For those who had never experienced a war, any description of a war would be feeble and hollow.
Once, Duque naively thought that he could save everybody, but Lothar modified Duque's plan slightly.
It was a magic image that was almost a video.
There were no signs of life on the scorched land. Thick pillars of smoke that reached the sky were everywhere. The once-prosperous fields had been abandoned, and the end of the horizon was full of dilapidated houses. The streets were littered with corpses.
There were strong farmers, skinny old men, pregnant women with big bellies, and children less than 10 years old. Most of them had been decapitated, and their blood had already begun to dry up and turn black, proving how miserable and tragic the scene was at that time.
Duque seemed to have heard the screams, howls, and cries that lingered in the village at that moment.
Regardless of age, gender, or ability to fight, everybody had obviously been dragged to the square in the village for a unified massacre.
It was a genocide to exterminate the entire human race.
A game would always be a game. No matter from which angle it was described, it was not enough to describe the unforgettable impact on the soul.
Lothar walked over and patted Duque's shoulder. "Your plan is great, but you're still too young."
Duque's mouth was half open and half closed, as if he wanted to argue, but in the end, the words became, "At least let me go with you to see off the soldiers!"
Briefly stunned, Lothar stared into Duque's eyes and said only one word, "Okay!"
The sun had already set, and the moon was hazy in the sky, as if it were mourning for Stormwind City that had stood for a thousand years but was about to fall.
A large number of troops gathered in the open space outside of Stormwind Fortress. Ten thousand soldiers stood solemnly in the shadow of Stormwind Fortress in a silent, enormous square formation.
On the continuous city walls between the districts of Stormwind City, torches had already been lit. The torches on every battlement on top of the city wall cast long swaying fiery red light on the square formation, emitting the clanging light of armor.
It was the gathering of iron and blood.
It was the reflection of hatred and fury.
It was a volcano of fury that was about to erupt.
The daring team had been assembled and silently waited for the order to attack.
If one looked closely, they would notice that most of the members of the suicide squad were injured.
Or light, or heavy.
Some of the more serious ones even had their arms broken. Some of the more serious ones even had their intestines sticking out of their bodies, and they were merely holding them in their hands.
The continuous battles had drained the spiritual power of all the priests in the city. They had used up all their medical supplies ten days ago.
If these people were left alone, with the backward medical standards of this era, most of them would die.
But even if he died, he had to die with value!
Suddenly, a clear command sounded, "His Majesty Wrynn has arrived! Salute — "
With a series of clattering sounds, 10,000 people stood at attention at the same time. Their injuries had obviously affected them. Under normal conditions, the elite soldiers under Lothar's guidance would definitely be in sync and orderly, as if they were a single person.
Duque, who was following behind Laing, Andoine, and Bolvar, suddenly felt a lump in his throat.
Laing, in his golden armor, stood at the entrance of Storm Stronghold. His facial muscles twitched.
Anduin Lothar stood beside the king. His loud voice, which was like the roar of a lion, spread throughout the entire army. "Warriors of the kingdom! His Majesty Wrynn has come personally to send you off, warriors. Silence! "
Nearly 10,000 people once again stood at attention and put their feet together.
Walking down the slope, Laing, Duque, and the others slowly walked past the front of the formation.
What kind of faces were they?!
There was no vigor, no vitality. Every face was filled with the paleness of walking towards death.
However …
Every pair of eyes exuded an amazing desire to fight that was as blazing as fire, mixed with a murderous aura of hatred and anger!
Every pair of eyes was shining with the will to fight to the death.
Yes! Every warrior knew that they were going to die.
It was just that before burning their lives, they wanted to give the invaders a fatal blow in the most severe way possible.
Duque felt a lump in his throat.
Laing looked around at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, and could not help but be moved. He patted the shoulders of every soldier in the first row and walked over. In the end, he still managed to control himself well and walked to the high platform that had been set up beforehand.
Laing raised the big bowl filled with wine high, and the soldiers followed suit and raised the big wrists filled with wine.
King Laing's clear voice spread in all directions.
"Azeroth has been invaded, and humans are being slaughtered wantonly like pigs and dogs. But we are very lucky! Everyone, please join me and raise the long swords in your hands against these damned green-skinned creatures. Be it me or you, maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow, we will all die in this damned war. But it doesn't matter, because we are dying for our children and grandchildren. "
"I only hate that I, Laing Wrynn, can't accompany you to fight shoulder to shoulder tonight! But it doesn't matter, please leave first. When I see you again, I will either proudly tell you that I have taken back Stormwind City, or I will tell you that I died on the way to the charge, just like everyone else! "
"Now, with this wine, I wish you all to chop off more Orc heads!"
With that, Laing raised his head resolutely and drank the whole bowl of strong wine in one gulp.
Looking at Laing's Adam's apple moving, Duque, Andoine, Bolvar, and the others raised their heads and drank in unison.
It had to be said that this kind of golden wine originating from the dwarves had a strange, fiery feeling. The fiery turbulence rushed into his throat and flowed down his esophagus into his stomach. Duque suddenly felt a burning sensation all over his body.
Duque, who did not like to drink, staggered, but he took a step back. Duque immediately steadied himself.
"Sir Marcus! I heard that you were the one who suggested this battle, so I would like to ask one last question. " A veteran with his head wrapped in bandages and an empty left arm stepped out of the ranks. He raised the large plate of wine high and saluted Duque.
There was a low buzz of discussion among the soldiers.
Duque took a step forward, his mouth still spewing the strong smell of wine, but his mind was very clear. "You ask, I will answer!"
The veteran grinned. It was a mouth with teeth stained with dirt. "I am a rough man! I do not understand magic, nor do I understand any plans. I only know that my wife and children have died in this battle, so I have nothing to worry about. I just want to ask you … Tonight, how many Orc lives can my death be exchanged for!? "
This was not only the voice of the veteran, but also the voice of the 10,000 warriors who were about to die.
They were not afraid of death!
The key was whether it was worth it!?
Du Ke's body trembled, and he roared: "One for ten! And I will use the head of the Orc Chief to lay the foundation for the Heroic Souls of our brothers! "
The veteran laughed proudly. "Hahaha! I originally thought that killing one would be enough, and killing two would be a profit! I did not expect that I could go to hell while looking at the head of the tribe's chief! Hahahaha! Even if I die, I am willing! "
He resolutely drank the wine in the large bowl in his hand, and with a crisp crack, he smashed the large plate into pieces.
Behind him, 10,000 soldiers sat in the same position, and the sound of plates smashing could be heard.
With tears in his eyes, Laing raised his hand. "Set off!"
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