"Wake up, wake up, Maxwell! Damn it, give him some treatment!"
Huh——shua——
"Marshal! Marshal! They are coming again!"
Maxwell woke up as if from a dream, and his dazed thoughts returned to his body again.
He no longer knew how long he had led the team to fight. He now had several broken arrows stuck in his body, the blood in some wounds had dried up, his armor was stained with blood, and his sharp sword was full of gaps.
"Cough--cough!" Maxwell coughed twice violently, and his body swayed a little. The soldiers around him quickly supported him.
"How many more of us are there?"
Maxwell's chest was heaving violently. The high-intensity battle not only left him bruised and exhausted, but also made him extremely mentally exhausted.
The other soldiers who were still alive guarding this level were in similar condition to Maxwell, and some were even worse.
"We still have about a hundred people, Marshal!"
One hundred people?
Maxwell bit the tip of his tongue lightly, letting the pain stimulate his numbed nerves again, "Let everyone who can still move come to me and gather here!"
After speaking, he pushed away the soldier who was supporting him, broke an arrow on his right shoulder, and threw it aside. "We must be fast, the enemy will not wait for us."
In front of Maxwell's eyes was a messy battlefield with corpses strewn across the field. The originally wide canyon was now blocked by large and small falling rocks, and the orc army was also hindered.
Due to the narrow terrain, the Blackstone Orcs attacked Maxwell's defense line while opening a path for the following army, and the time it took doubled.
And it was precisely because the Blackstone Orcs' troops were diverted that the defense line composed of hundreds of soldiers in Stormwind City was not penetrated in an instant.
Although there is still no sign of the arrival of the main force of Stormwind City, Maxwell still has not given up on holding on. The soldiers still use the fortifications of the level to tenaciously repel the attacks of the Blackstone Orcs time and time again.
However, it seems that there is not much time left for them.
After several battles, although the offensive of the Blackstone Orcs was blocked, Maxwell's people also paid a heavy price. Now there are only more than a hundred people left, and almost everyone alive is injured, which has reached the limit.
Moreover, when Maxwell was preparing to organize defense again, several loud dragon roars entered his eardrums. The marshal's expression changed and he shouted at his soldiers, "Take cover, quickly!"
The soldiers were stunned for only a moment, because they did not see the enemy's arrows and throwing weapons, and did not realize that they had to evade. But in this short moment of confusion, several scorching dragon's breaths fell from the sky. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were stunned. A soldier becomes a flaming torch.
For a moment, screams and wails spread everywhere, and the comrades around the soldiers who were ignited by the dragon's breath immediately prepared to help them put out the fire, but how could the magical flames be extinguished so easily.
After some struggles and saves, several soldiers who did not seek cover became the targets of the Blackstone Orc Dragoons.
The soldiers hiding behind the bunkers picked up hand crossbows and short muskets and shot at the colorful baby dragons in the sky, but the bustling arrows and projectiles could not threaten the high-altitude dragoons at all.
Maxwell saw that the orcs were about to rush under the checkpoint, but the soldiers under his command were suppressed by the dragon's breath and could not lift their heads. In desperation, he stepped on the bulge on the edge of the high wall, and powerful strength burst out from his body, making him suddenly Jump up.
A black stone orc who was driving a young dragon did not notice that someone behind him dared to jump out of the bunker. Maxwell's sword stabbed through his body, and then Maxwell grabbed the reins of the young dragon and kicked the orc. Kicked from the young dragon.
The Blackstone Orc took Maxwell's sword and fell off the saddle. Although the safety rope tied to the young dragon prevented him from falling, Maxwell's sword hit the vital point firmly.
Pulling out his dagger, he cut off the safety rope of the Blackstone Dragoon with one strike. Watching the dying orc fall from the sky, Maxwell breathed a sigh of relief.
But Maxwell didn't just want to kill a dragoon. The marshal, who was also injured, gritted his teeth and grabbed the reins of the colorful young dragon. These experimental products used for combat may not be completely controllable. Their eyes were covered by eye patches, and they were completely Rely on the rider in the saddle for guidance.
