Stormwind God

"Draw a sword!" Marshal Regina Windsor's voice at this moment is still immature.

He didn't know why Duke would let him lead the 200-strong elite. I don't know why we should use this unit which almost occupied 90% of the assault force as the offensive force.

All he knows is that Duke, who has become his master, and Anduin Lothar, whom he admires most, have placed great trust in him.

This trust is heavy.

"I'll leave it to you," Lothar said.

"Soldiers who don't want to be Marshals are not good soldiers. Reggie, I'm optimistic about you, but you also need to prove yourself, now the opportunity comes." Duke patted his shoulder.

Originally, Windsor was grateful for the deadly battle for the deceased kingdom, and he was sure that he did not follow the wrong person. Duke, who seemed to be mysterious before, was really the great hero of the kingdom.

Now hearing the two trusting his words, Windsor's eyes were almost moist.

The appointed time was up, and the long sword held high in the morning light brought the sun's brightness, like an arc of flame.

[Enchanting Weapon-Tumu]!

This medium-level weapon enchant can permanently enchant a melee weapon, giving it a chance to stun the demon and cause additional damage to it.

To be honest, this is not an enchant weapon that a soldier can have at all. Even the chief swordsmen in various noble families may not have one.

But the rich and self-willed Du Kezheng found a master of enchantment, and performed the same [slaying demon] enchantment for the entire assault team of more than two hundred soldiers with the customary sword.

Windsor did not know how powerful this enchantment was, but the sacred breath that came from it made every soldier pleased.

The figure of Windsor stood proudly in the morning light, and the elite soldiers of the Storm Kingdom looked at him one by one, and in the course of the advance, they raised their long swords in unison, and in the glow of the glow, the cold light of the sword loomed and lingered When it first appeared, the sun spread quickly on the dark earth, driving away the darkness.

"charge!"

Keeping in mind Duke's instructions, Windsor did not use a rigorous army formation to advance, but instead used a more scattered skirmisher shock.

The front began to advance, unknowingly, the pace of each soldier was quietly accelerating, and the steps became larger. After just ten meters, almost every soldier was scrambling to run wildly.

"For Azeroth!"

"For Your Majesty Wrynn!"

"For my lover--"

The soldiers shouted a messy slogan, but they changed quietly during the charge. The eight soldiers holding the siege hammer used for breaking the door did not know when they had reached the forefront.

"Bangdang--" A three-person iron gate collapsed.

Karazhan is not a fortress, and there is no moat. Even the iron gates and wooden gates at the gates are more used as decorations.

The defense of the mage tower never depends on that foreign object. Perhaps they were able to successfully approach Karazhan's door because Sargeras ignored them.

With a bang, the door fell down.

The brave soldiers who carried torches killed them, and then, under the light of the fire and the torches inside the gate, they saw their enemy, Sartre!

A demon with ripped hooves, shaggy legs, goat-like horns, sharp razor-like claws, and a long lion's tail!

Sartre's origins go back to the War of the Ancients. Among the upper elves, a noble Kaldorei named Harvis was the most trusted and close advisor to Queen Azshara.

Harvey was one of the culprits in bringing the Legion to Azeroth, and with the battle of the ancient times, he brought more and more suffering to his race. But he was defeated in the encounter with the young Druid Malfurion Storm. Malfurion completely destroyed his sinful body.

However, Sargeras felt that Harvis had some useful value, so he was resurrected and became the first Sartre in the world.

As long as there is a strong enough demon curse and the caster's will is not strong enough, Sartre can easily turn other creatures into Sartre.

Although most of Sartre's body has become swollen, and most of them are more than two meters tall, Windersall can judge from these Sartre's only clothes, they are Sartre who was transformed by servants who once served Medivh. .

Windsor's eyes narrowed slightly, and only one word came out of his mouth: "Kill!"

Stormstrike's assault force is like a burning rocket that instantly breaks into the hordes of Sartres.

Into the distance of the fight, Windsor could even see the red flames flashing in the eyes of these demons with dark purple fur, what a confusion and madness!

The warriors of the Storm Kingdom are extremely brave. As the elites picked by Lothar himself, even when they face such an unknown opponent, they still cannot help but feel nervous. But when they saw the young figure rushing to the front of the team, they couldn't help it.

Windsor, who led the charge, did not know when they had become their banner.

The Sartres screamed, with a sharp and unpleasant roar, enough to make anyone with a weak mind tremble.

Windsor's sword is very stable. When it is two meters away from the first demon opponent, a wave-like flame visible to the naked eye bursts from the sword's blade, forming an almost air-blade sword wind in the air. The damage range of the entire sword has more than doubled.

The golden sword light is even more dazzling under the swaying fire light. It separates the dark void and brings out a halo-like brilliance, swiping across the first row of Sartre.

Strangely, a crackling sound erupted in the air.

The two-meter-high Sartre all turned one-meter high. Because they had all their upper bodies cut off. [Slaying Demons] The shock effect brought by them will completely lift off their disconnected upper body.

Not every warrior who engages with demons is as lucky as Windsor, but the sword enchanted by [Slayer] is often enough to stun the Sartres.

The first wave of human soldiers engaged in battle was unharmed.

There is drama!

In the face of these human soldiers armed to the teeth, these newborn Sartres are as weak as young chicks who have just broken their shells.

Even the less skilled warrior can kill these farmers and servants who become Sartre within three rounds.

"Kill all the demons!" Windsor had just shouted, and suddenly felt a shudder rushing over him, and that feeling made him goosebumps all over.

Turning his head, he saw a red-skinned demon riding on a flaming warhorse slowly appearing at the wide passageway.

Like the thunder of horses, even the air was squeaked to the fire, and the scattered Sartre ... everything was telling Windsor.

This guy is not easy to mess with!

The guy said suddenly: "Come on at midnight, let us destroy this crowd of black people together."