"Draw your swords!" The future Marshal Reginald Windsor's voice was still childish.
He did not know why Duque had asked him to lead this elite troop of 200. He also did not know why this troop, which made up more than 90% of the assault team, was used as a feint.
He only knew that Duque, who had become his master, and Anduin Lothar, whom he admired the most, had placed their utmost trust in him.
This trust was very heavy.
"I'll leave my men to you," Lothar said.
"A soldier who doesn't want to be a marshal is not a good soldier. Reggie, I have high hopes for you, but you also need to prove yourself. This is your chance. "Duque patted his shoulder.
Windsor was already very grateful to have the honor of fighting for the kingdom in ruins. He was sure that he did not follow the wrong person. Du Ke, who seemed to be mysterious, was actually a great hero of the kingdom.
Now that he heard their trust in him, Windsor's eyes almost teared up.
The appointed time had arrived. In the first rays of the morning sun, the longsword was raised high, bringing with it the brilliance of the sun, like an arc of flames.
[Enchanted Weapon: Demon Slayer]!
This mid-tier enchantment could permanently enchant a close-range weapon, giving it a chance to stun a demon and deal extra damage.
To be honest, this was not a weapon that a soldier could have. Even the chief swordsmen of the noble families might not have one.
However, the rich and capricious Duque found an enchantment master and enchanted all the swords used by the 200 warriors with [Demon Slayer].
Windsor didn't know how powerful the enchantment was, but he could sense a holy aura from it, which delighted every warrior.
Windsor's figure stood proudly in the morning light. The elite warriors of Stormwind all looked at him and raised their longswords at the same time. Light filled the air, and the cold glint of the blades was faintly discernible. It was like the first light of dawn spreading across the dark land, driving away the darkness.
"Charge!"
Bearing in mind Duque's repeated warnings, Windsor didn't advance in a strict military formation, instead using an even more disorganized charge.
The battlefront began to push forward. Unknowingly, the pace of every soldier was quietly increasing, and their strides became larger. After a short ten meters, almost every soldier was fighting to be the first to run.
"For Azeroth!"
"For His Majesty Wrynn!"
"For my lover —"
The soldiers shouted messy slogans, but they quietly changed their formation in the midst of their charge. Eight warriors holding siege hammers used to break down doors had already reached the frontline at some point.
"Kuang dang —" The iron gate, which was as tall as three people, broke into pieces.
Karazhan was not a fortress, and there was no moat. Even the iron gate and wooden door at the gate were more for decoration.
The defense of a Mage Tower never relied on external objects. Perhaps it could be said that they were able to successfully approach the gate of Karazhan because Sargeras ignored them.
"Rumble!" The door also fell down.
The brave warriors with torches in their hands killed their way in. Then, under the illumination of the fire and the torches inside the gate, they saw their enemy — Satyr!
A demon with cracked hooves, unkempt goat legs, goat-like horns, razor-sharp claws, and a long lion's tail!
The origin of Satyr could be traced back to the Ancient War. Among the High Elves, there was a Kaldorei noble named Haviss, who was Queen Azshara's most trusted and closest advisor.
Haviss was one of the main culprits who led the legion into Azeroth, and as the Ancient War progressed, he brought more and more suffering to his race. But he was finally defeated in an encounter with the young druid Malfurion Tempest. Malfurion had completely destroyed his sinful body.
However, Sargeras felt that Haviss still had value, so he resurrected him and became the first Satyr in the world.
As long as there was a strong enough demon curse, and the target's will wasn't strong enough, Satyrs could easily turn other creatures into Satyrs.
Although most of the Satyrs' bodies had become inflated, and most of them were more than two meters tall, Windsor and the others could tell from the clothes that these Satyrs had left that they were Satyrs who had once served Medivh.
Windsor's eyes narrowed slightly, and only one word came out of his mouth. "Kill!"
The assault force of Stormwind was like a flaming rocket, instantly breaking through the group of Satyrs.
Now that he was within close combat range, Windsor could even see the red flames flickering in the eyes of these purple-furred Demons. What kind of chaos and madness was that?!
The warriors of Stormwind were heroic. As elites personally selected by Lothar, they couldn't help but feel nervous even when facing such an unknown opponent. But when they saw the young figure at the front of the team, they couldn't help but feel more courageous.
At some point, Windsor, who was leading the charge, had become their flag.
The Satyrs screamed. Their sharp and unpleasant roars were enough to make anyone with a weak mind tremble.
Windsor's sword was very steady. When he was two meters away from the first demon, a visible wave of flames burst out from the blade's edge, forming a blade wind in the air. In the blink of an eye, the entire sword's killing range more than doubled.
The golden light of the sword was even more dazzling under the flickering flames. It split the dark void with a halo-like brilliance, sweeping across the first row of Satyrs with a whoosh.
Strangely, there was a burst of sound in the air.
The row of Satyrs who were two meters tall all became one meter tall. That was because their entire upper bodies had been sliced off. The impact of [Demon Slayer] completely blew away their broken upper bodies.
Not every warrior who fought against the demons was as lucky as Windsor, but a sword enchanted by [Demon Slayer] often emitted a holy aura that was enough to shock the Satyrs.
The first wave of human soldiers were all unharmed.
There's hope!
In the face of these human soldiers who were armed to the teeth, these newborn Satyrs were as weak as chicks that had just hatched.
Even a slightly weaker warrior could kill these farmers and servants who had turned into Satyrs in three rounds.
"Kill all the demons!" As soon as Windsor finished shouting, he suddenly felt a shiver pass through his body. That feeling gave him goosebumps.
Turning his head, he saw a red-skinned Evil Demon riding a flaming warhorse slowly appear at the wide entrance of the passage.
The thunderous galloping of the horses, the squeaking of the air, and the scattering Satyrs … Everything was telling Windsor that something was wrong.
This guy in front of him was not to be trifled with!
The guy suddenly said, "Come on, Midnight. Let's destroy this mob together."
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