The young dragon also sensed the battle on its back. It instinctively turned over in the air, trying to throw down the enemy who jumped on the dragon's back.
But its movement was a little slower. Maxwell had already kicked the dragoon down and fixed himself on the saddle. The baby dragon's somersault had no effect.
At this time, Maxwell had already tightened his grip on the reins. He had never ridden a young dragon before, so he could only use his experience of riding a gryphon to control the colorful dragon under his seat. As a result, the flight trajectory of the young dragon became erratic, and soon He bumped into the dragoon on the other side.
The orc held the hatchet and wanted to chop off Maxwell's head, but Maxwell's reaction was faster. He ducked and dodged dangerously. When he got up, he used the dagger to slash the black stone from bottom to top. The dragoons disembowelled him.
The young dragon under the black stone dragoon was also hit. In addition, under Maxwell's random control, the colorful young dragon under his seat sprayed out a breath of dragon's breath, hitting one of the wings of the enemy's mount. The dragoon and him The mounts immediately fell from the sky together.
The chaos created by Maxwell in the air bought valuable space for the soldiers below. They looked at the bodies of their tragically killed comrades and felt sad, and their sadness instantly turned into anger at this moment.
The Blackstone orcs who climbed up the high wall to compete with the humans for ownership of the high wall were fiercely attacked by Stormwind soldiers as soon as they showed up. They were beaten to the point where they had no foothold.
However, the orcs are not vegetarians. After being caught off guard in the first attack, they also launched a bloody and violent counterattack. The entire high wall turned into a cruel meat grinder. Every second there were orcs and Humanity falls.
However, the number of orcs was countless times that of the defenders. Soon, the defenders of the checkpoint began to be stretched thin, and many gaps in the defense appeared.
Maxwell had just dealt with a few baby dragons in the air. When he noticed the situation below, he immediately realized that if something was not done, the city wall would soon be lost!
Relying on the temporary driving skills he had just learned, Maxwell turned the dragon's head, and a dragon's breath came down towards the place where the orcs were densely packed. The blazing flames finally made the orcs themselves taste the pain, and they fell from the city wall screaming.
And because the formation of the orcs was very dense, some unlucky ones were affected by those burning guys, and soon there were a lot of burning orcs bumping or falling on the city wall like headless flies.
Maxwell's "air support" finally relieved the pressure on the defenders, and they began to drive the orcs off the city wall in one go.
The colorful baby dragons are also unscrupulous in the sky at this moment. The orcs don't like to carry long-range weapons. After throwing axes and spears to this height, there is no threat to the tough scales of the colorful baby dragons.
However, it was impossible for Maxwell to cover his men in the sky all the time. Soon this young dragon with abnormal behavior attracted the attention of the Blackstone Orcs.
"Washgarth! Kill that colorful young dragon that was taken away, and don't let it continue to attack our soldiers!"
Shadow hunter Washgas heard Warchief Red's call, jumped up, and came to the top of a boulder. He drew his longbow, and dark magic surged on the arrow.
Even if an ordinary arrow hits a vital point, it may not make the tenacious colorful young dragon lose the ability to fly instantly, but Washgarth has attached dark and evil voodoo to his arrow, and any life will be poisoned by it. Devour.
Accompanied by the soft sound of the bowstring being stretched, an arrow with a black-purple tail flame shot through the air and accurately hit the young dragon's flank.
The evil voodoo magic immediately devoured the life of the young dragon. The severe pain and fatigue made the colorful young dragon no longer able to flap its wings vigorously. After struggling in the air, the colorful young dragon took Maxwell from the height. Falling rapidly in the air.
Maxwell rolled off the young dragon's body heavily, and there was severe pain all over his body that made him almost faint. Maxwell tried to move his limbs, but found that they did not obey his orders at all.
He didn't die immediately, but his severe injuries made it impossible for him to stand up again. He lay among a pile of corpses, and could only watch helplessly as the Stormwind soldiers who lost their air cover were slaughtered by the Blackstone orcs.
"No……"
Maxwell closed his eyes in pain. This was simply the most severe punishment and torture for him. He even wished that he had died directly in the fall instead of lying half-dead now, watching the orcs slaughter him. soldiers.
