"Of the 2,500 soldiers, not a single one surrendered until the whole army was destroyed."

Tyrion flipped through the battle report, his finger waved slightly, and the ordered crow slowly took a few steps back, and a moment later, the Legion of Screamers roared into the sky, and the dense black shadow, led by the Commander Crow, flew towards Lakeside Town.

"If the human soldiers were as tough as you, it would give me some headaches."

Tyrion put down the battle report and looked at Kishan, who was grabbed by the shoulders of the two knights in front of him so that he would not fall, the veteran held out to the end as he said, he was the only one of the 2,500 who survived, his body was covered with wounds, El did not show mercy to his men, obviously, the high knights thought that showing mercy to such a hero's subordinates was an insult to him.

Kishan looked up with difficulty, his blood-soaked eyes only seeing Tyrion's vague figure, and with the last of his strength, he spat a bloody spat at the King of the Blades.

This blunt provocation did not anger Tyrion at all, instead, he stood up and looked at the human warrior in front of him with interest.

"John. J. Kishan, I see your past in your roster... Company B, I've heard of this unit, at the end of the Second World War, you participated in MI7's sabotage of the Blackstone Tower, and at the last moment, at the cost of two-thirds of the troops, you dragged down the most powerful Fireblade Clan among the orcs. ”

Tyrion walked behind Kishan, and he reached out and pressed his hand on the human warrior's shoulder, and he whispered:

"You have spent your whole life on the battlefield, but unfortunately, your country only gave you war, and war took everything from you, and when the war is over, you find that you actually have nothing, I am more curious, why are you here?"

"Hehe, it's easy to forget the people who have protected you, it's easy to forget the despair when life is left and the gratitude after being saved, this is human beings, no... This is the ugly common denominator of all living beings. ”

The voice of the King of the Blades rang in Kishan's ears:

"So is it really justice that drives you? I'm curious. ”

"Phew!"

Kishan closed his eyes weakly: "The outside can't hide your heart, you're so ugly... You'll just hide behind your soldiers, you bully! ”

"yes, I'm a bully."

Tyrion walked up to Kishann and reached out to lift Kishann's blood-stained head, forcing the veteran to look at him, into his ice-blue eyes.

"But the world is full of people like me, your soldiers have been wiped out, and then your town, your people, tell me, what are you going to do?"

"Ahhh

Kishahn didn't know where the strength came from, and once again struggled frantically, like a dying beast, but was pinned down in place by the two knights, and Tyrion watched the desperate performance, and finally, he coughed lightly:

"Are you going to save them? Those who spit on you? ”

When Kishar did not answer, Tyrion turned and poured a glass of red wine for him in the tent, and then motioned for the knights to let him go, and he handed it to Kishan, who was lying weakly on the ground, and whispered:

"There are 120,000 civilians in Lakeside Town, they have no weapons in their hands, and they don't have enough courage to defend it, it's like crushing you, and it will only be easier for my soldiers to kill them, but I'm willing to give a chance to a warrior like you..."

The King of the Blades sat on his makeshift throne, shaking the glass in his hand, the crimson liquor swirling in it, shining in the dim light of the tent.

"Pledge your allegiance to me, Kishan, and I will give your people 12 hours to escape... Otherwise, you know. ”

"Allegiance?"

The veteran sneered, and with great difficulty, he crossed his legs, sat down in front of Tyrion, and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his face, while the King of the Dark Blades duly handed over a well-made white handkerchief, and Kishan glanced at him, shook his hand and took it, and while wiping his face, he asked in a low voice:

"It should be simple for you to kill me and turn me into a monster like you, why do you even ask for my opinion? Is it a mercy for the loser? ”

"Nope."

Tyrion shook his head and said seriously:

"I just don't want to see a warrior with a broken soul, and wholeness is a noble virtue for the inevitable death."

"12 hours?"

Kishon closed his eyes and asked with a dead heart:

"Can you guarantee it?"

The King of the Dark Blades smiled and said to the El Knight standing beside him:

"Tell Raven and Lumi that the first assault is delayed until 12 hours later, and let the Screamers disperse the civilians, but if there are any resistors..."

Tyrion glanced at Kishan, and said calmly:

"Kill!"

Kishan's fists clenched, and after being brought into the necromantic position, he saw with his own eyes the true power of the Darkblade Knights, as well as the flesh and steel of the war colossus that made the scalp tingle at a glance, and perhaps could completely destroy the defenses of Lakeside Town with just one head into the battlefield.

That's not a force that mortals can fight against.

The El Knight led the way away, and Tyrion sat on the throne, his legs crossed, and he looked at the veteran in front of him, his fingers crossed on his abdomen, those ice-blue eyes staring at him:

"I've fulfilled my promise, it's your turn, Warrior Kishan."

"One last question!"

Kishan let out a sigh of relief, he reached out and removed the red strip of cloth from his forehead and placed it in his hand, he stared at the headband that he had worn for decades, the crimson cloth had faded a little, it had accompanied him through all the wars, all the victories, and all the defeats.

The veteran looked up and looked at the King of the Dark Blades:

"Will you kill all the people in the Stormwind Kingdom? Civilians, children, and women? ”

"An interesting question."

Tyrion's fingers moved, he thought for a moment, propped his hands on his legs, leaned forward slightly, and he looked at Kishan:

"What I need is a warrior like you, a warrior grows from a soldier, and a soldier is born from a civilian, and a civilian is not a qualified soldier, so in the face of your question, I would say, no! Do you want to know what I will do with this kingdom that is about to be destroyed? ”

Kishan nodded, and a malicious smile appeared on the corner of the Blade King's mouth:

"But I can't tell you, soldiers, because you're not my warrior yet, I can only reveal a little, civilians, they will live, maybe better."

