"Draw your sword!" the voice of the future Marshal Reginald Windsol was still childish.

He didn't know why Duke would let him lead this elite force of 200 men. I don't know why this unit, which almost occupies more than ninety percent of the combat power of the assault team, is used as a feint force.

All he knew was that Duke, who had become his master, and Anduin Lothar, whom he admired the most, had placed great trust in him at the same time.

This trust is heavy.

"I'll leave my people to you. Lothar said.

"A soldier who does not want to be a marshal is not a good soldier. Reggie, I'm bullish on you, but you also need to prove yourself, and now here's your chance. Duke tapped him on the shoulder.

Originally, Wendsol was very grateful for the fortunate death fight for the shattered kingdom, and he was sure again and again that he was not with the wrong person. Duke, who seemed mysterious before, is actually really a big hero of the kingdom.

Now hearing the words of trust between the two of them, Wendthor's eyes almost moistened.

When the appointed time came, the long sword raised high in the morning light brought up the light of the sun, like an arc of flames.

[Enchanted Weapon - Demon Slayer]!

This mid-tier weapon enchantment permanently enchants a melee weapon, giving it a chance to stun demons and deal extra damage.

Truth be told, this is not an enchanted weapon that a soldier can possess at all. Even the chief swordsman of each noble family may not be able to have one.

But Duke, who was rich and willful, was stunned to find an enchantment master and enchanted the [Demon Slayer] for the swords used to by the more than 200 warriors of the entire assault team.

Wendthor didn't know how powerful this enchantment was, but the divine aura faintly coming from it made every warrior happy.

Wendsol's figure stood proudly in the morning light, and the elite warriors of the Stormwind Kingdom looked at him one after another, raising their long swords in unison as they advanced, and in a burst of glow, the cold light of the blade loomed, as if the sun spread rapidly on the dark earth at the dawn of the morning, driving away the darkness.

"Charge!"

Keeping Duke's advice in mind, Windthor did not advance in a rigorous formation, instead using a more scattered skirmisher attack.

The battle line began to move forward, and before you knew it, the pace of each fighter was quietly picking up, and the steps became larger, and after just ten meters, almost every fighter was rushing to be the first.

"For Azeroth!"

"For His Majesty Wrynn!"

"For my love—"

The soldiers shouted messy slogans, but they quietly changed formations in the middle of the charge, and the eight warriors holding the battering rams used to break the door had already reached the forefront at some point.

"Bang-" With a bang, the three-person tall iron gate shattered.

Karazhan was not a fortress, there was no moat, and even the iron gates and wooden gates at the gate were more ornamental.

The defense of the Mage Tower never relied on that kind of foreign object. Perhaps, their success in approaching Karazhan's gates was the result of Sargeras's ignorance of them.

There was a "boom", and the door also fell.

The valiant warriors with torches slaughtered in, and then, by the light of the fire and the torches inside the gate itself, they saw their enemy, Sartre!

A demon with cracked hooves, unkempt legs of lamb, goat-like horns, razor-sharp claws, and a long lion's tail!

The origins of Sartre can be traced back to the Battle of Antiquity. Among the upper elves, there is a nobleman named Harves who is the most trusted and close advisor to Queen Aishara.

And Harves was one of the culprits in introducing the Legion to Azeroth, and as the War of the Ancients progressed, he brought more and more suffering to his own race. But he was eventually defeated in an encounter with the young druid Malfurion* Storm. Malfurion destroyed his sinful body.

However, Sargeras felt that Harvey was still useful, so he resurrected him and became the first Sartre in the world.

As long as there is a strong enough demonic curse, and the caster's will is not strong enough, then Satyr can easily turn other creatures into Satyr as well.

Although most of Sartre's bodies had swelled, and most of them were more than two meters tall, Wendsol could tell from the only clothes left of Sartre that they were Sartre's servants who once served Medivan.

Wendthall's eyes narrowed slightly, and only one word came out of his mouth: "Kill!"

Like a flaming rocket, the Stormwind Kingdom's assault force instantly broke through the hordes of satyrs.

Entering the fighting distance, Wendthor could even see the red flames flashing in the eyes of these demons with dark purple fur, how chaotic and crazy it was!

The warriors of the Stormwind Kingdom are extremely brave, and as the elite selected by Lothar himself, even when they face such an unknown opponent, they still can't help but feel nervous. But when they saw the young figure rushing to the front of the line, they couldn't help but feel more courageous.

Wendsol, who led the charge, had somehow become their banner.

The Sartres screamed, a high-pitched and unpleasant roar that was enough to make anyone of poor mind tremble.

Wendsol's sword was very steady, and when it was two meters away from the first demonic opponent, a wave of flames visible to the naked eye burst out from the blade, forming a sword wind that was almost like an air blade in mid-air, and in the blink of an eye, the killing range of the entire long sword more than doubled.

The golden sword light was even more dazzling under the flickering firelight, it separated the dark void, and brought a halo-like brilliance, and swept past the first row of Sartre with a "whew".

Strangely, the air erupted with a cracking sound.

The two-meter-tall Sartre in that row all became one-meter-tall. Because their entire upper body has been shaved off in unison. The impact effect of [Demon Slayer] completely lifted their broken upper bodies into the air.

Not every warrior who fights with demons is as lucky as Windsor, but the sword that has been enchanted by the [Demon Slayer] is often enough to deter the satyrs with the divine aura emitted from it.

The first wave of human soldiers engaged in the battle were all unscathed.

There's a play!

Faced with these human soldiers, armed to the teeth, these newborn Sartre were as weak as fledglings that had just broken out of their shells.

Even the less skilled warriors can take out the Sartre that these farmers and servants have turned into in three turns.

"Kill all the demons!" Windsol had just finished shouting, when he felt a shivering sensation pass through him, and the sensation gave him goosebumps all over his body.

Turning his head, he saw a red-skinned demon riding a flaming war horse slowly appearing at the mouth of the wide passage.

The thunderous sound of horses' hooves, the squeak of even the air being scorched to the point of fire, and the scattered Sartre...... Everything is being told to Wendthall.

This guy in front of you is not easy to mess with!

The guy suddenly spoke: "Come Midnight, let's destroy this rabble together." ”