Anyone who has not experienced war is pale and empty.

Duke once naively thought that he could save everyone, but Lothar gently modified Duke's plan.

It was a magical image that was almost video.

On the charred earth, there were no signs of life, and there were thick black smoke columns that reached the sky. The once rich fields had been discarded, and the end of the sight was full of broken doors and tiles. On the streets, corpses were filled with stalls.

There are strong farmers, thin elderly people, pregnant women with big belly, and children under 10 years old. Most of them have started to have dry and black blood in their bodies and their heads, which proves how desolate that scene was at that time and how tragic the scene was.

Duke seemed to hear the screams, howls and crying that were lingering there at that moment.

Regardless of age, gender, or combat power, everyone was obviously pulled to the square in the village for a unified massacre.

That was to exterminate the entire human race.

Games are always just games, and no matter which angle they are depicted, they are not enough to describe this unforgettable spiritual impact.

Lothar came over and patted Duke on the shoulder: "Your plan is great, but you're still too young."

Duke's mouth was half open and half closed, as if he wanted to argue, but in the end, the words turned into: "At least let me go with you and see the soldiers on the expedition!"

Losa was a little stunned, then stared into Duke's eyes and said only one word: "Okay!"

The sunset has set, and the moonlight in the sky seems to be sad for this Stormwind City that has stood for thousands of years but is about to fall.

A large number of troops gathered in the open space outside the Storm Fortress. Ten thousand soldiers stood solemnly in the shadow of the Storm Fortress, forming a huge silent square.

The torches have already lit up on the continuous walls between the city of Stormwind City. The torches of every battlement above the city were pulled out a swaying long fiery red light, shining on the square formation, emitting a sonorous light of armor.

That is the gathering of iron and blood.

That is the reflection of hatred and anger.

That was the volcano of rage that was about to erupt.

The suicide squad has been assembled and is silently waiting for the attack order.

If you observe carefully, you will find that most of these suicide squad members are injured.

Some are light or heavy.

The seriousness of the matter was even broken, and even a piece of intestine was exposed, just covering it with his hands.

The continuous battle has caused all the priests in the city to overdraw their mental power, and they used up all medical medicines and other things as early as 10 days ago.

These people just leave it alone. With the backward medical level of this era, most of them are dead.

But death is worthwhile!

Suddenly, a clear call came: "His Majesty Wurien is here! Salute"

Only a burst of thunderous sound was heard, and ten thousand people stood at attention at the same time. The injuries obviously affected them. If they were under normal conditions, the elite soldiers under the training of Lossa would definitely be in a consistent pace and as neat as one person.

Following Ryan, Anduin and Boval suddenly had a little sore nose.

Ryan, with golden helmet and golden armor, stood at the main entrance of Storm Fortress, his face muscles twitched.

Anduin Lothar stood beside the king, and his loud voice was spread throughout the army like a lion's roaring: "Warriors of the Kingdom! His Majesty Urien came here to show the warriors in person, and they were all quiet!"

Nearly 10,000 people stood attentively again.

Walking down the slope, Ryan, Duke and others slowly walked past the front of the queue.

What kind of faces are that!

Without vitality, without vitality, every face is filled with paleness towards death.

However……

Each pair of eyes showed a stunning fighting spirit as fierce as fire, mixed with murderous aura of hatred and anger!

Every pair of pupils flashed with fighting spirit to die.

Yes! Every warrior knows that he will die.

But before they burn their lives, they will give the invader a fatal blow in the most fierce way.

Duke's nose was a little sour.

Ryan was patrolling the familiar or strange faces, unable to help but move. He patted almost every soldier in the first row and walked over. In the end, he controlled himself well and walked to the platform that had been set up in advance.

Ryan raised the big bowl full of wine high, and the soldiers followed the big names full of wine.

King Ryan's clear voice spread all over the world:

"Azeroth was invaded, and humans were slaughtered like pigs and dogs. But I am very lucky! You guys accompany me to raise the long sword in their hands to the green skins who have killed these days. Whether I, you, maybe tonight or tomorrow, they will die in this damn war. But it doesn't matter, because we die for our descendants."

"I just regret that I, Ryan Wrien, cannot accompany you to fight side by side tonight! But it doesn't matter, please take a step first. When I see you again, either I will proudly tell you that I have brought Stormwind City back; or I will tell you that I am like everyone, dead on the way to charge!"

"Now, with this wine, I wish you all to cut off more orc heads!"

After saying that, Ryan resolutely raised his head and drank the full bowl of strong wine in one sip.

Looking at Ryan's wriggling Adam's apple, Duke, Anduin, Boval and others all raised their heads to drink.

I have to say that this gin wine from the dwarf had a strange and hot feeling. The hot turbulence rushed into the throat and flowed into the stomach along the esophagus. Duke suddenly felt a burning feeling of fire all over his body.

Duke, who didn't like drinking, staggered, but after taking a step, Duke immediately stood firm.

"His Excellency Marcus! I heard that this battle was proposed by you, so I want to ask the last question." A veteran with a bandage wrapped in his head and an empty left arm stepped out of the line, holding up the wine from the sea bowl high and greeting Duke.

A humming and humming voice sounded among the soldiers.

Duke took a step forward with a blazing smell of alcohol in his mouth, but his mind was very clear: "You ask, I answer!"

The veteran grinned, and it was a mouth with a mouth full of teeth that were stained with dirt: "I am a rough man! I don't understand magic, and I don't understand any plans. I only know that my wife and children died in this war, and I have no worries. I just want to ask you... Tonight, how many orcs' lives can I change to my death!?"

This is not only the voice of the veteran, but also the voice of ten thousand heroes who are about to die.

Death, they are not afraid!

The key is whether it is worth it!?

Duke trembled all over and shouted: "One change to ten! And I will use the head of the orc chief to lay the foundation for the heroic souls of my brothers!"

The veteran laughed proudly: "Hahaha! I originally wanted to kill one enough money, kill two people to make a profit! Unexpectedly, I could go to hell while watching the head of the tribe chief! Hahaha! I would like to die even if I die!" He resolutely drank the bowl of wine in his hand, and smashed the bowl with a crisp crackle, smashing it to pieces.

Behind him, ten thousand soldiers were doing the same movements, and the sound of bowls slamming into pieces.

Ryan's eyes were filled with tears, and he raised his hand: "Set out!" (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!