Chapter 464
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The Rapidstream Castle had almost fallen.
Only one city was needed for the Horde's flag to be placed on top of the Rapidstream Castle's palace.
But the two or three seemingly narrow city districts in front of the palace had become a meat grinder for both the Alliance and the Horde. There was no such thing as a front, and the humans were playing hide-and-seek. They could pop their heads out of the rubble of any ruins, or even shoot an arrow straight at the Orc's head without popping their heads out.
It was not until the Horde broke through the outer walls of the Rapidstream Castle and entered the city district that they were shocked to find that the entire mountain under the ancient capital of Thoradin The Great was almost hollowed out. Under the walls of the Rapidstream Castle, there were tunnels that looked like spider webs.
Many of the tunnel entrances were quite narrow, which the burly Orcs could not enter at all.
As a result, whenever the Orcs attempted to storm the inner city, the road from the outer city to the inner city would be constantly harassed and attacked. The Orcs could not transport any heavy siege weapons. Perhaps a bag of kerosene would be thrown out of nowhere and burn the catapults and siege vehicles to ashes.
On the fifth day after Orgrim evacuated from Lordaeron, Rend Blackhand, who was in charge of attacking the Rapidstream Castle, received an order.
This order from the great chief made Rend Blackhand very unhappy, but he had to carry it out.
"Since it is an order from Zuluhed, let Zuluhed take care of things here."
He received a reply. An hour later, the Rapidstream Castle welcomed its destruction.
The wind pressure generated by the flapping of the red dragon's wings caused further damage to the ancient capital that had been half-destroyed for more than two thousand years.
The terrible storm caused by the flapping of the dragon's wings easily blew down all the buildings that were still relatively intact. The slightly older buildings were directly uprooted, and the loose walls made of mud bricks were blown into the air and disintegrated.
In front of the palace, the defensive zone that had troubled the Orc army for months was like a sandcastle that had been washed away by the waves. It was flattened in a few short breaths.
"Forgive me —" The dragon's deep voice of repentance came from the sky in the common language.
Along with this voice, Taranis' abdomen bulged, then its chest, and finally its neck. Dense golden flame patterns formed by the Draconic language appeared in the air in front of the giant dragon.
For a moment, this light even surpassed the light of the sun.
A destructive flame quickly expanded from that small cluster into a huge fireball that was even bigger than the entire house. The golden light completely shrouded the entire Royal Palace of Torrent Fort.
The grayish-black palace was doused with lava-like flames. In the screams of every Riptide Castle resident who witnessed this scene, the palace melted.
The huge bluestone was like a piece of cheese that was melted by the high temperature. It began to flatten, and a blazing unknown substance spread in all directions.
The symbol of Riptide Castle was gone?
The ancient capital of the Arasuo Empire, which had been passed down for over two thousand years, was gone just like that!
Talanistas looked a little weak, but the Orc on his back roared loudly. The pitiful Ancient Dragon had no choice but to pull himself together. He aimed at a huge cave and spat out what was left of his Dragon Breath.
It was as if a terrible volcano had erupted in the underground pit. The narrow tunnels that restricted the Orcs from entering became the graves of the humans. The doors and boulders that restricted the entry of enemies collapsed like dominoes.
Not only Taranis, but the other Red Dragons also followed the Orcs' orders and quickly found a deep pit, spitting their dragon breaths into it.
This situation was a bit like a syringe.
With enough pressure from one side, the flames spread along the tunnel to all the space in the mountain.
King Solas Trollbane, who had just arrived at the Wall of Saladin, fell to his knees. It wasn't just him. Every Stromgard warrior saw the golden flames shooting out from the ventilation holes on the cliff of the mountain where Riptide Castle stood.
How many of the people inside could survive?
Was it a slim chance of survival?
Or was it one in a hundred?
"No — —" Tears of despair rolled down the determined faces of these mountain men.
They watched their motherland, the Stromgard Kingdom, sink into darkness and burn in flames. Their loved ones and compatriots cried and struggled in pain …
For a moment, almost everyone in Riptide Castle felt that everything was destroyed … whether it was hope or the road ahead.
Riptide Castle was destroyed.
This was the second capital to be destroyed since the establishment of the Alliance. It was also the third capital of the seven human kingdoms to fall.
This news spread throughout the entire Alliance within a day.
The people of almost every surviving country trembled in fear.
Among the remaining countries, only the Dalajan and Silverymoon had the strongest magical defense. Perhaps they could withstand the destructive attacks of the Giant Dragons. But the rest were in doubt. Not to mention small countries like Kurtiras and Gilnis, even Lordaeron couldn't guarantee that they would be able to withstand it.
For a moment, the urgency to save the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza reached an unprecedented peak.
Every big shot of the Alliance was waiting for the results of Lordaeron's special forces.
The results made all the big shots of the Alliance fearful.
Forty-eight human corpses were impaled by huge wooden stakes on the empty space outside the Wall of Saladin. Looking at these human corpses wearing Epic leather armor, most of the guards on the wall were at a loss.
Only King Terenas Menethil was so angry that he plucked out a few tufts of his beard.
Lordaeron's surprise attack had failed. It was a complete and utter failure.
The high-level Bandits that Terenas had sent were all killed. Not a single one managed to come back to report back to him.
This was the most severe slap to Lordaeron's face.
For a moment, Duque's act of saving himself and the Red Dragon Queen had attracted the attention of all the big shots of the Alliance.
An uneasy feeling enveloped the Kirin Tor Council of Six.
In the conference hall in the air, there were no walls. Large amounts of light and dark clouds surrounded these high-level Mages, flowing and changing constantly. Looking up, it seemed that even time had become faster. Only the dark gray marble floor, which was inlaid with diamond-shaped runes that symbolized the four major elements, gave this scene some semblance of reality.
At this moment, the fiercest debate broke out in the conference hall. These usually elegant and scholarly councilors were now even more rowdy than aunties in a wet market.
"I have no objections to supporting Duke Marcus. I have to admit that he's a great guy who can create miracles. But why did he name Rhonin? "
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