Stromgarde is nearly lost.
All it takes is one city block to raise the flag of the Horde atop the palace in Stromgarde.
However, the two or three seemingly narrow urban areas in front of the palace beca a at grinder for both the Alliance and the Horde. Without any so-called positions, humans played hide-and-seek like they could pop their heads out of any ruins, or even shoot a crossbow arrow directly at the orcs' heads without even popping their heads out.
It was not until the Horde broke through the outer wall of Stromgarde and entered the city that they discovered that the mountain under this thousand-year-old capital inherited from Emperor Thoradin was almost hollowed out. Under Stromgarde, there were tunnels like a spider web.
Many tunnel entrances are quite narrow, making it completely impossible for the large-bodied orcs to enter.
As a result, whenever the orcs tried to storm the inner city, the road from the outer city to the inner city would be constantly harassed and attacked. The orcs' slightly heavier siege weapons could not be transported through. Perhaps a bag of kerosene would be thrown from sowhere, burning the catapults and siege vehicles into slag.
Just five days after Orgrim evacuated Lordaeron, Rend Blackhand, who was in charge of the attack on Stromgarde, received an order.
This order from the Warchief made Red Blackhand very unhappy, but he had to carry it out.
"Since this is an order from Zuluhed, let Zuluhed handle it."
After receiving the reply, an hour later, Stromgarde was destroyed.
Taranistrasz - the wind pressure generated by the flapping wings of this giant red dragon caused further damage to this two thousand year old ancient capital which was already half destroyed.
The terrible storm caused by the dragon's wings easily blew down all the remaining relatively intact houses. The slightly older buildings were directly uprooted, and the loose mud brick walls were blown into the air and shattered.
The defense zone in front of the palace, which had troubled the orc army for months and prevented them from advancing, was flattened in just a few breaths, like a sand castle washed down by the waves.
"Forgive --" From the sky ca the dragon's deep voice of repentance in the common language.
Along with the sound, Taranis's abdon swelled, then his chest, and finally his neck. In the void in front of the dragon, dense golden fla patterns composed of dragon language erged.
For a mont, this light even surpassed the sun's light.
A ray of destructive flas quickly expanded from a small mass to a giant fireball larger than the entire house. The golden light completely enveloped the entire Stromgarde Palace.
The gray-black palace was doused in flas like lava, and the palace lted amid the screams of every Stormwind citizen who witnessed this scene.
The huge bluestones began to flatten like pieces of cheese lted by high temperature, and the hot unknown substance spread in all directions.
The symbol of Stromgarde is gone just like that?
The ancient capital of the Arasso Empire, which has been passed down for more than two thousand years, is gone just like that!
Taranistrasz looked a little weak, but the orc on his back was roaring sothing. The pitiful ancient dragon had to pull himself together, aiming at a huge cave, and exhaled his limited dragon breath again.
The underground pits seed to have experienced a terrible volcanic eruption. The narrow tunnels that restricted the orcs from entering beca the graves of humans. The door panels and boulders that restricted the entry of foreign enemies collapsed or broke like dominoes.
Not only Taranis, but other red dragons also quickly found pits that looked extrely deep under the orders of the orcs, and breathed dragon breath into them.
This situation is a bit like a syringe.
With enough pressure applied from one side, the flas would spread along the tunnel to all the space in the mountain.
King Thoras Trollbane, who had just arrived at the Thoradin Wall, knelt down on the ground in despair. Not only him, but every warrior of the Kingdom of Stromgradee saw the golden flas bursting out from the vents on the cliffs of the mountain where Stromgarde stood.
How many people inside can survive?
Is it a life-or-death situation?
Or is it one in a hundred?
"No——" Tears of despair slid down the resolute faces of these mountain n.
I watched with my own eyes my holand, the Kingdom of Stromgradee, sinking into darkness and burning in flas, while my loved ones and compatriots cried and struggled in pain...
For a mont, almost everyone in Stromgarde felt that everything was ruined... both hope and the future.
Stromgarde was destroyed.
This is the second capital city to be destroyed since the founding of the Alliance, and the third royal city to fall among the seven human kingdoms.
The news spread throughout the league within a day.
The people of almost every surviving country are terrified.
Among the remaining countries, only Dalaran and Silvermoon City have the strongest magic defenses, and perhaps they can withstand the devastating attack of the dragon. But the rest are in danger. Not to ntion small countries like Kul Tiras and Gilneas, even Lordaeron dare not guarantee that it can withstand it.
For a mont, the urgency of saving the Red Dragon Queen Alexstrasza reached an unprecedented peak.
Every Alliance leader is waiting for the results of Lordaeron's special forces squadron.
The result made all the alliance leaders terrified and uneasy.
Forty-eight human corpses were pierced by huge wooden stakes and nailed to the open space outside the Thoradin Wall. Looking at these human remains wearing epic leather armor, most of the defenders on the wall were confused.
Only His Majesty Terenas nethil was so angry that he pulled out several tufts of his beard.
The assault on Lordaeron failed, completely and utterly failed.
All the high-level thieves sent by Terenas were killed without exception, and not even one escaped to co back to report the news.
This is the most severe slap in the face to Lordaeron.
For a ti, Duke's actions of saving himself and the Red Dragon Queen attracted the attention of all the alliance leaders.
A mood of unease hangs over the Kirin Tor Council of Six.
In the Sky Council Hall, there were no walls around, and a large amount of clouds of varying light and dark surrounded these senior magicians, constantly flowing and changing rapidly. Looking up, it seed that even ti was speeding up. Only the dark gray marble floor, which was inlaid with diamond-shaped symbols symbolizing the four elents and shimred with light, made this scene sowhat realistic.
At this mont, the most heated debate broke out in the parliant. These congressn, who usually behaved elegantly and had a scholarly deanor, were now more noisy and excited than the aunties in the vegetable market.
"Support Edmund Duke. I have no objection. I have to admit that he is a good guy who can work miracles. But why did he specifically na Ronin?"
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