Chapter 480 13. Dawn --- Add More for the Brothers Who Donate [10/20]

Chapter 480 13. Dawn --- Add more for the brothers who donate [1020]

"Long live the prince!"

"Long live Alsace!"

In the square of Darrowshire, with the help of Arthas and his guards who descended from the sky, and the soaring Wildhammer Gryphon Riders in the sky, another wave of attacks by the vulnerable walking corpses was repelled, exhausted. The soldiers cheered, they called the name of Arthas, that is the name of the savior.

And at the back of the square, there are several piles of raging bonfires lit. The corpses of those dead warriors were thrown into the fire one by one while the soldiers watched silently. No one wants the heroes to be desecrated by the undead after death. The burning of corpses, though brutal, is the last form of dignity preserved.

In the town at this time, under the command of some experienced women, women and children are nervously packing the necessary supplies for the long-distance march. There were originally thousands of civilians in this town. , Many fugitives fled here again. After gathering, this is a huge team.

"We don't go to Tyre's Hand. The crossing of Colin is captured. Going there can only be a self-inflicted trap. We can only go northwest."

Alsace drank the boiled water, and said to Captain Redpath and Silver Hand paladin Davidy:

"The section from Darrow County to the Sordo River is the most critical. Barov's private soldiers should be waiting by the Sordo River. As long as we get there, we can follow the river all the way west to Kyle. Darrow Castle and Coldwind Camp, so as long as you reach the river, you are completely safe."

"But Your Royal Highness, most of the men here have not received formal training, and they can fight against a small group of undead. Once they encounter a large-scale undead swarm, they will easily lose their will to fight because of fear."

Paladin Dawei said with some embarrassment:

"Could you invite Andorhal's army to help? Only 300 knights, or 500 trained infantry, can..."

"We have no soldiers to call upon, Knight Davy."

Alsace said in a deep voice:

"All the soldiers who can move in the whole kingdom have been sent out to gather civilians. This time the disaster came too suddenly. The country's top priority now is to ensure that the city does not fall. As long as the people are still there, we still have hope. This is also the reason why I came here, after you all evacuate safely, the knights of the kingdom can let go and fight back against the undead that suddenly appeared."

"They can't beat us!"

"Let the men guard the periphery of the team, protect the women and children, and load all the available carriages in the town. There are Griffin Knights escorted by the dwarf friends in the sky. They will help us blast the undead that block the way. We want All you have to do is rush out as fast as you can...don't fall behind, understand?"

The prince pointed his finger to the northwest, and he said in a deep voice:

"The end there is hope!"

"Obey, Your Highness!"

Veteran Redpath didn't say much. During World War II, Lordaeron encountered a worse situation than it is now, but the country survived. For those who have been on the battlefield, the cruel reality It's hard to make them feel hopeless anymore.

"Marwyn! Farric!"

The prince called to his two loyal captains of the guards. The two powerful warriors took a step forward in unison, waiting for the prince's order. Alsace looked at them, and after a while, he said softly:

"You have seen the terrible situation, and I don't need to say words of comfort, but this time, I am determined to help my people get out of this kind of suffering. They don't deserve to suffer, even if I die here! I I hope you can fight with me to the end, I need to take my guards and divide them into two teams, with guards on both sides of the team!"

"This disaster makes me feel powerless, but it's not a reason for us to do nothing and watch the disaster continue. It will be a very difficult battle, but I believe that is where our glory lies!"

Marvin and Farik looked at each other. Both of them felt the determination in the prince's heart. Since they couldn't persuade them, they could only accompany their prince to fight to the end. They took a step back and said in unison:

"It's our pleasure!"

"Then let's go!"

With the order of Prince Alsace, the huge migration team of Darrow County moved forward slowly. Thousands of people lined up in a long queue, and the prince's guards were maintaining every section. At the forefront of the team, Alsace With Captain Drapas and some brave townspeople armed with weapons, they cleared away the undead walking aimlessly in front of them. Behind the team was the back-breaking team requested by Dawei Knight.