Kishan got the answer he wanted, he nodded blankly, and after a few moments, he struggled to his feet, and the high knight standing beside him held out his hand to him, and the old soldier hesitated and clenched the cold armor.

"I'm hungry, I want to have a big meal, preferably some more wine..."

Tyrion flicked his finger, and one of the high-ranking knights turned away, looking at Kishan, who looked at him, both waiting for something to happen.

After a dozen seconds, the veteran's clenched fist suddenly released, and the faded red headband fell to the ground, while his master leaned slightly towards the King of the Dark Blades.

"I will fight for you, Your Majesty."

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"Wow"

Falling from the sky, the Raven smashed into the position on the edge of Lakeside Town with a cold storm, and the Raven Man slashed off the soldier's head with a swing of his winged blade, and lifted a soldier with a musket by the shoulder, and a moment later, in a frightened scream, the dancing soldier fell from the sky and smashed against the rocks in front of the position.

Flesh and blood splattered.

This brutal death was a great blow to the morale of the soldiers, and such attacks occurred several times a minute, and the Raven Men seemed to be using this provocative way to try to provoke the human soldiers who were waiting in front of them.

And there were so many crowmen in the sky that they almost obscured the sky, and if it weren't for Tyrion delaying the attack, maybe it would only take one or two waves of attacks for General Gore's position to be completely breached.

And the worst thing is that a large necromantic ground force also appeared in the mountain stream not far from the human position, and those death knights on skeletal warhorses ran in the mountains, and the black Broken Blade Banner was fixed behind their horses, which represented the vanguard of death.

Judging from their movements, it is clear that they are adjusting their military formations in a timely manner in an attempt to encircle the last remaining human legion in the Red Ridge Mountain from three directions.

General Gore was also a veteran of the Orc Wars, but in the face of the situation in front of him, his mind full of tactical means could not think of an effective means of defense.

The machine guns on the steam tanks might have been able to form a barrage in the air and smash the damned raven to pieces, but at the beginning of the attack, the crows themselves led the elite Raven Assassins and rained down from the sky without the humans feeling anything, destroying the steel muskets.

Now in the face of the "hunting" of the crows, the soldiers can only fight back with muskets and bows and arrows, which is very inefficient.

"What the hell are these birdmen doing?"

Seeing another soldier caught in the air, General Gore jerked out his pistol and fired a shot into the sky, venting his anger at his powerlessness.

He grabbed his helmet and threw it on the ground, he couldn't understand what the hell these dead spirits were doing, they were like teasing these restless soldiers, and the quacks of the ravens were even more irritating.

"We should retreat to the Stone Fort, where the strong defenses are strong enough to resist the attacks of these necromants."

The operational staff officer next to the general advised:

"They had enough power to destroy us, but they didn't, and if it weren't for the Necromancy's mercy, it means they must be planning something terrible."

"It can't be withdrawn, at least not now."

General Gore turned his head and looked in the direction of the lakeside town behind the mountain wall, where the huge town was being evacuated nervously, and it was a complicated process for 120,000 civilians to completely withdraw into the Elwyn Forest, and the general's intention was clear, at least until the civilians were completely evacuated, he and his soldiers would not leave.

Although he also knew that they were staying here and doing little except to reassure the evacuated civilians.

"Is there any news from Kishan?"

General Gore took a deep breath to calm his irritable mood, and he turned his head to look at the staff officer beside him, who shook his head with an ugly expression.

"The warriors have given their lives for the country."

Gore clenched his fists, and his voice rang out in the next moment, shouting at the soldiers in the form of a shout:

"But their spirit inspires us, their souls watch us from heaven, and then it's time for us, soldiers, relatives are behind us, even if they die here, it is to protect the people, this is where the duty lies, and where the glory lies!"

"Don't be intimidated by those dead people, hold on to your weapons, I'll hold out with you until the last moment!"

"Let them see, they can't beat our bones!"

"Buzz"

At the moment when General Gore's words fell, more than a dozen ravens flew down from the sky, seemingly in response to Gore's bold words, but at the moment when those ravens quickly crashed into the human position, a scorching holy light lit up in the mountains to the west of the human position.

Like a fierce punch, the war hammer composed of holy light fell from the sky, enveloping the unsuspecting death crowman, and the necromancers were directly purified in the scream, and among the ashes, a tall draenei holding a purple crystal war hammer appeared on the rock.

"Well said! Mankind! ”

The Grand Garrison Marrad held his hammer in the palm of his hand, and with the other hand raised the banner behind him, the crystal heraldic shield banner representing the Draenei fluttered to the west of the human position, and behind the Grand Garrison, heavily armed Draenei paladins and priests also appeared among the mountains and forests.

"In the name of the prophet Viren, warriors of humanity, we will fight alongside you!"

The human language with a strange accent of the Great Garrison resounded above the panicked positions of the humans, and the arrival of powerful reinforcements also made the morale of the human race flutter rapidly, especially when the warm holy light of the Draenei priest swayed on their bodies, and some sincere believer soldiers even felt the meaning of the holy battle.

But the arrival of the Draenei caused a flash of anger in the dark eyes of the legendary assassin Raven, the commander of the Screamers who roamed the sky, and the next moment, the raven's shrill voice rang out in the sky:

"The enemy is starting to fight back, and that's the end of the game! In the name of the King of the Blades, kill them all, and leave not one behind! ”

On land, the impatient death lord Luminas's twin black swords burst out of their sheaths, and the lord rushed out of the necromantic position, and between the slopes that sloped down, the Hellfire Legion under her command rushed down the hillside like a flood.

"Human! The twitter is tiresome! Now, speak with your sword! ”