Stormwind is over.

The Stormwind Kingdom is over.

The bloodied Human Emperor Lothar stood on the deck of Kul Tiras's fleet, clasping the side of the ship as he looked at the wailing civilians on the docks, his eyes full of pain.

"Some more, some more people! Please, save some more! ”

Duhan, the sheriff of Shining Gold, almost knelt on the deck, begging the Kul Tiras sailors who had pulled up the ladder, and the invoker, the old boatswain, was almost insane, pointing to the already crowded deck behind him, and shouted to those who begged him:

"It can't be loaded anymore, the ship is already overloaded, and if we load more people, we won't be able to sail out of this port at all!"

"But they, what are they going to do!"

The veteran Duhan looked desperately at the crowded and wailing civilians on the docks, some of the people who were defeated by fear even jumped madly into the icy waters, swimming towards the ships that were slowly leaving the port, but there was no way, every ship, every ship was crowded with people, the moment the defenses of Stormwind were broken, these ships should have set sail, but they dragged it until now.

Can't stay any longer!

The Death Ravens have begun to hover over the docks, and the cunning scum could attack these ships at any moment, and once the masts are destroyed, these ships full of people can only be the most pathetic targets.

"Help us. Help us! Oh, my God! Help us, please! ”

The crowd on the docks saw the ships leave the port, and the desperation prompted them to move forward frantically, and the civilians who had been squeezed to the edge screamed weakly, but were pushed into the icy water one by one, and even some children, struggling weakly in the icy water.

The fear of death makes the darkness of humanity exposed in this moment.

And this scene also fell into Tyrion's eyes, he sat on his own Death Raven, in the dim sky of Stormwind, like a merciless sculpture, watching the disaster of the port spread more and more terrifyingly.

"Disperse them!"

Tyrion whispered:

"Bring those children out of the water, the scum who are making trouble, kill them, and hang them on the dock."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The Raven Commander Raven, who was hovering around the Grim Reaper, led the order, and the next moment, the Death Ravens hovering in the sky were given the order, and to the terrified screams of the civilians, the dark Ravens descended from the sky, but unexpectedly, instead of attacking the chaotic civilians, they hovered above the water, grabbed the drowning people with their claws, and threw them on the empty street behind the dock.

The death knights drove the horses and drove the necromantic infantry into the crowd brutally, and the necromantic infantry, who only knew how to passively accept orders, smashed the civilians who lost their minds with the back of the bone knife, separating the people who were crowded together, and those scum who did not hesitate to hurt others in order to survive were ruthlessly hacked to death.

The dripping blood and death that caught sight forced the chaotic crowd to quickly fall silent.

Especially after realizing that these hideous necromancy, many people choose to obey, but you can't blame them, they are just civilians, defenseless, and they will feel fear when they see the lowest skeletons, how can you let them fight against the Darkblade Legion that has defeated the Stormwind Kingdom?

"Lothar!"

Tyrion's voice rang out in the night, and the weary Human Emperor turned his head to see the image of the King of the Blades suspended above the sea, and in the midst of the angry gaze and roars and invectives of the entire ship, the latter said to him in a tone of greeting between friends:

"Medivan is trying to make you change the fate of this world, and he has given you a sacred mission, but lo and behold, this first game, I won."

"Enjoy your victory, Tyrion."

Lothar no longer had the energy to argue with Tyrion, he just said in a deep voice:

"The Holy Arathor Empire will retake Stormwind, just as we did, and soon, our army will be pouring down and crushing you and your evil legions once and for all!"

"Oh, that's a challenge?"

Tyrion snorted:

"Then I accept it, Lothar, I am waiting for your army, of course, if you are not fast enough, maybe the battlefield of our battle will only be in the Arathi Heights."

"I'm not here to tell you it's over, Lothar, and what I'm trying to tell you is that this is just the beginning."

"I will bury you and your empire in history with my own hands, you scum that should have been eliminated a long time ago! You have no qualifications, no power, no ability to rule the earth beneath your feet, and your presence will only bring shame on the world..."

"Remember this, Lothar, the wheel of war between life and death has begun to roll, and there will be no end to this endless war until one side is completely falling, and you will face the judgments of the heroes of past history, and you will face the questioning of your ancestors... I hope that by then, you will still be able to speak so impassionedly. ”

The King of the Blades seemed to be tired of the communication, and he waved his hand, and the image above the sea slowly faded.

"Oh, wars, those that have passed, those that have not yet begun, those that are ongoing, have changed and ended the world, and now I call it... New world. ”

At the moment when the dark figure of the King of the Dark Blades dissipated, the deepest dark canopy was also dispelled by the light wheel that jumped out of the sea, a new day, a new dawn had arrived, and it once again shone the warm sun on everyone, just like yesterday, but after a hellish night, everything was different.

Low sobs rang out on the deck of this badly overloaded fleet, and some old people who had lived through the Second World War snuggled up to the deck with their loved ones in their arms, and they sang old songs.

It was the story of the ancestors of Stormwind who had just arrived in this wild land, but now, in this situation, this ballad that should have been glorious has become so sad that on the rough sea, this Stormwind Kingdom lament slowly dissipates into the air, as if pouring endless sorrow and despair into the sea.

However, having seen the birth and collapse of endless civilizations, the ocean... Not interested.

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The only area in the entire Stormwind Kingdom that is not threatened by the undead is left alone.