The men held all kinds of weapons. Outside the team, the women in the team were holding their children and carrying backpacks, and some older people were sitting in the carriage, looking after the young ones, being frightened of children.

No one spoke. In this dangerous situation, no one was interested in speaking. After leaving Darrow County, as the night slowly fell, invisible dangers approached little by little.

In the sky of Stratholme, a pair of invisible eyes are observing the team that is slowly moving forward in the darkness with great interest. To be precise, he is examining the leader of the team, who is riding on the battlefield Immediately, with a warhammer in his hand, he looked warily at Prince Alsace around him.

This was not the first time the Lich King had seen the prince.

Not long ago, the incident of the burned plague grains and the destroyed plague cauldron in Stratholme City was all about the figure of this prince. The tempting Baron Rivendell also died at the hands of Alsace.

One day ago, in the Tirisfal region, the civilians of Subcher, who should have become members of the Scourge, were abruptly saved by Prince Arthas and those weird orcs.

And now, he's out in the dangerous Stratholme Fields, protecting thousands of civilians as they make their way near the Sordo River.

This prince seems to have never rested in the past few days. His body is very tired, but his soul is very persistent. He is doing his best to save his people in his own way, but the Lich King feels the most What is curious is his will. He is obviously at a loss in his heart, but he doesn't lose the motivation to act because of the confusion in his heart like other people.

When hope was slim, he was still fighting desperately, time and time again, trying to use his own strength to break through the darkness in front of him, although he always failed again and again.

But this kind of will itself is commendable, and more importantly, in this young prince, the Lich King saw a kind of potential.

"Only those with the strongest will are qualified to lift Frostmourne... Will you be a perfect sword bearer? Arthas Menethil, I'm curious... Your will, Is it really indestructible?"

"Hehe, let's take a look."

In the deep voice of the Lich King, rustling sounds began to resound in the surrounding darkness, those dark blue and dark red eyes with malicious intent, those awakened dead, came from the big tomb not far from here The dead rushed out, and the new master gave them a cruel order, and the hungry hearts and desire for destruction of these dead were about to be satisfied.

The servants of darkness approached the long line from all directions. They hid in the shadows on both sides, looking at the fresh flesh, those delicious...meat, making people salivate...

"Something is coming! A lot!"

Alsace's war hammer began to shine with holy light, which means that evil creatures are approaching. The weapon of His Royal Highness is not ordinary. It is said that it is a treasure passed down from generation to generation by the Menethil family, although it is not as legendary as the weapon Powerful, but it is absolutely top-notch in transmitting the energy of the Holy Light, and it is extremely strong, heavy, and full of lethality.

"Alert! Alert!"

Alsace's shout made the soldiers and men immediately aim their weapons at the periphery of the team. The prince was riding a horse, holding a torch, and running in the darkness. His heart sank, he decisively pulled out the Wildhammer flare gun from behind, and pulled the trigger toward the sky.

"whoosh"

A green firework that pierced the darkness rushed into the sky. This special flare can stay in the air for several minutes to provide coordinate guidance for the Wildhammer knights taking off from Eagle's Nest Mountain.

"Hold on! Don't panic...Air support is coming soon! Hold on, guys!"

Alsace shouted, his hoarse voice sounded in the night:

"I'm here to fight, with you, I'm not going anywhere! Protect your loved ones! Fight to the death and never retreat!"

"For the prince's will!"

The loyal guard Farric stood beside the prince, he shouted, this kind of will inspired the soldiers and men around him, after all, in a feudal kingdom, fighting with a real prince would definitely be regarded as a Glory, and a prince who is willing to fight to the death for the common people is of course worthy of their following.

And the undead will not be moved by Alsace's bravery. They, these cold monsters without self-awareness and soul, roared, and under the manipulation of the voice in their hearts, they rushed towards the humans in front of them like puppets The team is going to tear them all to shreds.

"Holy water!"

When Alsace saw the first batch of undead rushing over, he raised his left hand high. Behind him, the men clenched the bottles and cans in their hands. This is the time they left Darrowshire in the rough Poor holy water made in churches.

"cast!"

