"Draw the sword!" The voice of Marshal Reginald Windersol in the future was still tender.

He didn't know why Duke asked him to lead this elite 200-man army. He didn't know why this unit, which almost occupies more than 90% of the attack team, was used as a feint attack force.

He knew only that Duke, who had become his master, and Anduin Lothar, whom he admired the most, had also devoted supreme trust to him.

This trust is heavy.

"I will leave my people to you," said Losa.

"Soldiers who don't want to be a marshal are not good soldiers. Reggie, I like you, but you also need to prove yourself. Now the opportunity is here." Duke patted his shoulder.

Originally, Windersol was very grateful to have the honor of fighting for the destruction of the kingdom. He repeatedly confirmed that he had not followed the wrong person. Duke, who seemed mysterious before, was actually a great hero of the kingdom.

Now that they heard the two trusted him, Windersol's eyes were almost wet.

The agreed time has come, and the long sword raised high in the morning light brings up the sun-like light, like an arc of flames.

[Enchant weapon - Demon killing]!

This intermediate weapon enchantment can permanently enchant a melee weapon, giving it a certain chance to stun the demon and cause additional damage to it.

To be honest, this is not an enchanting weapon that a soldier can possess. Even the chief swordsman in each noble family may not be able to own one.

But the rich and willful Duke found an enchantress master and enchanted the swords that more than 200 warriors in the entire attacking team.

Wendsol didn't know how powerful this enchantment was, but the sacred aura faintly came from above made every warrior happy.

Wendsol's figure stood proudly in the morning light. The elite soldiers of the Storm Kingdom looked at him one after another, and raised their swords as they advanced. A glow filled the sword's cold light, as if the morning light was first revealed, the sunlight spread rapidly on the dark earth, driving away the darkness.

"charge!"

Keeping Duke's advice in mind, Windersol did not use a rigorous military formation to advance, but instead used a more scattered scattered attack.

The front began to advance. Unconsciously, each soldier's pace was quietly accelerating and his steps became bigger. After just ten meters, almost every soldier rushed to run wildly.

"For Azeroth!"

"For His Majesty Wrien!"

"For my lover—"

The soldiers shouted messy slogans, but the formation quietly changed in the charge. The eight soldiers holding siege hammers used to score the goal had already reached the front.

With a "clang" sound, the three-person high iron gate shattered.

Karazan is not a fortress and does not have any moat. Even the iron gates and wooden doors at the gate serve as decorations.

The defense of the Mage Tower never relies on such external objects. Perhaps, the fact that they were able to successfully approach Karazan's gate was the result of Sargeras ignoring them.

With a "boom", the door fell down.

The heroic soldiers carrying torches rushed in, and then, under the light of the fire and the torches in the gate, they saw their enemy - Sartre!

A demon with cracked hooves, messy haired lamb legs, goat-like horns, razor-like claws and a long lion's tail!

Sartre's origins date back to the ancient war. Among the upper elves, there is a nobleman named Harves, who is the most trusted and close consultant of Queen Azshara.

Harves was one of the culprits of introducing the Legion to Azeroth, and as the war of the ancient times went on, he brought more and more suffering to his race. But he was eventually defeated in the encounter with the young Druid Malfurio Storm. Malfurio completely destroyed his sinful body.

However, Sargeras felt that Harves was of value to use, so he resurrected him and became the first Sartre in the world.

As long as there is a demon curse that is strong enough and the will of the caster is not firm enough, Sartre can easily turn other creatures into Sartre.

Although most of Sartre's bodies had become swelling and were mostly over two meters tall, Windsol and the others could judge from the only clothes left by these Sartre, they were Sartre who had served Medivh.

Windersol narrowed his eyes slightly, and only one word was spit out from his mouth: "Kill!"

The storm forces of the Storm Kingdom were like a burning rocket, instantly breaking into groups of Sartres.

After entering the battle distance, Windersol could even see the red flames flashing in the eyes of these demons with deep purple fur. How chaos and madness were!

The warriors of the Storm Kingdom were extremely brave. As elites selected by Lothar, they could not help but feel nervous even when they faced such an unknown opponent. But when they saw the young figure rushing to the front of the team, they couldn't help but have more courage.

Wendsol, who took the lead in charge, has become their flag at some point.

The Sartres screamed strangely, and their sharp and unpleasant roars were enough to make any person with weak minds tremble.

Wendsol's sword was very stable. When two meters away from the first demon opponent, a wave-like flame that could be seen from the naked eye burst out from the sword's edge, forming a nearly qi bladed sword wind in the air, which more than doubled the killing range of the entire sword in the blink of an eye.

The golden sword light looked even more dazzling under the swaying fire. It separated the dark void and brought out a halo-like brilliance, swept across the first row of Sartre with a "huh".

Strangely, a sound of cracks burst out from the air.

The row of Sartres, who were two meters tall, became one meter tall. Because their entire upper body was cut off together. The impact effect brought by [Demon Slaying] completely lifted their broken upper body away.

Not every warrior who fights with the demon is as lucky as Windersol, but the sword enchanted by the [Demon Slayer] is often enough to shock the Sartres just by the sacred aura emitted from it.

All the human soldiers who fought in the first wave were unscathed.

There is a chance!

Faced with these human soldiers armed to the teeth, these newborn Sartres were as weak as young birds that had just broken their shells.

Even warriors with slightly inferior martial arts can kill Sartre, whom these farmers and servants, in three rounds.

"Kill all the demons!" Wendersol just finished shouting, and suddenly felt a trembling feeling pass by him. The feeling made him get goosebumps all over his body.

Turning his head, he saw a red-skinned demon riding a war horse full of flames slowly appearing at the wide entrance of the passage.

The sound of horse hooves like thunder, the squeaking air that was burning to the point of fire, and the scattered Sartre... everything was telling Windsol.

This guy in front of me is not easy to mess with!
Chapter completed!