The tall demon guards and Hellfire smashed the cathedral, but their attack left some scorch marks on the exterior wall of the cathedral, without even cracks.

Facts are better than words. There were occasional rumors that someone cut corners before, and Berval had never seen such a strong building when he was so old! You know, this is not a military fortress, this is a church!

Judging from this quality, it is definitely a first-class conscience project. If it is still a tofu, then Azeroth will have no buildings to see! He believes that those who say bad things about Vanessa are all black-hearted villains!

But no matter how strong the fortress is, it cannot withstand the continuous bombing of day and night. At the latest, the cathedral will be broken. Where will the remnants of Boval go is a question.

Retreat northwest, go to the port, and wait for the illusory sea boat, this is a road.

Retreat northeast, enter the subway tunnel, blow up the entrance, and walk to Tieluburg, which is also a road.

"Boval, it will take at least three days for reinforcements, but we have no time." Khadga persuaded.

Bovar was extremely entangled.

The port is a dead end, but is the tunnel a living road? Even if the entrance is blown up, the demons of the Burning Legion will destroy the ground. The demons are very powerful. He doesn't believe that the other party can't see a simple underground tunnel. Once the underground tunnel collapses or a certain section of the road is blocked, tens of thousands of people will be trapped to death underground.

And he has to take the initiative to give up Stormwind City? Abandon the capital of a country? It is really difficult for him to make this decision.

Bervar looked around.

The Countess had already taken his men to the Iron Fortress first. He knew about this and hoped that the Countess could survive.

His subordinates were killed and injured, and three legions belonging to the kingdom were destroyed in an organized manner. Most of the remaining two legions were wounded. Many soldiers could not go to the battlefield even if they survived.

Duke Leorick von Zeldig, the veteran general who retired after the Battle of Anqira, said with a choking: "Lordalen can be rebuilt on the ruins, and the Storm Kingdom can be. We are much better than Lordalen at the time. Boval, it's meaningless to insist, please withdraw."

Several important officials of the kingdom, including Khadga, looked at him.

He knew he had to make a decision.

"Well, order soldiers and civilians to prepare more food and blankets, we go to the underground tunnel to Iron Fort..."

Before he could finish his words, a young soldier rushed in.

"Half Fortagen! Ships!... Harbor...! So many ships!"

“How many ships are there?”

"Is His Majesty the King back?"

"We don't have to give up Stormwind!"

Many important officials and generals immediately surrounded him and asked.

But the young soldier didn't know the details. When he saw the ship, he rushed over to report.

"I'll go and see!" Boval turned over and came to the port soon.

Just a few glances, he found clues with his vision far exceeding that of an ordinary person.

Kadega, who arrived later, was also stunned.

Hundreds of strange-style golden warships, with a blood-red mark floating in the wind on their masts. Their hearts sank. They would not be mistaken. It was raining all night long. Why did the tribe come!

In less than five minutes, the warship got closer.

Boval saw the tall brown orc standing on the bow of the ship. Although his appearance was a little blurry, he and the other party had fought side by side in the outer realm and Argus, and he recognized the identity of the person.

The Horde's Great Chief, Garrosh. Hellscream!

There was a young female troll next to Garrosh. She was wearing a feather crown and a purple brocade robe. At this time, the female troll closed her eyes and was chanting something. There was a huge figure on the sea. The phantom was accelerating the warships. The speed of the tribal warships far exceeded the limit of this era. They galloped on the sea like flying.

"Boval, don't be impulsive." Kardag whispered.

I want to be impulsive, but can I still be impulsive?

Although it was incredible, Berval still had some hope in his heart.

He ordered the soldiers at the port to retreat slightly and did not intercept the tribal warships into the port.

Garrosh carried the bloody roar tomahawk and walked off the warship with great momentum.

He looked at Bewal first, the two of them knew each other before.

"It's so embarrassing! The human paladins are really not very good. A group of demonic cubs beat you like this?"

At this time, Boval's appearance was really not very good. Not to mention the dust, his physical strength, holy light, and spirit have been reduced to the limit in all aspects, and now he is just holding on.

"What are the tribes doing in Stormwind City?" he answered quite toughly.

Garrosh sneered: "Of course, it's killing the demons. Killing the demons on your land. I won't feel sorry for no matter how much damage it causes. What a pleasant trip."

He said it easily, but in fact he made this decision, he also thought carefully.

The most superficial reason is what he said now. Since the Burning Legion has invaded, instead of completely defeating its alliance and the devils march into Kalimdo, it is better to take the initiative. Passive defense is not his character. Besides, it doesn’t matter if he puts the battlefield at someone else’s home, no matter how badly he fights.

The alliance and the tribe did not completely break up, and the battle between the two sides was not fierce. At this time, it was not unacceptable for the tribe to fight the Burning Legion together.

The deeper reason is the persuasion of the Dwarf King and the Pure Holy Maiden, which gave Garrosh some new understanding of the Burning Legion, Titans and Azeroth.

Even though the dwarf king's temperament changed drastically, he knew that after the fall of the Storm Kingdom, the next unlucky person would be the dwarf kingdom Kazmodan.

He persuaded Garrosh to do this key to breaking the deadlock. He would not tell Azeroth's secret, but just the superficial knowledge was already very shocking for a pure warrior like Garrosh.

Only then did he realize that Azeroth had his own consciousness. He used his spokesperson to persuade Garrosh to let the tribe come out at a critical moment, so that the alliance could not refuse this help.

This plan was very successful, and Berval really could not refuse the tribe. Both sides must abandon past grudges and fight against the Burning Legion together.

Although the 50,000 tribal army had different thoughts, they still went to the battlefield under the pressure of Garrosh and the War Song clan.

The reason why Thrall felt powerless in the late period of his reign was that his own Frost Wolf clan was not around and his tribe was relatively rare. Garrosh did not have this problem. The War Song clan has always been very powerful, and he is also the orthodox heir. The War Song clan completely obeyed his orders.

Relying on the War Song clan to control orcs and to rule the tribe, Garrosh's rule is fundamentally stronger than Thrall who relies solely on personal charm.
Chapter completed!