The dark son buried in the city was activated, as if he had sent a signal to start a war.

After Nefarian, whose frost was covered in ice, broke through the night of Stormwind City, the undead surrounded by the heavy walls of Stormwind City also began to attack the city.

In the dark night, the pairs of soul fires emitting pale light made the soldiers guarding the city walls seem to see the messenger of doomsday. When the skeletons began to climb the city walls, the cannons arranged above the city gates opened fire, and the thunderous shelling sounded completely led this noisy night to madness.

The commander of the siege was the Great Lich Kardga. He commanded the Legion of the Dan Blade with a cruel wisdom and a simple and direct way of thinking unique to the mages. Unlike Terion, who likes to do many "useless things", since Kardga promised to capture Stormwind City for the King of the Dan Blade, at the beginning of the siege, he directly used the most powerful war weapon of the Dan Blade.

Colossus!

Although the sunshine cannon behind the cow statue cannot be activated in the dark night, the cow statue with powerful destructive power itself is an excellent siege weapon.

The walls of Stormwind City are 6 meters high, with three layers of reinforced bricks and stones painted white, and blue flags fluttering above the guard posts of the city wall. From a distance, this place can be called a mainland city. However, when the Gorons were manipulated to approach the city wall, the soldiers guarding the city wall saw in despair that these monsters, flesh and steel driven by the dead, were much higher than the city wall when they stood up.

They stood on the black post and looked up and could see the ugly face of the Gioron statue, the one-eyed eyes that emitted blood-red light, tightly placed, just as tall as an adult.

"Ao Ao Ao"

These predators at the top of the food chain in the Delano world roared, venting the pain and anger brought by death on the wall in front of them. The cows waved their strong arms and claws wrapped in steel, like angry children slamming toys, sweeping across the soldiers trying to counterattack on the wall into the sky, then clenched their fists and smashed them hard towards the solid wall in front of them.

"Clang"

The low impact sounded that shocked half of the Stormwind City vibrated. The soldiers on the city walls were in panic to avoid fists like falling shells. Under the order of the roaring old marshal, they aimed the artillery that had not been destroyed at Goron's head and lit the fuse. As the sound of the cannon's bore, the old marshal Windersol was holding his heavy sword and staring at the crazy Goron in front of him.

"Bang"

The scorching shells hit Goron's ugly head accurately, and the ignited gunpowder exploded, like fireworks in the dark. The skull of Goron was hit made a low sound. It shook and fell to the ground, and its entire face was torn apart by the explosion, looking extremely terrifying, but before the human defenders could cheer, Goron climbed up tremblingly again.

The blasted wound on its cheek could even be seen in the blasted wound, and the ugly eye was also injured, but it seemed as if it could not feel pain at all. As the energy of death burst, the siege beast waved its fists and a death sweep came on the wall in front of it, throwing all the soldiers and the gathered artillery down the wall.

Marshal Windsor, who was lying on the ground, looked back and saw the soldiers' bodies struggling weakly in the air, then fell to the ground behind them, shattering them. This scene made the old Marshal extremely sad and angry.

He turned around and straightened his body on the raging walls of the Gorons. His long gray hair danced in the night sky full of smoke and blood. He couldn't understand why the country he vowed to guard would suffer such bad luck. They had no grudges and revenge on these undead!

A nameless fire burned in the Marshal's heart, making the warrior who had entered his twilight years even his breathing became heavy in this battlefield of hell. He raised the sword in his hand, and the blood-stained blade reflected his eyes. In this dark night full of war, Windsol saw his ending.

"For the Empire!"

He roared, like when he was young, like when he was burning the plains and killing orcs, and blood was surging in his blood vessels, and he had to vent this helpless pain.

He jumped up from the city wall that was about to be destroyed. As the fire of anger was burning, he waved his sword with both hands and poured all his strength into the attack. He was like a sanction sword falling from the sky, and stabbed the sharp heavy sword into the eye socket of the Goron in front of him.

The sharp blade pierced the blood-red one-eye, like a red-burning needle, piercing straight into the brain of the giant beast, completely cutting off its only remaining thinking and wisdom.

"Ao!"

Even the dead giant beast suffered such a fatal injury, would feel pain in its weak soul. This Goron was crazy in an instant, and its two fists wrapped in steel danced wildly in the air. Marshal Windsol was like a fallen leaf in the wind, holding the long sword in his hand tightly, trying to prevent himself from being thrown out by the counterattack of the giant beast.