The prince swung his arm violently, and those bottles and jars were thrown out, hitting the ground, and the cold holy water splashed everywhere, but these liquids fell on the undead, like the hottest kerosene, instantly Instantly ignited those weak undead.

Although Holy Light and Death are not absolutely opposing forces, they can be regarded as restraining each other.

"Defensive formation!"

Alsace jumped off his horse, held a warhammer, and stood in front of the soldiers and men. When a revived troll rushed over, he took a step forward, clenched his teeth, and the warhammer in his hand roared from bottom to top. Like a battering ram, it hit the troll's chest, and the scorching holy light ignited the body of the undead beast in front of it, forcing it back two steps.

The prince moved forward again fearlessly, swinging the warhammer in his hand left and right, knocking the charging skeletons and ghouls to the ground. Amidst the shouts of the people behind him, Arthas' body was full of strength, and he slashed tirelessly. Killing, this crazy hero inspired the men behind him, they followed the prince, and the prince rushed there, they roared blindly, stabbing the weapons in their hands desperately.

But courage can't make up the difference in numbers. The men fight bravely, but no matter how much they slash and kill, there are still fewer and fewer people around them, especially those comrades who have just fallen stand up again under the erosion of the dark power. When they started attacking them, many people's will to fight collapsed.

"Don't retreat! Think about your family!"

Alsace didn't retreat, the veins on his arms bulged, like a soldier in a bloody battle, like a rock in the current, firmly blocking in place.

"Little Alsace! Hold on, here we come!"

The roar of the Wildhammer dwarves resounded from the dark sky, followed by the alchemy bombs that kept falling among the undead. Amidst the explosion of fire, the menacing undead were thrown off their feet by the explosion, and a group of Griffin Knights Moving forward along the human team, under Falstad's order, they dropped bombs continuously, blasting a gap of flames in the circle of undead surrounding humans.

"Now! Redpath, take the people! Quick!"

Alsace roared in the flames. Captain Redpath, who was also fighting fiercely, touched the blood on his face. He glanced at the dead soldiers and men behind him. He gritted his teeth, jumped on his horse, and rushed towards the somewhat chaotic place. crowd.

"Dawei! Dawei, protect the carriage, others, follow me!"

Redpath shouted with all his strength in the darkness, amidst the screams of women and children, the crowd began to run, led by Redpath with a torch, and protected by the Sky Knights of the Wildhammer, Quickly passing through the battle zone, the undead chased after them, but was quickly dragged back by the people of Extremis Strikes Back. Even the old people grabbed their weapons and began to use their lives to buy time for the children.

Everything became tragic. In the sky, Falstad, the Great Lord of the Wildhammer, looked at this scene, his eyes were a little red, and the emotional dwarf grabbed the bomb at hand, and threw it fiercely into the night .

"Protect these humans and throw all the bombs out!"

"Little Alsace, hold on! We'll be back soon!"

The crowd ran wildly for more than ten minutes in the dark. Finally, when they approached the Sordo River, they saw the lights shining ahead. Redpath jumped off his horse and shouted loudly while running:

"Hurry up and save the prince! His Highness Alsace is still behind!"

The shout caused a commotion in the front line of defense immediately. A moment later, a cavalry rushed out. The young knight in charge pulled the tired Redpath onto the horse. While running, he shouted:

"I am Lieutenant Thassarian of the Andorhal City Defense Force. I am ordered to meet you. Tell me, soldier, where is the prince?"

"Behind, prince... the prince is cutting off the queen for us."

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"Recovery"

The horse neighed to disperse the wandering undead. Lieutenant Thassarian cut down two undead. He quickly jumped off the horse and searched in the dark. Finally, following the traces of the battle, he found the depths of the dense forest. Under a tree stump, he saw Prince Alsace kneeling on one knee, beside him were several loyal guards who were seriously injured.

He walked forward quickly, calling out to the prince's prince in a low voice, but there was no response, which made the lieutenant feel a bad feeling in his heart, he stretched out his hand, touched the prince's wrist, and after a while, he breathed a sigh of relief .

"The prince is alive, he's just... he's just tired, he's resting, shh... don't bother him, he needs a rest."