The shouts of killing on the city wall became smaller and smaller. The orcs seemed to have gained an absolute advantage, and their horns and war drums seemed to be ringing in Maxwell's ears.
Just when the marshal was almost desperate, he suddenly felt the tremor of the earth and the slight but familiar sound of horse hooves.
"Huh-shua-"
Dozens of hundreds of fiery tracks streaked across the sky, and then, violent explosions and impacts occurred in the orc formation. Hundreds of orcs were killed in a single encounter.
Behind those fires were traces of gorgeous arcane magic. The mage troops in Stormwind City and Dalaran did not hesitate to use their magic power, and they released war-level spells one after another.
The Blackrock Orcs forward, lacking magic support, suffered heavy losses in an instant.
"Finally... here." Maxwell let out a long breath. His body softened, his head sank back, and he lost consciousness.
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"Wake up, wake up, Maxwell, old man! Can you hear me?!"
The familiar voice kept echoing in his ears. Maxwell slowly opened his eyes, and Bolvar's face appeared in front of him.
The Grand Duke was relieved when he saw Maxwell open his eyes, "Great, Maxwell, I thought Stormwind City was going to lose another great warrior."
"We...we held on?" Maxwell raised his head with difficulty and wanted to look around, but found that his body still couldn't use the strength.
"Hold it, hold it, don't move around. I just used the holy light to treat you, and you are still very weak." Bolvar said with certainty, "The Blackstone Orcs have been forced back to the Burning Plains by us. Thanks to You and your soldiers, the Blackstone Orcs failed to bring the flames of war to our territory! You can actually retreat. The worst we can do is redeploy our defenses at the entrance of the valley..."
As Maxwell and his troops defended the Redridge Mountains pass, the Blackstone orcs were forced to face the human mage troops and artillery in the narrow valley. Reid, who had been unable to conquer the pass, also realized that if he stayed in the valley any longer, Li only increased casualties, so he immediately evacuated with his troops.
Unfortunately, the falling rocks in the valley also hindered Stormwind's troops, and Bolvar ultimately did not choose to pursue them, but instead strengthened his defense at the level.
In fact, they don't need to continue the pursuit at all. At this point, the Blackrock Orcs' plan to attack Stormwind City has been ruined. It is simply impossible for them to cross the defense line of Redridge Mountain.
With the mage troops, the colorful dragonets no longer pose an excessive threat to ground troops, but they are only limited to defense. Stormwind troops lacking air superiority are still prone to being wiped out by the dragon's breath during offensive operations.
This is one of the reasons why Bolvar gave up the pursuit. The difficulty of resisting the Blackstone Orcs and annihilating them is completely different. Moreover, Arthas told him in advance to be careful not to push the Blackstone Orcs too hard, otherwise it is very likely to lead to An adult black dragon would have a devastating impact on the troops in the valley.
Of course, as long as the situation is not too urgent, considering the hidden dangers of Ragnaros, Nefarian will not easily send adult black dragons to fight on the front line. At most, they will be some young dragons and draconians, not even dragon beasts.
So now that the task assigned to Stormwind City by the Alliance has been basically completed, the Blackrock Orcs are now also facing a dilemma. If Bolvar does not predict, as long as the Alliance army on the other side of the Searing Canyon progresses smoothly, the Blackrock Orcs will soon have to Evacuate, then it's time for Stormwind City to beat up the drowned dog.
"Fortunately... we held on -" Maxwell stopped mid-sentence. After being silent for a while, he asked, "Those children... how many are still alive?"
Bolvar's face became a little heavy when he heard this question, but he did not hide anything from Maxwell, "They... including you, there are a total of thirty-five people who survived..."
"Thirty-five people..." Maxwell recited this number repeatedly, and in the end, it could only turn into an infinitely sad sigh.
There is never an immortal war, but the Alliance has to launch this war because this is not a battle that can be avoided. Waiting in ignorance will only hand over advantages and opportunities to others, which will only lead to a more tragic end. .
"May the Holy Light bless their souls." 1603378308
