On the way to evacuate from Lordaeron City, Anduin Lothar, who had figured out the plan of the mastermind behind the scenes, almost cut off his arm by Grom with an axe, looked back at the person who was still following him.

When the orc raid begins, the powerful Grom Hellscream, with the help of Valoc Sarufal, drags down three great knights, among which Uther Lampy Messenger with the holy artifact.

When the Bronzebeard Prince Muladin was evacuated, he was entangled by Fenris, the king of the wolf cavalry.

Kagas appeared again just now, and the grandmother Shore and the great knight Bervar Fortaggan joined forces to stop him by falling into the city.

Now the only ones who followed him were Prince Fistard of the Wildhammer, Varian, and some loyal and brave warriors and griffin knights.

Except for the Silver Moon Master Romans, the protectors of the high elves were all in Dalaran at this time. The unexpected appearance of the Blue Dragon King blocked all the possibilities of teleportation.

Prince Kelthas and the six-man council cannot do it if they want quick support.

No matter how close Dalaran and Lordaeron are, it will take time to come by by land.

The defensive power around Lothar has been weakened to the extreme by the attacks of the orcs, and the robbers of the Blackstone plunderers commanded by Red Black Hands made chaos spread rapidly from the royal city to the entire city.

The city has fallen into chaos, and the support that Lothar can receive has been greatly weakened.

If he was the planner of this assassination, then the current time is the most perfect time for the execution of the assassination. Therefore, those assassins who are hiding in the darkest search for opportunities should be...

"puff"

When this team of flying knights crossed the walls of Lordaeron, the sudden volley of powerful crossbows caught the three griffon knights at the front of the team off guard and caught the arrow.

The dwarf riders fell down together with the griffin mounts hit by thick crossbow arrows. These thick skinned guys would not die here, but they still cursed in "hometown dialect" and yelled and fell into the lake water under the cliff below the city.

The well-trained griffon knights immediately dispersed out.

But from the city wall in front of me, a group of black-clothed assassins holding battle bows stood up, and the griffins flying in the sky poured out a rain of arrows.

The Wildhammer dwarves are not afraid of such attacks.

They have many ways to launch attacks from high altitudes and easily kill these snails who block the road, but the problem is that the dwarves are now carrying out the most troublesome protection mission.

These assassins on the other side don't need to defeat them at all.

The assassins only need to seize the opportunity to kill Anduin Lothar to take the victory and keep the bitterness of failure in the hearts of the dwarves.

"Storm Hammer! Volley!"

The leader of the Wild Hammer Dwarf Fistard, the leader of the team, took the silver-gray flying hammer with a square head from his waist, and with the impact of the griffon flying at high speed, he smashed the hammer in his hand towards the city wall.

The other griffin knights, like Fistard, also launched a bombing strike at the assassins on the city wall in the sky with small flying hammers.

These warhammers enchanted by the Wild Hammer Shaman will ignite dazzling lightning when they land, and can also release the elemental magic stored in the warhammer, allowing all enemies within the attack range to enter electric shock paralysis in a short period of time.

This is the main ranged attack method for griffin knights, and it is extremely powerful.

With just two rounds of volleys, half of the assassins appeared on the entire city wall were wiped out, and the rest were left behind the war bow and crossbow and turned around and escaped. But it didn't matter, they had achieved their goals.

The griffin Lothar and Varian were riding in was hit by the poisonous rain of arrows. At the end of his life, the loyal beast spread his wings and glided hard, falling to the bottom of the wall of Lordaeron as if it was out of control.

The injured old marshal was thrown out in the air. He hugged Varian tightly in the air, trying hard to arouse his anger, wanting to complete a heroic jump and resolve the impact.

But Grom Hellscream's beheading axe just now was too domineering, which made the old man's anger go very uneasy now.

He could only hold the king of the Storm Kingdom, Varian, who regarded himself as an adopted son, and use his own body to protect this young man who is destined to have a bright future and may even become a hope for the future of human civilization.

"Buzz"

Lothar has become accustomed to trying his best to protect Varian after his friend Ryan Wrien's death, but he occasionally forgets that Varian Wrien is no longer the poor child who lost everything without any power.

He has already had his own strength.

As the warm holy light burned and echoed, a thick layer of sacred barriers blessed him and Lothar under the call of the king, causing the two to fall from mid-air to the ground without any harm.

"bass"

The old marshal's emperor's sword was lifted by Varian, and the golden fire of holy light was wrapped around the sword blade. After falling into this dark alley, the young king drew his sword and stood in front of Lothar without fear.

