Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

boom!

boom!

The explosions of artillery shells gradually became sparse, and the siege weapons of both sides stopped attacking one after another.

"Varian!"

Arthas shouted, "Blackmoore is cornered!"

The relationship between Varian and Arthas over the years is like that between Llane and Lothar back then, or even closer.

He instantly understood what Arthas meant.

The hatred that the Menethil family holds for Blackmoore's treason and usurpation of the throne is irreconcilable.

Because of this humiliation, Arthas paid too much, and it was also because of a belief that made him strong.

"Formation!"

Varian drew out his Stormwind Royal Greatsword and held it in his hand: "Let's move forward as a whole! Lordaeron is ours!"

Woo!

Amid the inspiring sound of trumpets, the warriors of the Seventh Legion, clad in blue armor and holding golden lion-head shields and spears in their hands, formed neat square formations and slowly advanced towards the city wall!

Blackmoore, who had been supervising the battle on the top of the city wall, looked at the approaching enemy, snatched the longbow and quiver of the soldier defending the city beside him, drew the bow and shot an arrow downwards!

"Shoot! Keep shooting!"

The other soldiers immediately launched a counterattack, and for a moment the sound of arrows breaking through the air rang out from the top of the city wall!

"Hmph! Raise your shield!"

Arthas, who was following the army, gave orders and the soldiers continued to advance with their shields raised.

"Musketeers! Fight back!"

As Arthas spoke, dwarf musketeers stepped out from the gaps between the soldiers of the Seventh Legion. They aimed at the archers on the top of the city wall and fired a volley, then retreated to reload!

After marching for a while, they approached the largest collapsed part of the city wall, where Blackmore's soldiers were already guarding the gap!

"Charge! Warriors of Stormwind!"

Arthas rushed out with the power of Menethil, followed closely by the warriors of the Seventh Legion!

"Don't even think about it!"

Blackmore's diehard fan and his kingdom's marshal, Skarlock, was personally guarding the gap!

The blue phalanx and the black phalanx collided with each other and a fierce fight broke out immediately!

Bang!

After several rounds, the marshal with the Mediterranean hairstyle was killed by a hammer shot in the head by Arthas. He then took the lead in breaking through the enemy's phalanx and successfully entered the city with his soldiers!

Looking at the Storm Kingdom soldiers who kept rushing in from the gap in the city wall, Blackmore's eyes turned red, and his anger made red substantial energy condense in his body!

"Ah! Damn it! Lordaeron is mine!"

Blackmoore wielded a greatsword that was almost larger than he was, and charged at the nearest soldier of the Seventh Legion with superhuman strength!

The giant sword flashed as it was swung, and a formation of elite soldiers fell down one by one beside him like chopping melons and vegetables!

The king's heroic posture boosted the morale of the soldiers defending the city!

"For the King!"

"For Blackmoore!"

These soldiers all started out as Blackmore's subordinates and have been trained continuously. Blackmore is their pillar and belief.

Faced with the counterattack from the defenders, the soldiers of the Seventh Legion suffered heavy casualties!

This army has not experienced a series of major events, has not participated in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, has not slain the Zerg army, has not marched north to fight the Lich King, and has not gone to the Broken Shore. It has not yet become an invincible heroic force!

"Humph!"

Arthas, who had rushed over, snorted coldly again. Today he felt that his whole body was full of strength!

"Holy Light! Please give me strength!"

Arthas raised his warhammer high and prayed loudly!

boom!

A golden light fell from the sky and landed steadily on Arthas!

Arthas was delighted!

The holy light really favors him!

"Wake up! My warriors!"