking sound, and even the battlements around him were shaken.
Although letting the orcs cross the city wall and enter the city is not a good idea, it is better to let the orcs climb the wall than to let them pass through the city gate conveniently and quickly. At least the defenders on the city wall have not given up resistance.
Behind them was the city area of Lordaeron where their families lived, which gave the defenders great courage. Under the command of low-ranking officers, they used spears to kill the orcs even though their hands were shaking.
"If we can't form a tight formation to fight against the orcs, then for the unskilled recruits, using a spear at least has a better chance of killing orcs than using a sword and shield."
Yes! At least at medium distance, the recruits with spears still have a chance to kill orcs.
The orcs' powerful and aggressive moves are not difficult to crack. Even a new recruit will most likely hit the target with a spear. As for where the target will be, it depends on whether the goddess of luck favors him.
"Hold on!" He shouted to a lieutenant who was standing near the city gate and looking up, "Call some people to block the city gate!"
"With what, Your Highness?" the somewhat flustered young officer asked Arthas.
"Use anything you can find!" Arthas replied. He looked out the wall, looking at the countless orcs - orcs who were attacking and preparing to destroy the city that was supposed to be his inheritance.
There was the deepest despair on Arthas's face.
On the high tower of the palace, Princess Calia clenched her fingers and looked into the distance nervously.
Nearby, everything is still the same, with round towers on a white background, each of which is magnificent. Next to the huge towers are flying buttresses with gorgeous shapes and inlaid with various exquisite carvings. These supporting columns extending from the sides of the towers protect the towers well. Just like the vast territory owned by Lordaeron, it protects the most beautiful pearl on the continent of Lordaeron - the city of Lordaeron.
But in the distance, death and destruction were spreading. Even if it was unwilling, after the east gate of Lordaeron was knocked down, the huge crash of the gate falling to the ground could be clearly heard even in the palace two kilometers away.
"Your Highness Calia! Your Highness Arthas has ordered that if the east gate is breached, we must immediately escort you out of Lordaeron." A captain of the royal guards, accompanied by a team of solemn guards, stood at the door of Calia's piano room.
Ignoring the trembling of the beautiful maids around her, Calia put down the monocular and pointed at the swaying silver-white figures on the city wall where the fierce battle was taking place - those were the warriors of Lordaeron.
"They didn't capture the city wall..." The beautiful princess still argued, and the tears sliding down her delicate face broke the guards' hearts. "If someone can become the hero who blocks the city gate at this time, then Lordaeron can still be saved! Lordaeron can still be saved! The entire Lordaeron Alliance can still be saved!"
Although he was reluctant to shatter the fantasy of the beautiful young princess, the captain of the guard remained loyal to his duty: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, we can't count on a miracle. The fact is that the Alliance army did not arrive, and the east gate of Lordaeron has been breached... Many battles have proved that humans cannot resist the offensive of orcs in street fighting."
"No! He will come!" Princess Calia said in a distorted voice, and then, as if to strengthen her tone, she clenched her fists, straightened her curvy body, and loudly emphasized, "He will definitely come!"
The guards didn't know, but every maid around Calia knew clearly, who was that 'he'?
Ever since he gave the princess the one and only beautiful magic rose in the world, her heart has been captured by him.
Every night, I dream about him.
Every morning, reading his battle reports is the most important morning lesson for Her Royal Highness the Princess.
Every time she saw how wisely and bravely he annihilated so many orcs, and every time she saw how he brought powerful allies to the Alliance, the princess's face would reveal the seductive and intoxicated blush that is unique to a girl in love.
That's right! He is the only hero in the princess' heart.
The young hero who captured her heart, saved countless people, and led the entire alliance and even all mankind to victory - Edmund Duke!
The captain of the guards continued to persuade him, "Your Highness! The Horde's attack was too fast, and Alterac was defeated too quickly. They couldn't even organize a decent defense. Lord Edmund is not a god. He can't conjure up so many troops out of thin air to save Lordaeron. Your Majesty's vanguard will take at least a day to arrive to support them."
"No - he will come! Even if he is alone, he will come! He is a hero of the Alliance! He has saved countless people persecuted by the Horde! He will definitely come to save Lordaeron, save..." Calia wanted to say "save me", but when the words came to her lips, she suddenly realized that there was nothing between her and Duke. Since that meeting, the two had no communication at all. And what made her even more frustrated was that Duke seemed to be fascinated by a female high elf ranger general.
The captain seemed to want to say something else, but was interrupted by Calia.
"No need to say more! My brother is still fighting on the city wall! I will not run away alone! If destruction is the fate of Lordaeron City and the fate of the Menethil royal family, then I will accept it calmly!" After Calia finished speaking in one breath, she bit her lips hard, her beautiful blue eyes staring into the distance, waiting for a miracle to happen.
Everyone can see that Princess Calia is almost obsessed. She is madly infatuated with Duke, who has the aura of miracle. That kind of absolute obsession has been sublimated into a kind of blind obedience and a belief.
This kind of fanatical behavior is what gives the guards a headache.
The captain of the guards suddenly pointed at the black spot in the distant sky and said, "Excuse me, Your Highness! We will send you away safely even if we have to tie you up. Look, the flying dragon of the Horde is coming soon... Even when the flying dragon arrives, we are not sure we can send Your Highness away!"
Calia suddenly shouted, and everyone could hear the ecstasy in her voice: "No - open your eyes! That's a griffin! Not a dragon! Can't you even tell the difference between red and white?"
The captain of the guards looked at the black spots rushing towards the lake from the southeast in great surprise. A few seconds ago, they were still black spots, but a few seconds later, they could already see faintly vibrating white wings.
Yes! It is indeed a griffin!
the Horde's flying dragons are all red dragons, but there are no flying mounts with white wings.
At this most critical moment?!