"What?" Duke's brow tightened suddenly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

As commander-in-chief, he was not unaware that the Alliance and the Scourge were fighting vigorously near the Sodoril River.

Because of the abundance of troops and the timely inheritance of the throne of the kingdom of Lordaeron with Queen Kalia, the remaining Lordaerons in the old territory of Lordaeron were completely united, and joined forces with the coalition army led by Tulayan to defend the Eastern Plague Land as if it were an iron bucket.

As of yesterday, Duke received a report that the two sides were still in a tug-of-war. Why is it said that the defense line has collapsed today, and it has directly become the holy city of Stratholm that has been besieged?

"Alfred, isn't there a killer idea?" Duke asked, "Is it Arthas himself?"

The killer feature refers to the dumping of large quantities of holy water in the upper reaches of the Sodoril River. Holy water is harmless to living beings and animals, and it is more poisonous than poison to the undead. Many times when the defense line of the Sodoril River was almost unbearable, it was by pouring holy water and directly cutting off the offensive of the Scourge Legion.

The undead without backup, no matter how strong, cannot withstand the commandos led by Saidan Dasohan or Tulayan himself.

Abidis shook his head: "No, it's Anastrian. This former majesty personally took action, using large-scale earth magic, to divert the entire Sodoril River......"

Duke bared his teeth.

There are so many variables!

To this day, we can only see one step at a time.

Historically, Arthas first took down Lordaeron through internal flowering, then destroyed Quel'Thalas in the north through Stratholme, and then went all the way south, ignoring the trembling Ironforge dwarves and Stormwind people, slaughtered the Cursed Lands in one go, summoned the Phantom of Akmund in the Dark Gate, and finally turned around and bulldozed Dalaran.

In a sense, he almost turned the entire Eastern Kingdom upside down, and only after he had completely failed to pursue it did he return to the city of Lordaeron to get moldy, until the news came that Akmund was on his knees......

The history that Duke is familiar with now can basically be thrown into the endless sea, because it can only be used purely as a reference, not as an accurate one.

Saving Stratholme, but ushering in Anastrian's personal attack is really a kind of uproar.

Why did Abidis come to Duke like a burning ass, firstly, in the minds of most people, only Dawn could clean up Archmage Dawn, and secondly, the advance army of the Scarlet Cross rushed into Stratholme in front of the army.

If it's purely a military reinforcement, that's definitely a good thing.

One more reinforcement, the better the chance of holding on.

The problem is that if there is a foul like Archmage of the Dawn on the other side, then Stratholme will be tantamount to a dead land.

And Abidis is in such a hurry, of course, for a reason......

At this time, the city of Stratholme.

The human kingdom of Azeroth, in terms of economic system, is more similar to the medieval feudal society of Western Europe on Earth. Basically, it's great for a kingdom to have a decent main city. Most of the kingdoms consisted of a main city called a city, and the rest were settlements at the town level or below.

The exception is Lordaeron, once the strongest kingdom of mankind, two giant cities that are both the glory of Lordaeron and the symbol of Lordaeron's strength. As long as the holy city of Stratholm does not fall, the people of Lordaeron can declare to the world that Lordaeron has not yet been destroyed.

At this moment, the battle around the city wall has entered a critical moment.

A slender figure in red armor stood fearlessly at the head of the city.

She raised her hand, and a slightly neutral voice sounded, "Rocket—"

Behind her, there was a large group of archers with bows and arrows, and arrows wrapped in tarpaulins were ignited by fire. They stood on the edge of the city walls, on a makeshift archery position converted from a leveled roof. With her order, countless rockets shot into the sky at forty-five degrees, and when the arrows began to fall under the action of gravity, they suddenly poured like a rain of meteors in the open space a hundred meters away.

As soon as the rocket touched the oil flowing on the plains, it burst into flames. The impure black oil formed a billowing smoke as soon as it was lit. If the attacker was a human being, he would have been choked half to death, and he would not be able to organize any formation.

But the enemy is the painless undead.

Originally, she thought that the flames would at least stop the other party for a while, but seeing that the flames were about to burn the undead who tried to wade through the sea of fire and rush to the city of Stratholme, the sudden change in the distance made her frown raise slightly.

It was a countermeasure as expected, though she didn't want to see it coming.

There was a muffled thunder in the distant forest, and in a few breaths, a large cloud gathered at high speed above the canopy, and then accompanied by a gust of wind that violated the Stratholme monsoon, and the sudden heavy snow extinguished the fire that had just been ignited almost instantly.

As soon as the fire was extinguished, the blizzard continued to stretch forward and blow all the way to the city walls.

Stratholme's magically treated wall suddenly lit up with purple-blue magic runes, and the gorgeous brilliance blocked the cold wind, but it could not stop the accumulation of ice and snow.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, a huge slope with a width of more than three hundred meters appeared before the eyes of the human soldiers. Stretching from the level clearing to the battlements of the city walls, the thirty-meter-high walls of Stratholme suddenly became meaningless.

Not only that, but countless hailstones formed in mid-air and rained down on the infantry positions at the head of the city, and the Scarlet Crusaders who had to hold on to the head of the city could only hold their shields high, almost flesh and blood to bear the impact from the sky.

"Bang Bang Bang!" The continuous loud noise, the crowd suddenly flew flesh and blood, as long as the wooden shield covered with iron was burst, the soldier's thin helmet could not resist the impact of the hail, and for a time the screams were continuous.

If it is an ordinary militia who sticks here, it will definitely collapse in an instant, turn around and run.

Thankfully, staying here is the toughest, most fanatical, and most capable Scarlet Crusader in all of Lordaeron. Even though the neat formation had been smashed by the hail, when the hail slowed down, all the soldiers who were still able to move immediately struggled to get up, forming a thin line, trying to use their flesh and blood to resist the onslaught of the undead who rushed up the slope.

"Hell, can't you mages do anything?" the Colonel of the Alliance, clad in blood-red armor, shouted angrily.

Her angry and resolute eyes, manly and fierce movements are in stark contrast to her sexy and charming figure, so intense, so shocking, and impressive.

Unfortunately, her roar was barely answered.

Almost......

Finally, a red-haired male mage with a scar on his nose stood up tremblingly, and he smiled bitterly: "No matter what, I can't fall into the prestige of my master Duke Marcus!"