The situation deteriorated too quickly, and no matter how hard Anduin Lothar tried, he was unable to restore the overwhelming momentum.
"Your Majesty the Regent, the orc warlock troops have set up an air defense network. The air knights can no longer conduct in-depth reconnaissance. The enemy is not far from a large-scale attack." Evel Youngden, who is in charge of intelligence work, told Anduin Lor. Sa report.
"You can call me Duke, Sir, or Sir. There is only one king in the Kingdom of Stormwind. It used to be Lion, but now it's Varian." Anduin Lothar corrected his subordinates.
"Yes, Sir Sir." The head of MI7 responded with a smile.
"How is the resettlement and transfer work going?" Anduin Lothar pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly.
"More than 10,000 civilians have fled into the mountains, but some nobles are..." Evel Yangden hesitated to speak.
"To enrich the country, embezzle supplies, and exploit the fleeing people, tell me if you have any new tricks." Anduin Lothar smiled nonchalantly, "I will give you special authorization. There is no need to judge, and you can directly Execution.”
"I'm sorry, Sir, although MI7 also carries out assassination missions, at this time, using the law to maintain order is far more important than punishing a few worms." Evel Yangden advised.
"In addition to the law, the army is also responsible for maintaining order. I am defending my country and my loved ones are oppressed by the country. Who is willing to fight for Stormwind City? Execute my order." Anduin Lothar signed a special order, adding After sealing the letter, he threw it to Evel Youngden.
The docks in Stormwind City are too small. Although Ryan has long planned to expand the docks and dredge the lanes, they have not been implemented due to the huge cost. The size of the royal fleet is also too small. More than twenty ships can transport How many people are leaving? The noble's private trading fleet is trying its best to transfer the family property. If I order the seizure of the ship now, there will be endless troubles. I really don't have the energy to get involved in the aristocratic wrangling now. It was better to tolerate them for a while longer, Anduin Lothar set an ultimatum in his heart.
Although the orc army is at its peak, Anduin Lothar is still confident that he can rely on Stormwind City's superior location to defend it for a month.
In a simple and secret cell, Orgrim watched the interrogation of the mixed-race Garona.
Because Ner'zhul, the mentor of all orc shamans, was seduced by Kil'jaeden and fell, the orcs believed the lie of the great sage Ner'zhul about the draenei's attempt to destroy all orc clans. Different orc clans first They united to form the Horde and took the lead in launching a war against the Draenei. After the defeat of Shattrath, there were many half-Draenei and half-orc hybrids born due to the atrocities of the orcs, but not so many survived. Among them, the one who satisfied Gul'dan the most was Garona. Garona grew up with dark magic, was tortured by magic, and was enslaved by magic. Gul'dan controlled her soul to ensure her absolute obedience. She is not an orc. To Gul'dan, she is just a weapon and a tool. The warlock serving Orgrim used the magical mark left by Gul'dan on Garona to find and capture the half-orc female thief. The double torture of punishment and magic destroyed Garona's will. After persisting for forty-eight hours, Garona, unable to bear it, betrayed her master Gul'dan and gave information about the Shadow Council, a secret organization led by Gul'dan, to Orgrim, the new warchief of the tribe.
"Give her food and water, and keep a close eye on her." Orgrim ordered his subordinates to keep the secret secret.
Excitement and excitement filled Orgrim's heart. Gul'dan's unexpected coma gave the new chief the opportunity to take control of this tribal army. Obtaining the exact information of the Shadow Council allowed Orgrim to see the end of Gul'dan. Behind the scenes is the hope of brutal rule over the orcs.
The top priority is to destroy Stormwind City and completely defeat the enemy in front of them. Only in this way will Orgrimmar have enough reputation to command the Horde to act as they wish. Only in this way, after wiping out the members of the Shadow Council who passed through the Dark Portal, could Orgrim have enough prestige to persuade the patriarchs of other clans to join in the crusade against the remnants of the Shadow Council in his hometown of Draenor.
The suppression force had set off secretly. In order to distract the Shadow Council, Orgrim also issued an order to launch a general attack on Stormwind City.
