"What?" Duke's brows furrowed tightly.
As the commander, he knew that the Alliance and the Scourge Army were fighting fiercely near the Sodoril River.
Due to the sufficient military strength and the fact that Queen Kalia, the legitimate heir, had inherited the throne of Lordaeron in time, the remaining people of Lordaeron in the old territory of Lordaeron had completely united and joined forces with the Alliance Army led by Turalyon to defend the Eastern Plaguelands like an iron bucket.
Yesterday, Duque had received reports that the two sides were still in a tug-of-war. How did the defense line collapse and the holy city of Stratholme get surrounded?
"Doesn't Alfreid have a trump card?" Duque asked. "Could it be Arthas himself?"
The trump card referred to dumping a large amount of holy water upstream of the Sodoril River. Holy water was harmless to living beings, but to the undying, it was even more toxic than poison. Many times when the defense line at the Sodoril River was about to collapse, the Scourge Army had to rely on the holy water to cut off their offensive.
Without reinforcements, no matter how strong the Undead were, they would not be able to withstand the assault team personally led by Saidan Dathrohan or Turayan.
Abbendis shook his head. "No, it's Anastrian. The former King personally used large-scale earth magic to change the course of the Sodoril River … "
Duque bared his teeth.
Damn it! So many variables!
At this point, he could only take it one step at a time.
In history, Arthas first settled Lordaeron internally, then went north through Stratholme to destroy Cuel Salas. Then, he went south, ignoring the trembling Iron Stove Castle dwarves and the people of Stormwind City. He killed his way to the Blasted Land and summoned Archimonde's shadow at the Dark Portal. Finally, he turned around and flattened the Dalajan.
In a sense, he had turned the entire eastern kingdom upside down. When he had no more goals, he returned to Lordaeron to rot, until the news of Archimonde's defeat came …
The history that Duque was familiar with could basically be thrown into the Endless Sea, as it could only be used as a reference and not as an accurate one.
They had saved Stratholme, only to be attacked by Anastrian's personal army. It felt like they were in a mess.
There were two reasons why Abbendis had come looking for Duque. Firstly, most people believed that only a Breaking Dawn Mage could deal with a Breaking Dawn Mage. Secondly, the vanguard of the Scarlet Cross had rushed into Stratholme before the main army.
If it was purely military reinforcements, it would definitely be a good thing.
The more reinforcements there were, the higher the chances of defending the city.
The problem was that there was a Breaking Dawn Great Mage on the other side, which meant that Stratholme would become a land of death.
Of course, there was a reason why Abendis was in such a hurry …
Stratholme City.
The Azeroth human kingdom's economic system was more similar to Earth's medieval Western European feudal society. Basically, it was already amazing for a kingdom to have a decent main city. Most kingdoms only had one main city, which was called a city. The rest were towns or even lower settlements.
Lordaeron, once the strongest human kingdom, was an exception. The two main cities were both a symbol of Lordaeron's strength and glory. As long as the holy city of Stratholme didn't fall, the people of Lordaeron could claim to the world that Lordaeron hadn't fallen.
The battle around the city walls had entered a critical moment.
A slim figure in red armor stood fearlessly on top of the city walls.
She raised her hand and said in a slightly neutral voice, "Fire arrows —"
Behind her was a large number of archers with their bows nocked, their arrowheads wrapped in oil cloth lit with fire. They stood on the side of the city walls, in a temporary archer's position that had been rebuilt from flat roofs. Following her command, countless fire arrows shot into the sky at a 45-degree angle. When the arrows began to fall under the influence of gravity, they fell like a meteor shower onto the empty ground hundreds of meters away.
The fire arrows ignited as soon as they came into contact with the flowing kerosene on the plains. The impure black kerosene immediately turned into thick smoke after it was ignited. If the attackers were humans, they would definitely be choked to death, unable to form any kind of formation.
However, the enemies were the Undying who felt no pain.
She originally thought that the flames would at least be able to stop the enemies for a while. Seeing that the flames were about to burn the Undying who were attempting to cross the sea of fire to reach Stratholme, she couldn't help but raise her eyebrows slightly.
It was a counterattack that she had expected, although she didn't want to see it coming.
Thunder rumbled from the forest in the distance. In the span of a few breaths, a large patch of dark clouds gathered above the treetops at high speed. Then, accompanied by a gust of wind that defied the Stratholme monsoon, the sudden snowfall extinguished the fire that had just started.
Once the fire was extinguished, the blizzard continued to extend forward until it reached the city walls.
The city walls of Stratholme lit up with purplish blue magic runes. The gorgeous brilliance blocked the cold wind, but it couldn't stop the accumulation of snow and ice.
At a speed visible to the naked eye, a huge slope that was more than 300 meters wide appeared in front of the human soldiers. The slope extended from the flat ground all the way to the battlements of the city walls. The 30-meter-tall city walls of Stratholme suddenly became meaningless.
Not only that, but countless hailstones formed in the air and rained down on the infantry positions at the top of the city walls. The soldiers of the Scarlet Cross had no choice but to raise their shields and bear the impact of the falling hailstones with their flesh and blood.
"Crack, crack!" The continuous loud noises caused flesh and blood to fly everywhere. As long as the iron coated wooden shields were destroyed, the thin helmets of the soldiers couldn't withstand the impact of the hailstones at all. In an instant, there was a cacophony of screams.
If it had been an ordinary militia defending the city walls, their morale would have collapsed instantly, and they would have turned around and fled.
Fortunately, the soldiers defending the city walls were the toughest, most fanatical, and most capable soldiers of the Scarlet Cross in the entire Rotterdam. Even though the neat formation was full of holes from the hailstones, the soldiers who could still move immediately struggled to get up when the hailstones slowed down. They formed a thin line of soldiers and tried to use their flesh and blood to resist the impact of the Undying who were rushing up the slope.
"Damn it! Can't you mages do something? "the female colonel in blood-red armor yelled angrily.
Her angry yet determined gaze and manly movements formed a sharp contrast with her sexy and charming figure. It was so strong and shocking that it left a deep impression on the soldiers.
Unfortunately, her roar didn't get any response.
Almost …
Finally, a red-haired male mage with a scar on his nose stood up shakily. He smiled bitterly and said, "No matter what, I can't let my master, Duke Marcus, down!"
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