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At one point, Duke naively thought that he could save everyone, but Lothar gently modified Duke's plan.

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On the charred earth, there was no sign of life, and everywhere there were thick columns of black smoke that reached to the sky. The once fertile fields have been discarded, and the end of the horizon is all ruined. The streets were littered with corpses.

There were sturdy farmers, lean old men, pregnant women with big bellies, and children under the age of 10, most of whom were in different places, and had begun to dry and blacken their blood, which proved how bleak and tragic the scene was at that time.

Duke seemed to hear the screams, the howls, the cries that lingered there at that moment.

Regardless of age, gender, or combat power, everyone was apparently dragged to the village square and slaughtered.

It was a genocide to exterminate the entire human race.

Games are always just games, and no matter how they are depicted, they are not enough to describe this unforgettable psychological impact.

Lothar walked over and patted Duke on the shoulder, "Your plan is great, but you're still too young. ”

Duke's mouth was half-open and half-closed, as if he wanted to argue about something, but in the end, the words became: "At least let me go with you to see off the soldiers on the expedition!"

Lothar was stunned for a moment, then stared into Duke's eyes and said only one word: "Good!"

The sun had set, and the sky was hazy with moonlight, as if mourning for the city of Stormwind, which had stood for a thousand years but was about to fall.

A large number of troops gathered in the open space outside Stormwind Fortress, and 10,000 soldiers stood in the shadow of Stormwind Fortress, forming a huge and silent phalanx.

Torches were lit on the walls of Stormwind's city walls. The torches of each battlement all over the city pulled out a swaying fiery red light, shining on the phalanx, shining with the sonorous light of pieces of armor.

It was a combination of iron and blood.

It was a reflection of hatred and anger.

It was an angry volcano that was about to erupt.

The death squad has been assembled, silently waiting for the order to attack.

If you look closely, you will find that most of these daredevils are injured.

Light or heavy.

In serious cases, he even broke his arm, and even a section of his intestines was exposed, just carrying it by hand.

The continuous battle has overdrawn the spiritual power of all the priests in the city, and the medical drugs and other things have been used up as early as 10 days ago.

These people, just leave it alone, with the backward medical level of this era, most of them are also dead.

But to die, to die is to die worthwhile!

Suddenly, a clear command sounded: "Your Majesty Wryon has arrived! Salute—"

Only a loud bang was heard, and 10,000 people stood up at the same time, and the injuries obviously affected them, if they were in a normal state, the elite soldiers under the training of Lothar would definitely be in step with each other, as neat as one person

Duke, who was following Ryan, Anduin, and Berval, suddenly had a sour nose.

Ryan, in golden armor, stood at the main entrance of Stormwind Fortress, his facial muscles twitching.

Anduin Lothar stood beside the king, and his loud voice, like the roar of a lion, resounded throughout the army: "Warriors of the kingdom!

Nearly 10,000 people once again stood up and stood together.

Walking down the slope, Ryan and Duke walked slowly past the front of the line.

What a face that is!

There is no vigor, no vitality, and every face is filled with the pale of stepping towards death.

However......

Every pair of eyes revealed an astonishing battle intent that was as blazing as fire, mixed with hatred and anger!

In each pair of pupils, there is a flashing spirit of generosity to die.

Yes, every warrior knows that he will die.

It's just that before burning out their lives, they have to deal a fatal blow to the invaders in the most drastic way.

Duke's nose was a little sour.

Ryan couldn't help but be moved, as he patted almost every soldier in the first row on the shoulder. In the end, he managed to control himself well and walked to the high platform that had been set up in advance.

Ryan held the bowl high as the soldiers followed suit.

King Lane's clear voice was heard everywhere:

"Azeroth has been invaded, and humans are slaughtered like pigs and dogs. But luckily, you're with me and raise your sword to these greenskins. Me or you, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, will die in this damn war. But it doesn't matter, because we die for our children and grandchildren. ”

"But don't worry, please go first, when I say goodbye to you, I'll either proudly tell you that I've taken Stormwind back, or I'll tell you that I'm dead on the charge!"

"Now, I wish you all more orc heads with this wine!"

With that, Ryan resolutely raised his head and drank the bowl full of spirits in one gulp.

Looking at Ryan's squirming Adam's apple, Duke, Anduin, Berval and the others all raised their heads and drank in unison.

It has to be said that this dwarven gin has a strangely hot and spicy feeling. The hot turbulence rushed into his throat and down his esophagus into his stomach, and Duke felt a burning sensation all over his body.

Duke, who doesn't like to drink much, stumbled, but took a step back, and Duke immediately stood firm.

"Sir Marcus, I heard that you proposed this operation, so I would like to ask one last question. A veteran with his head wrapped in bandages and his left arm empty stepped out of the ranks, holding aloft the wine in the bowl of the sea and greeting Duke.

There was a buzzing whisper among the soldiers.

Duke took a step forward proudly, his mouth still spurting the smell of fiery wine, but his mind was very clear: "You ask, I answer!"

The veteran grinned, a mouth with a mouthful of teeth stained with dirt, "I'm a rough man! I don't understand magic or anything, I don't understand any plans. All I know is that my wife and children died in this war, and I don't have anything to worry about. I just want to ask Your Excellency...... Tonight, how many orc dogs can I exchange for my death!?"

This is not only the voice of the veteran, but also the voice of the 10,000 brave men who are about to die.

Die, they are not afraid!

The point is whether it's worth it or not!?

Duke shuddered and shouted, "One for ten!, and I'll use the head of the Great Orc Chief to lay the souls of my brothers!"

The veteran laughed proudly: "Hahaha! Originally, I thought that killing one would be enough, and killing two would make money! I didn't expect that I could go to hell while looking at the head of the big chief of the tribe! Hahahaha! I would like to die even if I die!" He resolutely drank the wine from the bowl in his hand, and smashed the bowl with a crisp crackle.

Behind him, 10,000 soldiers made the same move, crackling bowls.

Ryan had tears in his eyes and raised his hand: "Let's go!" (To be continued.) )