The stones fired by the trebuchet draw a graceful arc and cross the city wall or hit the city wall. Human soldiers attempted to launch a counterattack to destroy the Horde's siege machinery. However, under the stranglehold of the orc wolf cavalry, the Iron Horse Brotherhood only destroyed twelve trebuchets at the cost of nearly two hundred lives. The same trebuchet tribe also possesses more than fifty.
"Sir Lothar, we can't hold on anymore. There are too many orcs to destroy those green-skinned trebuchets. We can only sit back and wait for death." The general cried to Anduin Lothar.
"Persist, set up a second line of defense, a third line of defense, and a fourth line of defense in the trade area and the old city, and be prepared for street fighting. His Majesty Magni Bronzebeard of the Dwarf Kingdom has agreed to send a fleet to evacuate the people. What we need to do is to stop the enemy with all our strength, understand?" Anduin Lothar said the only good news among a lot of bad news, hoping to boost morale.
The people of Stormwind tried their best, but unfortunately, the thick city wall was eventually reduced to ruins after two days and two nights of continuous bombing.
"Sir Lothar, although this request is a bit excessive, I need you to allocate a ship to me. There are too many holy objects in the Holy Light Cathedral that cannot be left to the orcs to desecrate. Some extremely talented children also need to be transferred. They They are all hopes for the future. I can just leave my old bones here." The archbishop shamefully made a request to Anduin Lothar.
"You will get a ship, His Majesty the Archbishop." Anduin Lothar promised cautiously, because he believed that one day he would come back, and he must preserve hope for the future.
The brutal street fighting destroyed the will of the soldiers. Everyone believed that Stormwind City had been defeated. The only thing that supported the soldiers' faith in fighting was the figure of the kingdom's lion Anduin Lothar and the Great Royal Sword in his hand. As long as Anduin Lothar hasn't given up, we still have hope. This is the simplest concept of the people of Stormwind City.
"Distribute all the food in the granary to the civilians and let them take refuge in the mountains." Anduin Lothar said tiredly. At this point in the war, Anduin Lothar no longer needs to handle more government affairs. Now his task is to lead the elites of the Iron Horse Brotherhood to appear at every dangerous point, taking advantage of the familiar terrain as much as possible. Delay time. At least until the fleet Magni had promised arrived.
However, things never go as you wish. The orcs gave up their looting and started setting fire to the city. The situation suddenly became critical.
"Sir, we must retreat. If we don't leave, the dock will be occupied by the orcs!" The subordinates anxiously reported the battle situation to Anduin Lothar, and even rudely grabbed the Grand Duke's sleeve.
"There are so many people who are willing to evacuate, how can I leave!" Anduin Lothar's eyes were red, and he didn't know whether it was from the smoke or from exhaustion.
"Your Excellency, think of Prince Varian, think of His Majesty Ryan! As long as you are alive, the Kingdom of Stormwind will not perish!" The subordinate drew his sword and put it on his neck.
"Prepare to retreat. I need someone to volunteer to stay at Storm Fortress." Anduin Lothar issued the most painful order in his life.
Opportunity for all service members to take a step forward.
"Those under forty go out."
"The only son in the family is going out."
"Go out if you're not married yet."
"There are children who need to be taken care of."
Even with Anduin Lothar's order, only half of the people present left.
"I ask you to tell the Holy Light Mage that you have not deceived your own heart, otherwise I will not leave." Anduin Lothar glanced at the people who stayed with his sharp eyes, and half of them left.
"Stop arguing, let me, an old man, stay." The Archbishop of the Holy Light Cathedral smiled calmly.
"Please hold on until sunset. If there is an afterlife, we will still be brothers." Anduin Lothar turned around and left after saying that. He was afraid that he would not be able to help but stay.
"If there is an afterlife, we will still be brothers." The martyrs suddenly found that death could no longer scare them.
When the sky was getting dark, Anduin Lothar took the young prince Varian Wrynn and boarded the last ship to leave Stormwind City.
Under the embers of the setting sun, a dazzling white holy light suddenly burst out from the location of Stormwind Fortress, and then quickly extinguished, leaving only burning fireworks in the entire Stormwind City.
Stormwind City was finally submerged by the tide of darkness. The young Varian grabbed Anduin Lothar's hand and felt at a loss.
