Legend of Warcraft

Chapter 314 Attack on Stratholme (2)

Andy knew it was wrong, but there was nothing he could do about it. Mograine's trust in Dathrohan was beyond imagination, and it was by no means comparable to himself who had just known him for more than a month.

Fording is no exception. He originally only belonged to the Silver Hand, and he was convicted at the beginning. Even though some people thought he should be acquitted, but racial justice is here, even Uther can only Cut off the power of the light from him personally, and then exile him.

Mograine hated orcs the most, and Fording actually helped an orc, and took the orc to rob the execution ground for the sake of that orc, so that his best friend, the old general Abydis, died. It must be counted on Fording's head, even though the real situation is not what he thought.

At this time, all the persuasion was pale and powerless, especially the persuasion from two little people who did not hold any weight in his heart.Mograine's decision cannot be changed. The path he chose is his own, and he is destined to go on it.

A day later, Mograine drove out of Hearthglen with a third of the warriors in Hearthglen, and headed towards Stratholme.The large Ashbringer was carried on his back, shining coldly in the sun.

The plan was basically made by Dathrohan himself, including the entourage, how many soldiers to bring, the marching route, and so on.Because of Mograine's trust, his plan was quickly confirmed after being glanced at by Mograine, and the rest was just time and fighting desperately.

Most of the entourage included Mograine's eldest son, Renault, and most of the middle and senior officers. Although Mograine was a little surprised, only Dathrohan knew about Stratholme's recent situation, so he didn't ask too much.

Of course, Andy and Fording were not among them. Even if the troops of Silver Hand and Mograine were mixed together, these officers never regarded them as their own, especially after seeing the more than 200 adventurers, The disdain in his eyes was even more unscrupulous.In their eyes, adventurers are synonymous with mob.

"The situation is not right. Mograine is a little careless. At least one or two more inquiries are needed to make a decision." Andy said with a frown.

"Dathrohan is his confidant, it is normal to trust him unconditionally, we can't influence his decision at all." Fording sighed, "It's just that there is something wrong with the battle plan, they only brought more than 3000 people , is Dathrohan so confident?"

Andy sighed, there was nothing he could do, Mograine couldn't listen to his opinion, Stratholme was slaughtered by Alsace back then, and Rivendell would definitely integrate those undead.

"What should I do?" Andy looked at Fording, hoping that the paladin could have a suggestion.

"What else can I do? I don't want to wait here, so I'll go and have a look. If something happens, I can help." Fording stood up and said, sitting and waiting for news is not his style.

"Then who is this place for?" Andy asked, "Fairbanks was taken away by Mograine, who can lead those troops here?"

"Let's take the members of the Silver Hand, just to get used to it. Those soldiers will not be taken, and the command will not work!" Fording said, "Leave those soldiers to Abidis, she is the general , should be able to command those people.”

Having made a decision, the two immediately went to implement it, rushed out of Hearthglen with the Silver Hand, followed Mograine's route, and rushed all the way to Stratholme.

Mograine led his men to fight all the way to the gate of Stratholme. His soldiers crushed the scattered bits and pieces on the road ruthlessly. These people who escaped from Lordaeron hated the undead.

"My lord, should we attack directly or..." Fairbanks approached and asked.

"Dathrohan, you are familiar with the situation here, what do you say?" Mograine looked at Dathrohan.

"There aren't many undead inside, just kill them in." Dathrohan said, taking advantage of Mograine's inattention and showing a sneer.

Mograine nodded, and issued an order for the soldiers to line up and enter Stratholme, but he also warned the soldiers not to charge too fast or too violently.

Mograine walked among the soldiers of the front team, looking at the city gate that was getting closer and closer. The two door panels had already rotted into a pile of rotten sawdust. It is still shocking to see.

Mograine could already see the undead wandering aimlessly in the city, and the number was indeed as Dathrohan said, not that many.

"Dathrohan, let the soldiers attack and kill those bastards!" Mograine pointed to the scattered undead.At this time, he suddenly thought of Alsace's massacre of the city, but at that time Alsace massacred the civilians in the city, while he killed the undead in the city.

Dathrohan nodded and ordered the soldiers in the front row to part out to attack the undead.The rest walked straight into the city, and whenever they encountered a wave of undead, Dathrohan would divide his troops to fight against it.

The number of people around Mograine was getting smaller and smaller. He already brought more than 3000 people, and after such a division, there were not many left.

Mutations always happened inadvertently, and just when Mograine thought everything was going well, a small group of soldiers farthest away from them was the first to let out a miserable cry.

"What's going on!" Mograine turned his head instantly, and then he saw a scene of horror.

A three-meter-tall abomination, flung all over his body with white fat, and some green liquid kept oozing out from those seemingly stitched openings, which made people feel disgusted.

Hate swung the iron chain in his hand, and only swiped left and right a few times, most of the small group of soldiers flew out, and the rest stared blankly at the monster.

"Rescue, hurry up!" Mograine and his men wanted to turn around to rescue them, but suddenly a group of ghouls rushed out in a dark alley beside them, blocking their way.

All the soldiers in the separated squad began to scream, and each sound hit Mograine's heart heavily.These soldiers are his wealth and cannot be consumed at all.

"Dathrohan, what's going on?" Mograine shouted, but looking back, there was Dathrohan's figure, "Dathrohan, Dathrohan, where are you!"

Mograine was anxious, where did Dathrohan go?Just as he was looking around anxiously, Dathrohan appeared among the group of ghouls. The strange thing was that he didn't suffer any attack at all.

"What's going on?" Mograine frowned.

"Speaking of which, I would like to thank you for your trust, otherwise it would be really difficult for me to trick you into Stratholme!" Dathrohan smiled slyly.

"Retreat, retreat!" Mograine immediately came to his senses, the bastard Dathrohan had surrendered to the enemy.

"You can't run, since you stepped into Stratholme, there is no way out!" Dathrohan said, and with a wave of his hand, those ghouls rushed forward eagerly.

Mograine's soldiers were not afraid of death, and it was when their lord was threatened with his life.The ghouls rushed forward frantically, while the soldiers fought back frantically.The soldiers fell layer by layer, greatly stimulating Mograine, who suddenly shouted, and the Ashbringer in his hand shot!
A circle of flame-like blade light passed across the group of ghouls, sweeping them away in an instant.At this time, an abomination had already finished off the ordinary soldier in his hand, and strode towards Mograine with great strides. The iron chain in his hand was like a straight iron rod, smashing down towards Mograine.

(End of this chapter)