There is something to say.
Men don't care about loyalty, loyalty just means that they are not tempted enough.
There is no such thing as betrayal in a woman, betrayal is just that the price given is too high.
Baron Rivendell's insistence on Kaolin Crossing is also not because of any great golden spirit, let alone because he wants to play a hymn to mankind, it is just a choice of interests.
The Cursed Sect seizes every opportunity to coerce and lure him. If the frontline commander can act as a second-tier boy, then the human defense line will be vulnerable.
Unfortunately, the Scourge did not give enough, and Baron Rivendell ignored the temptation and retained his loyalty.
So when Alsace arrived at the front line, as far as he could see, the Invincible under his crotch let out a disdainful hiss.
Don't worry about how a skeletal war horse screamed. His Royal Highness is just dissatisfied anyway.
Although the Lich King controlled Arthas's soul, His Highness the Prince was still a spiritually independent individual at this time.
Moreover, although Arthas had accepted the power of blood, shadow and frost at this time, he was still alive.
In addition to being absolutely loyal to the Lich King, His Royal Highness is still the young man in his twenties.
Loyalty is not absolute, which means absolute disloyalty.
If the ability is not outstanding, it is equivalent to being useless.
After finishing his work on the ziggurat, he once again reached the front. Although Arthas had not mastered the "just this" secret skill, he still despaired of the commanding art of the Scourge Legion.
An army of more than 100,000 people attacked for several days, but they couldn't even take the Kaolin intersection. What's the use of these wastes?
At Kel'Thuzad's instigation, Arthas took the initiative to contact Ner'zhul.
As a result, the Lich King felt Arthas' dissatisfaction with the Scourge.
Okay, that's loyal.
So the Lich King Ner'zhul granted Arthas greater authority, or in other words, granted Frostmourne greater authority.
At this point, the energy provided by all the previously built ziggurats can be used by Frostmourne.
Arthas finally gained power beyond mortals.
He no longer expected the Curse Sect to corrupt the human resistance forces, and no longer struggled with the natural disaster army's ordinary tactical command.
There is nothing that a full-scale assault cannot solve.
If so, twice.
In several days of war, humans discovered the disadvantages of the low-level soldiers of the Scourge.
The Laughing Ghoul of Rivendell is reckless, the Skeleton Soldiers are unintelligent, the Stitches are bloated, the Death Knights are few and far between, the only noteworthy Corpse Drop Truck can't shoot as far as the artillery, and the Scourge are not heroes.
As a result, Arthas looked at the Cowling defense line that had been dug to pieces by the Stratholme people digging for survival, and he had a rare suspicion that he was being too harsh on the Scourge.
There are twenty-seven trenches and eleven layers of fences. There are mines in the trenches and soldiers behind the fences. It is really difficult to fight.
The Scourge Legion had filled three trenches with bones and flesh, and breached two layers of fences. Their huge numerical advantage crushed the resistance of Stratholme soldiers and civilians, and consumed a large amount of supplies in Cowling Town.
If the attack continues step by step, human beings' fighting enthusiasm and will to resist will soon dissipate.
These are all foreseeable endings.
But Alsace didn't want to wait, or couldn't wait.
He had no time to waste.
So, His Royal Highness dismounted from his horse and stood sideways to calm Frostmourne. After a long period of accumulation, the torrent of souls spurted out. The majestic magic power destroyed the fortifications built by the Stratholme people at Kaolin Crossing like a landslide and tsunami. The soil mixed with flesh and blood plowed a deep scar on the earth like debris carried by an avalanche.
The road to charge had appeared. Arthas no longer paid attention to how shocking his actions just now were. The army of the undead swarmed up from behind him.
Rivendell knew that he was finished.
A massacre is about to take place.
After nearly a month of preparation time, Stratholme City's defense line, which had been built with all manpower and material resources, was reduced to nothing under the shocking sword of His Royal Highness Prince Alsace. The morale that had originally relied on the solid defense line completely collapsed, and even the supervising team could not stop the large-scale escape. 163TXT
"Don't worry about the deserters, gather all the troops you can still command and plug the gap!"
It's not that Baron Rivendell doesn't want to escape, but he knows that if he runs, he will definitely not be able to outrun the sleepless Scourge.
Although Alsace plowed the ground with his sword and tore a gap in the defense line outside Kaolin Town, such an earth-shattering move was definitely not easy to use, and there was a high probability that it would not be used a second time in a short time.
So if we call in the troops to block it, we might be able to save it.
No matter what happens, if you delay the offensive of the Scourge Legion, you will have a chance to escape, right?
Stratholme had put all his efforts into building a defense line. If he ran away without fighting, he would be killed when he returned. He had to do something before running away.
The reason why His Excellency the Baron, who did not die for his compatriots at all, became calm at all times is debatable, but at the moment when panic and chaos are spreading, the worst order is better than no order at all.
So, the brutal fighting began.
The wide trench, one person deep, is expected to have thick log fences that will indeed hinder the advance speed of the ghouls and skeleton soldiers, but they will not be able to withstand the brute force of the hate.
Arthas came, and he came with a large number of spellcasters and death knights.
In the face of the absolute power gap, the different bravery of Stratholme soldiers became a trick to please the lich and the necromancer.
The death cloud spell covered the human artillery positions, and the poisonous cloud of plague not only corrupted the bodies of the martyrs, but also corroded their minds.
The cursed cultists lurking among the crowd are making trouble, fear is destroying reason, and despair is spreading.
Stratholme Cathedral, which serves as the training base for the Silver Hand, sent most of its paladins to help Rivendell set up defenses in Cowling.
But the Paladin's aura of concentration and piety cannot envelope everyone.
The cowardly one escapes, the brave one dies generously.
The war situation is one-sided, and mankind has no way to save the day.
"That's enough, you don't deserve to die here."
“We are fearless in dedication and sacrifice.”
"If you die here, who will defend Stratholme? Retreat. This is my order."
"As ordered..."
After Baron Rivendell struggled to persuade the Paladins who were about to commit martyrdom, he looked at the collapsing town of Cowling and felt that he had done enough and should be able to handle the task.
So, while he issued an order to hold on to the front line, he also issued an order for all members of the headquarters to retreat.
With these powerful children of Stratholme City endorsing him, who can accuse him of incompetence in fighting.
Although His Excellency the Baron does not think that this collapse is his own problem, people have to leave a way out.
Let's leave the Scourge Legion to the great King of Knights, and just hold on to Stratholme City.
With this idea in mind, Baron Rivendell prepared to put on a full show.
With absolute confidence in his beloved horse, Rivendell and his followers held high the banner of the alliance until the end.
With the roaring and explosions one after another, it was proved that the dead soldiers successfully sneaked into the lost front line and ignited the explosives buried in the last three trenches.
Baron Rivendell didn't know whether this action accidentally injured the soldiers who were still holding on, but he knew that it effectively blocked the Scourge's attack.
I feel safe enough to leave.
"Bring the horses here, everyone is ready..."
Turning his head, Baron Rivendell realized something was wrong before he even finished his sentence.
His followers all stood there swaying gracefully.
A strange man dressed in black stood aside with a smile.
"I send my greetings to you on behalf of His Highness Alsace."
Rivendell sighed, drew his sword and charged forward.
