When the Orcs broke through the gate, the war entered its true climax. The battle between the two sides had completely turned into a white-hot struggle.
The Stormwind soldiers, armed with longswords and shields, slaughtered the Orcs appearing in their line of sight under the command of their respective squad leaders in Stormwind City, but they were largely overwhelmed by the Orc army, which was like a green tide.
If the small-scale battles before could barely maintain a casualty ratio of 1:1 by relying on superior equipment and numbers, the casualty ratio had already reached 1:3 now. Killing one Orc required the sacrifice of at least three warriors. Moreover, as personnel suffered heavy casualties, the Orc offensive became more and more concentrated, and the fragile defense line retreated again and again until it reached the port district.
Watching the warships gradually disappearing from view behind them, a look of relief appeared on Llane's face.
Was Llane afraid of death?
Undoubtedly, he was afraid. Very few people in this world are fearless of death, but he still made the choice before him. As for the reason? It was simple: because he was the King of the Kingdom of Stormwind!
"It's the end..."
Llane's faint sigh was heard by the guards near him. Many bodies trembled slightly, as they also knew what awaited them next.
"Gentlemen! I am proud of you! You are the defenders of the Kingdom of Stormwind! Your deeds will surely be remembered by posterity! Our families will set foot upon this land again! And when they do, they will drive these invaders back to their old nests, shouting our names!"
As Llane's voice grew louder, he drew the golden royal sword that had been hidden in its sheath and raised it above his head.
These green-skinned Orcs could destroy their nation and kill the citizens of this nation, but as long as someone was alive, the Kingdom of Stormwind would still exist! Ten years! Twenty years! Their descendants would surely reclaim this place, and Stormwind City would surely be rebuilt, and it would be more magnificent and brilliant than it is now!
"Stormwind City never falls!!"
Following Llane's roar, they launched their final charge toward the Orcs...
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What does it feel like to be opposed by the entire world?
Lancer had never experienced it before, but this time, he finally did.
As Llane led the army and charged into the green tide, Lancer knew his mission was over.
Lancer had previously considered whether to forcibly take the King away, but he ultimately gave up. This was not only because Lothar chose to support the King, but also because Lancer saw the King's firm will to achieve righteousness through sacrifice in his eyes. At a time like this, taking the King away would be meaningless and might even cause a 'hero' to completely fall into despair.
The power of will was this terrifying; even Lancer superior strength could not twist it.
Lancer originally came to this world only to gain his own 'welfare.' He had no obligation to participate in the battle between the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Orcs, but seeing those Stormwind soldiers fighting the Orcs selflessly, he couldn't help but want to stand with them, as if the hot blood within him was ignited at that moment.
'I merely wanted to survive, yet I always react strangely in places like this. Am I really an idiot?'
He forced back the Orc in front of him with a spear thrust, then kicked the sneak attacker behind him away, sighing inwardly with a strange emotion.
If Li Shuwen were to hear his sigh, he would probably tell him it was the 'instinct of a martial artist.' If Cú Chulainn heard it, he would probably tell him it was the 'hot blood of a warrior.' But how would Scáthach answer him? Most likely, she would tell him it was the 'destiny of a Lancer.' A true Lancer would never do boring thrusting exercises in a small room but would wield his long spear and fight fiercely on the battlefield, because only the blood of the enemy could make the long spear in their hands sharper.
Just as Lancer was calculating how much time he had left to withdraw, a familiar 'roar' came from behind him.
"Boom!!!"
The ground beneath his feet was violently smashed, and Lancer, who leaped into the air, saw a warhammer burning with flames and the golden longsword stuck in the wild Orc's waist.
'Has King Llane fallen...'
Although he was not a citizen of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and he had only met the King a few times, the thought of the King of Stormwind sacrificing himself for his country made Lancer heart swell with sadness and —————— anger.
A blood-red aura spread from his body toward the surroundings without any concealment.
Originally, his 'Blood Aura' could only be applied to his long spear, but driven by his anger at this moment, it began to diffuse outward, centering on Lancer.
The 'Heroic Template' was the externalization and physical manifestation of legend using the unique abilities of the Moon World (Nasuverse). Everything would leave him once he left that world, but since they could be externalized, it meant there was a possibility of re-manifestation, and Lancer had unknowingly embarked on this path.
"Orc! I will kill you here today!"
There was no hatred in Lancer voice, nor did it contain any emotion, as if he were stating a simple fact...
Although he didn't understand Lancer words, Blackhand sensed the powerful aura and resolve emanating from Lancer, and an image of his own 'death' flashed in his mind.
But would he back down?
No! An Orc would never fear a challenge!!
"Come on! Human! Today, I will smash your skull and wash away my shame!!"
Neither of them understood the other's language, but there was no doubt that their intentions had been conveyed to the other party.
"Trial!!"
The last time he used this ability, he was instantly killed by Vlad III using his Noble Phantasm. However, that was due to the enemy's uniqueness. He had completely lost the ability to resist due to the spikes suddenly appearing inside his body because he didn't know the opponent's ability. But this time, he should be able to fight to his heart's content, right?
His muscles bulged, his eyes under the armor were bloodshot, and the veins on his left hand gripping the long spear were throbbing. Lancer was still slightly disappointed.
'If my right arm were still normal, my strength would be even greater now, wouldn't it?'
But this was merely a fleeting thought in his mind. He focused his gaze primarily on Blackhand in front of him. This Orc, whose right arm seemed to be burning, was not an opponent that could be dealt with half-heartedly. Furthermore, due to the approaching 'time limit,' he had no more concerns and decided to go all out. After all, once the time came, he could leave immediately, and this meant that the battle between the two was about to reach its conclusion.