That is, before the outbreak of the War of the Dead, the Western Wilderness, which was in the midst of war, this once fertile land has been completely disrupted by the smoke of war, and before the outbreak of the Battle of the East Valley, the Western Wilderness was drained of part of its military strength, which directly led to the weakening of the advantage of the kingdom's army, which originally had an absolute advantage over the Defia Brotherhood.

And the news of the defeat in the Battle of East Valley also greatly damaged the morale of the soldiers, especially after knowing that the undead had threatened Stormwind City, and the soldiers here had no intention of fighting, because their relatives and families were also placed under the threat of the undead.

"Stormwind has been breached!"

At dawn, a catastrophic news reached the barracks in the Western Wilderness, and the Sentinel Ridge outpost was thrown into complete chaos.

Some of the soldiers who were worried about their loved ones were shouting to counterattack back to Stormwind, while others advocated staying in place to prepare for the undead attack, everyone was arguing, and even the management of the army became chaotic, and it was Maxwell, the general of the Westspring Fortress, and the captain of the paladins, Grian, who followed the Grand Knight Fordin back from the northern frontier to manage the army. Stallman, who was born in the Wild West, but has spent the last few years serving in the Knights of the Silver Hand in the North.

As for General Maxwell, this is a real veteran who fought against the orcs with Marshal Windsor back then, and one of the most senior veterans in the army of Stormwind, in the chaos of Sentinel Ridge at this time, the middle-aged general was not disturbed by his thinking, he ordered the soldiers to return to the barracks and prepare for battle, but did not say who to fight against.

Don't get me wrong, General Maxwell is not an agent of the undead, but he is well aware that all of them have been attacked in Stormwind, but the army of the Wild West has not been recalled, which in itself represents his old superior, Reginald. Marshal Windsor's concern, although he did not say it explicitly, it was clear that on the eve of the fall of Stormwind, the old marshal quietly preserved the last fighting force for his defeated kingdom.

This kind of heavy responsibility makes General Maxwell feel difficult, he is not afraid of death, but he is also helpless in the face of the current situation, and most importantly, it is worth thinking about what the undead will do with them next.

"General! Someone wants to see you! ”

Paladin Captain Grian. Stallman walked into the general's office, and he said with a strange expression:

"It's Edwin. Van Cleef... He's just outside Sentinel Ridge, with his guards, and he claims that he wants to talk to you about "keeping the last glimmer of hope in the Stormwind Kingdom." ”

"That bandit leader wants to persuade me to surrender?"

General Maxwell sneered, he was about to give the order to capture Van Cleeff alive, but he hesitated for a moment, and finally, he said to the Stallman paladin:

"Don't alarm the others, go out with me, and let's see what kind of medicine is sold in Van Cleef's gourd."

Ten minutes later, the disguised general and the captain of the paladin appeared on the hill beyond Sentinel Ridge, and opposite them was Van Cleeve, dressed in a decent black dress, and several leaders of the Brotherhood of Defia, who had caused a lot of trouble for the army stationed in the Western Wilderness for some time.

They proved themselves not to be a rabble.

"Did you invite me here to assassinate me? Van Cleef, it's like you assassinated Major Send! Despicable crumbs! ”

General Maxwell scolded, but Van Cleef was not angry, and said slowly:

"Major Sender ordered the expulsion of innocent farmers who had nothing to do with our war, and also tried to usurp their farms, killing him not because of the war, but because of the pleas of the victims... You see, General, in this war, you are not representing justice... But I'm not here today to talk to you about this. ”

"Oh? Why is that? ”

Maxwell snorted coldly: "Wouldn't offering our heads for your undead master give you a higher status after betraying the people and the country?" ”

"I don't need that! I don't need to take credit with the heads of my compatriots. ”

Van Rikv said calmly:

"His Majesty Tyrion has promised that after his undead have destroyed the entire Stormwind Kingdom, the Brotherhood of Defia will rule the land... You know you want to scold me with the dirtiest words, but General! Like you, I have shed blood for this country on the Burning Plains, and for the sake of the past comradeship, please listen to me patiently. ”

"Hah, should I call you 'His Majesty Van Cleve'? You disgusting traitor! Wagging tail begging dog's legs! Dog! Litter! Mouse! ”

The middle-aged general couldn't suppress his anger and waved his hands to scold, but the next moment, he was interrupted by Van Cleef's raised voice scolding.

"I don't believe him! I don't believe in the undead! That's why I need you! ”

"What did you say?"

Standing behind the general, Grian. Captain Stoan's eyes widened, and the paladin looked suspiciously at Van Cleeff in front of him, and he asked:

"What the hell do you mean?"

Van Cleef looked left and right, closed his eyes and sensed his surroundings with his own abilities, and after making sure that there was no hidden secret conversation, he waved his hand, and the heavily armed leaders behind him obediently stepped aside, clenched their weapons, and looked around warily.

Van Cleeff himself, on the other hand, walked towards the general and the paladin, and the moment he approached, a gleam flashed in the general's eyes, and he grabbed Van Cleeff, drew his long sword, and put it against Van Cleef's neck.

"I should kill you right now, and let the undead see what we think."

Unmoved by this threat, Van Cleef glanced at Maxwell, who whispered:

"Then kill, kill me, you will lose the only administrator who is willing to give everything for this land and those terrified civilians, and my death will also declare the last lone army of this kingdom the only chance to save themselves!"

"I said, General, I trust my fellow man more than the undead, and I need you more than ever." <

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