Rapidsburg is almost falling. Δ

It's just a city area, and tribal flags can be planted on the top of the palace of Rapids Castle.

But just like the two and three seemingly narrow urban areas in front of the palace, they have become meat grinders for both the alliance and the tribe. There is no so-called position, and humans can just play hide-and-seek like this. They can emerge from the rubble of any ruin, and even their heads do not appear, and directly give the orcs a crossbow to the forehead.

The tribe did not appear until it broke through the outer wall of Rapids Castle and entered the city area of ​​Rapids Castle. This thousand-year-old capital inherited from Emperor Soladin, it turned out that the entire mountain was almost hollowed out. Under the city of Rapids Castle, there were tunnels like spider webs.

Many authentic entrances are quite small, which are completely inaccessible to burly orcs.

The result is that whenever the orcs attempt to attack the inner city, they will be constantly harassed and attacked on the road from the outer city to the inner city. The orcs' slightly heavy siege weapons cannot be transported at all. Perhaps if they don't know where they will throw out a bag of turmeric oil and burn the catapult carts and siege cars into slag.

Just the fifth day after Orgrim evacuated from Lordaeron, the Red* blackhand, who was in charge of attacking Fort Rapids, received an order.

This order from the Chieftain made Red*'s black hand very upset, but he had to execute it.

"Since it was Zulushid's order transferred, let Zulushid handle it here."

I received a reply, and an hour later, Rapids Castle ushered in its destruction.

The wind pressure generated by the red dragon slapped the wings of Talannistaz caused further damage to the ancient capital that had been half destroyed for more than two thousand years.

The terrible storm caused by the slap of dragon wings easily blows down all the remaining and relatively intact houses. The slightly older buildings are directly uprooted, and the walls made of loose mud bricks are blown away to the air and collapse.

In front of the palace, the defense zone that had troubled the Orc Legion for months was leveled in just a few breaths like a sand castle washed away by the waves.

"Forgive me" The deep repentance sounds of the dragon shouted in a common language came from the sky.

With this sound, Talanis' abdomen bulged, then to his chest, and finally to his dragon's neck. A dense golden flame pattern composed of dragon language appeared in the void in front of the dragon.

This light even surpassed the sun's light for a moment.

A flame of destruction quickly expanded from a small group to a giant fireball larger than the entire house. The golden light completely enveloped the entire Rapid Fort Palace.

The gray-black palace was poured with flames that looked like lava. The palace melted in the screams of every Rapids Castle man who witnessed this scene.

The huge bluestone began to become flat like pieces of cheese melted by high temperatures, and the hot unknown substance spreads in all directions.

The symbol of Rapids Castle is gone?

The ancient capital of the Araso Empire, which has been passed down for more than two thousand years, is gone!

Talannistaz seemed a little weak, but the orc on his back was roaring something. The sad ancient dragon had to cheer up, aimed at a huge cave that was exposed, and spit out his own little dragon breath again.

In the pits underground, it seemed like a terrible volcanic eruption was encountered. The narrow tunnels that restricted the entry of orcs became the tombs of human beings. The door panels and boulders that restricted the entry of foreign enemies collapsed or shattered layer by layer like dominoes.

Not only Talanis, but other red dragons also found pits that looked extremely deep and spit out dragon breaths inside.

This condition is a bit like a syringe.

Applying enough pressure from one side, the flames spread across the tunnels to all the space in the mountain.

King Soras Thorbain, who had just arrived at the Wall of Soladin, fell to his knees dejectedly on the ground. Not only him, but every soldier from the Kingdom of Stormgard saw the mountain standing on the Rapids Castle, and golden flames burst out from the vents of the cliffs.

How many people inside can survive?

Is it a life-threatening death?

Or is there no one in a hundred?

"No" tears of despair slipped down from the resolute faces of these mountain men.

Watching his motherland, Stormgard Kingdom sink in the darkness and burning in the flames, his relatives and compatriots cry and struggle in pain...

For a moment, almost all the people of Rapids felt that everything was destroyed... whether it was hope or the way forward.

Rapids Castle was destroyed.

This is the second destroyed capital since the establishment of the alliance and the third fallen royal city among the seven kingdoms of mankind.

The news spread throughout the league in one day.

Almost every surviving country is shocked.

Among the remaining countries, only Dalaran and Silver Moon City have the most powerful magic defense. Perhaps they can withstand the devastating attacks of the dragon. But the rest are very lingering. Not to mention small countries like Kurtiras and Gilnis, even Lordaeron dared not promise to withstand it.

For a time, the urgency for saving the Red Dragon Queen Alextasa reached an unprecedented peak.

Every alliance boss is waiting for the result of Lordaeron's spy squadron.

The result made all the league bosses frightened and uneasy.

Forty-eight human corpses were pierced through the body by huge wooden stakes and nailed to the open space outside the Soladin Wall. Looking at the remains of these human bodies in epic leather armor, most of the defenders on the wall were unaware of it.

Only His Majesty Terenas Minaisheil was so angry that he pulled out his beard several times.

Lordaeron's raid failed, and it completely failed.

The high-level thieves sent by Terinas were killed in many places, and there was not even a single fish that ran back to report the news.

This is the most fierce slap on Lordaeron in the face.

For a moment, Duke's self-rescue and the action of saving the Red Dragon Queen attracted the attention of all the alliance bosses.

An uneasy feeling shrouded the six-member parliament.

In the Sky Council Hall, there were no walls around, and a large number of clouds and mists surrounded these high-level magicians, constantly flowing and changing rapidly. Looking up, it seemed that even time became faster. Only the dark gray marble floor shining with rhombus symbolizing the four elements made this scene a little more authentic.

At this moment, the most intense debate broke out in the parliament. These MPs who are usually gentle and have scholarly styles are making noises more excited than the aunts in the vegetable market.
Chapter completed!