He felt the shadows shaking around him.

There are probably more than one assassin master in danger nearby!

"I won't allow them to hurt you, Marshal."

Varian held the Emperor's Sword Sdomka in both hands, looked around vigilantly, and lowered his arms behind him without looking back. He stood up with difficulty and said:

"You used to protect me, but today it's my turn to protect you."

Varian's voice was so calm that he didn't look like a seventeen-year-old young man who was sent to a desperate situation.

He seems to never despair, even at the moment when the enemy surrounds him.

The powerful magic steel sword of the Barbarian King in the hands of the little king has perfect energy conductivity. Whether it is the fire of the warrior's anger or the holy light of the paladin, it can produce the effect of "energy blade".

The long sword lingered in his hand with a jumping golden light blade, illuminating the shadows around him a lot.

"No, kid."

Losa shook his head, and the old marshal placed his still moving right hand on Varian's shoulder, in the strange shadows surrounding him, he said:

"I'm not old enough to need protection from a young man a half. Listen to me, they came for my life today, and you see it, Varian.

This is no longer an ordinary political matter.

Orcs, black dragons, assassin alliances and elves are all involved. This may have been caused by me, but at this point, it is no longer under our control.

You must leave immediately!

Not only do you have to leave Lordaeron, but also leave the northern border and return to the Storm Kingdom. Perhaps a storm is about to come, and you must fulfill your sacred oath.

I don't need you to choose between your people and me, Varian.

You have to choose them!"

"Listen to the Marshal, the young king, he is right."

As Lotha finished speaking, a gloomy and magnetic sound rang out in the darkness around him.

It seems to be sarcastic.

But after listening carefully, I felt that this mysterious guy was just saying what he was thinking.

As Varian and Lothar watched, the surrounding shadow curtain rolled up a slight dark wind.

A group of people dressed in black appeared in the dark wind, with about thirty, most of them humans, and a few tall ones were probably elves, as well as short dwarfs and dwarves.

Watching them holding weapons, surrounded them silently, watching their walking movements in the darkness, and the cold aura they emit, you will know that these guys are real assassins.

It is a super assassin who gathers the absolute elites of two assassin factions and is strengthened by dragon blood. The bodies of each of them have been strengthened into the "critical" state.

You only need to summarize your own set of power systems to be promoted to the extraordinary legendary realm.

The two leaders appeared twenty yards in front of Lossa and Anduin. The first one was wearing a black dragon-scale armor, a dark battle helmet, and two daggers were inserted into their waists, one long and one short.

The one behind was a big bald man, wearing a black battle suit, and had strange patterns on his bald man, which looked full of religious rituals.

This weapon, which looked fierce and big bald, was two small snake-shaped daggers, which were extremely inconsistent with his body shape.

“Master Farad, Master Karlu Orilius.”

Lothar, surrounded by the faction elites of the two Assassin Masters, was not panicked.

He straightened his back, pulled out a dagger for self-defense from behind, raised his head and looked at the two masters in front of him, called them by their names, and said:

"During the most difficult period of Orc War, it was thanks to the two activities and efforts that the Orcs' Sword Saint and the Assassins of the Shadow Council were unable to cause more terrible damage to our commanders.

I still can't forget that when I first met two masters, you were performing a reverse osmosis mission, and you were covered in blood and lying exhausted in the marching tent.

That time you went thirty-seven people, resisted twice as many orc assassins as you were on your own, and only seven came back..."

“It’s six.”

Farad, wearing a battle helmet, said calmly:

"My cousin wailed all night after he came back, and the toxins of the blood-ringed orcs destroyed his eyes and kidneys. Before the sun rose, I had to give him a relief with my own hands."

"Sad."

Losa stopped, he said:

"What I want to say is that we have all survived such a difficult time, why do we have to face each other after everything goes well?

I don't think you will give me an answer that it's for remuneration.

Now it is this moment, maybe I will die in a while. I hope I can know the answer to this question I want to know before I die.

Is it for strength? Status?

Or for some kind of…faith?”

"No, it's not as complicated as you think, Marshal."

Farrard still called Lothar by the previous name of the war period. He even had an unconcealed respect and did not hide his own ideas, but said frankly:

"This has nothing to do with identity, status or strength, nor does it have to do with faith.

But when the meaning of our existence is about to be erased, when the career we strive for for a lifetime is about to collapse, and when we are about to lose the only value that exists in this world, we will fight back.

Those are the only things we have.

If others want to snatch them from us, how can we let them succeed?
To be continued...