The moment the giant beast fell to the ground, the old marshal let go of his hands and jumped to the ground, but behind him, Death Goron's final counterattack, the fist wrapped in steel swung in the air, hitting the old marshal in the air, and was hit on the back by a huge force, making Windersol like a thrown stone, and was smashed hard into the darkness in the distance.

"Bang"

He crossed the long fall and hit a tree trunk in the forest outside Stormwind City. He fell to the ground. He tried to get up with difficulty, but his spine was smashed and completely lost control of his body.

The veteran lay in the cold night, allowing blood to flow out of his wounds. The picture in front of him had become blurred and dim. He knew that his deadline was approaching.

And in the night around him, there were endless undead active. The old marshal could see that among the awakened zombies, there were some corpses wearing Stormwind City uniforms, the soldiers who died on the battlefield of the East Valley, and they also joined the dead march.

Behind him, the towering and solid city walls had already made overwhelming sounds under the heavy blow of the Gorons, with bricks and stones falling and cracks growing. Perhaps the next moment, the walls that could protect the entire city would be completely destroyed by the irresistible power brought by the undead.

Then...and then he devoted his life and all the kingdoms for which he would be completely buried by history in a dead ruin.

And in this regard, the undead who is not afraid has an absolute advantage.

"Take them away!"

The Storm Fortress has not recovered from the last attack by Archbishop Twilight. Some broken bricks and stones make the king's palace look somewhat bleak. At this time, just as the city is facing life and death, the ruler of Storm City, 23-year-old King Varian Wrien, was sitting on his throne.

He wore the armor of the king's heritage of Stormwind, which was intertwined with black and blue, and was dotted with the mighty armor of the black lion's head on his shoulders. He leaned on a sword with his hands. In front of him, he was the most loyal royal housekeeper, Vir. Benton and the royal guards who vowed loyalty to the king.

In the butler's arms, the 2-year-old little prince Anduin Wrien slept soundly in his cradle. Even on this night of destruction, nothing seemed to stop the little prince's dream. Next to the butler was a movable hospital bed, lying on it, the unconscious queen Tiffany, the love of His Majesty Varian.

The king sitting on the throne looked at his son and wife with a delicate gaze that could not be left behind. He stood up and reached out to take the little prince. At this moment, the young king's face was full of tenderness. He bent down and kissed the prince's forehead, and then kissed the unconscious queen.

The next moment, the king gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, handed the prince to the loyal butler, saying to him:

"Ville, I must send my son and wife to Lordaeron safely... to King Terenas, who once raised me like a father, and I believe that under the guidance of King Terenas, my son will also become a truly excellent king."

"But your Majesty! Let's go with us. The people need your guidance. Prince Anduin also needs his father to be with him, not here... to die in a meaningless battle!"

The old housekeeper burst into tears, and the chief guard begged King Varian to leave in a low voice.

But the young king had made up his mind, and he listened to the sound of the night outside the fortress, which was the sound of war. He took a deep breath and kept the lion's helmet on his head, and he said in a muffled voice:

"I have decided that I will live and die with this city... This is the king's mission and responsibility! Go and take away my last concern, let me be filled with courage, and face the arrival of death without regrets."

The king turned around and looked at his throne. Behind him, the housekeepers and guards finally turned and left to protect the bloodline of the Wrien family, which was the loyalty engraved in the bones of all servants loyal to the royal family.

But just a moment later, the sound of the bed moving on the ground sounded again, and the young king frowned, and he turned around and shouted:

"I order you..."

Behind the king, Tyreon, who was holding the little prince and pushing the queen's hospital bed, looked at Varian, who was fighting to the death with interest. Behind him, there were still ferocious blood footprints, extending from the entrance of the Storm Fortress to the King's Hall.

The loyal royal guards roared and pounced on the sudden appearance of the Dark Blade King, but the dark red death energy rose under their feet, like black and red lightning, strangled their necks, lifted their suffocating bodies into the air, allowing them to struggle powerlessly in front of death.

In this deadly king's hall, the King of the Blade and the King of Wrien looked at each other. He stroked the hair of the sleeping prince in his arms, and he asked softly:

"Who do you want to command? My little king..."
Chapter completed!