Corpse tides spread all over the mountains and fields, and the human undead were mixed with orcs, just like a worm blanket spreading from the end of the earth, gradually swallowing the torrent castle.

The brainless zombies rushed over madly, filling the moat with their eyes full of hatred for the living and their desire for flesh and blood. They continued to use hands and feet, and used flesh and blood to build slopes that went straight to the top of the city wall...

Every minute and every second, hundreds of zombies climbed up the city tower and flooded the heroic soldiers with their flesh and blood.

"Standing your position, no retreat!"

King Galin Thorbain let out a battle cry, waved the sword of the family, slashed the gargoyle that was sweeping into two sections, and then continued to lead the personal guards into battle.

This tragic siege battle lasted for two hours.

The young king who had just succeeded to the throne also led his people to fight for two full hours. After the plague broke out, a large number of civilians in the Rapids Castle were infected and became corpses and injured people everywhere. After the corpse tide arrived, he temporarily left the undead in the city and quickly climbed up to the city wall to organize defense. There were undead outside and corpses inside, and they were attacked from both sides and back to the present...

He did not have the tall figure, superb martial arts, and outstanding command skills as his cousin Danas Thorbain, but he was a descendant of Ignaus Thorbain!

Thorbain means a troll killer, a troll natural enemy... He inherited the bloodline of his surname by Emperor Soladin, and is proud of fighting and pride in martial arts. After thousands of years, he has never produced any member who does not practice martial arts and does not know tactics.

The weak body of a corpse cannot resist the power of the sword. Jialin is like a lion and tiger in a flock of sheep, causing bloody storms.

Whether the resurrection person climbed up, the powerful ghoul, or the flesh and blood creatures transformed by certain necrotic energy, they will only end up being reduced to minced meat.

A magic arrow dragged the particularly unknown gray trail through the air, with a very tricky angle, hitting the young king who was brave but exhausted, bursting out, pushing him a few steps, and falling to the ground.

A group of personal guards rushed forward to protect and dragged the king out of the pile of corpses. His breastplate seemed to be burned by high temperature, and it melted into a big hole. The skin underneath was withered and pale, as if it had been drained of vitality.

Galin Thorbain stood up with help. He wanted to say something, but he lowered his head and wiped the corners of his mouth, but found that the blood in his palm was lingering with strange gray and black energy. In just a few seconds, the skin of his palm was deprived of its vitality and became wrinkled...

"I'm fine... keep fighting." He croaked.

"Your Majesty, we can't hold on anymore, let's retreat..." Before the captain of the guard had finished speaking, he was caught by two gargoyles flying over, screamed and fell outside the city wall, and was instantly swallowed by the wriggling "Flesh Ladder".

Jialin stood up with weapons and stood up with all his might. Looking at the tide of corpses that could not be seen, a strong sense of powerlessness arose in his heart.

"How many more do we have?" he asked in a pale tone.

As he said that, he looked at the soldiers still fighting on the city wall, and then looked inside the city - fires were burning everywhere in the city, which were used by survivors to block the walking zombies.

The zombies resurrected in the plague were unscrupulously walking through every street, some running towards the city walls, blocked by small groups of troops under the stairs; some wandering aimlessly.

Infected people can be seen everywhere in the city, but the soldiers who are still fighting cannot be seen, nor reinforcements that would have come to support after resolving the crisis in the city.

"As you see, your Majesty, maybe hundreds, maybe thousands, I...I don't know." The guard said bitterly.

Jialin felt even more powerless. He had just "inherited" this stormy kingdom from his father for more than ten days. He had not yet implemented his political policies, had not yet achieved his ambitions, and his ambitions...

Could it be that my kingdom will be destroyed like this?

Alliance, Lordaeron...Garin laughed bitterly. They would not send troops to save Stormgard, who would surely fall. Even if they came, they would only see a piece of wasteland.

In the light green poisonous mist that spread from afar, catapults appeared in shape. This was the first time he saw a siege weapon of this shape. There was something like a shovel at the front end, and the shape was quite exaggerated, which made people afraid, and those undead who obviously had a certain mind were filling up...

Galin narrowed his eyes.

Maybe it was a shell made of corpses, which might carry the deadly plague virus.

"Be careful of concealment!"

"Siege weapons, be careful to be concealed!"

Garlin was very glad that the deputy captain of the personal guard also noticed the catapult car in the distance and began to speak out to remind everyone. He also called a few personal guards and carried him off the city tower. He didn't want to leave because he knew that he was about to die.

The undead energy in the body is eroding his life all the time. He can clearly feel the loss of life, and perhaps he will become a member of the undead soon.

Compared to dying like this, death is meaningless and worthless. He hopes to die in battle and at least he has to pull a few more undead cushions.

While being carried down from the wall, Galin couldn't help but wonder... what would he do if his father was still alive? Can he lead the people of Stormgard through this unpredictable disaster?

He had too many reasons to hate the man named Soras Thorbain. Not long ago, he exhausted his conspiracy and tricks, sent the sword into the latter's chest with his own hands, and disguised the death of the hero as an emergency, and "reasonably and legally" got everything he deserved...

But he had to admit that even though his father Soras Thorbain had too many shortcomings, he was still a powerful warrior and strategist who was well versed in the ways of war.

perhaps……

Is it too early to start by myself?

Damn, why did I plan all this with Oriden Pirinold, a coward who is flowing with the blood of a betrayer... to use each other? No, what really benefits are he who is already colluding with the nobles, rather than himself, who is in charge of a kingdom that is already in turmoil and panic due to the orcs passing through the border...

Is Thorbain's bloodline going to be cut off?

Danas, maybe only you deserve this last name, are you still alive?

Galin's thinking gradually became blurred. Perhaps it was because of the death of a person, his heart was kind, and his thoughts suddenly became cheerful. He recalled the past over the past few months and thought about a lot of things. In addition to regret, he also thought of Danas Thorbain, who had been judged to be sacrificed when he went to the orc's homeland and threatened to stay away from Azeroth.

boom!

Galin suddenly felt a shock and tried his best to open a gap in his eyes. It turned out that he had arrived on the city avenue below the city tower. The city gate, which was originally reinforced heavily and should have safely resisted the impact in the doorway, disappeared.

The smoke filled the air, as if it was blown up...

He tried his best to support his upper body. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a group of short green creatures wearing strange masks, carrying explosives, and extremely sensitive hands and feet. He couldn't help but curse in his heart.

These damn goblins actually provided help to the Scourge...

"Go away, go away!"

"Protect Your Majesty, hurry up...ah!"

Screams were everywhere.

In Galin's blurred vision, a tall figure in black plate armor approached step by step, surrounded by many undead spirits, raised his sword and fell, and slaughtered his personal guards in an understatement to try to protect him, His Majesty the King.

In a trance, Galin felt a sense of familiarity, as if he was very familiar with the other person, but the undead energy made him unable to think smoothly, and he couldn't remember for a moment, why did this sense of familiarity that arises from the depths of his soul with the guilt and fear hidden in the dark side of his thoughts come from.

When the other party approached, his thoughts suddenly became clear. Isn’t this tall black armored knight, Soras Thorbain, who died at his hands more than ten days ago, his own father...

"You are not worthy of claiming to be the surname Thorbain." Soras Thorbain looked at his son, his eyes flowing with blue light were filled with peace.
Chapter completed!