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Rapidsburg

"Fire!" Tatsel made a loud call, and his voice was immediately submerged by the firing of a shell. The defenders of the Fort Rapids in Fadir Bay were completely unprepared. The rain-like artillery fire hit the busy humans, and the red armor on their bodies just reflected their blood.

The raid was so smooth that the defense on the coast had collapsed. Tatsel ordered: "Everyone attacks, occupy that beach, and prepare to attack the Rapids."

Going northward, crossing a large area of ​​advanced fronts, Nathanos Desert is studying the battle situation on the front line. He can see the black outline of the Soladin wall, with the long wall covered with cracks from the invasion of the undead natural disaster during the Lich King period. Now the elite troops of the Forgotten are fighting here, and they should have taken down this line of defense long ago.

"Count the time, Tatsel should take Fadir Bay."

"It should be like this," Belmont replied for the first time. "It's just that I'm worried that we won't be able to meet with her troops on time."

"The plan has been omitted. The enemy's resistance has exceeded our expectations." Nathanos stared at the leader of the Black Blade, "Go and find out who the commander of the Rapids Fort on the Soladin wall is."

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The city wall in front has been worn out very seriously. At this moment, it suddenly started to rain heavily, pouring out both sides of the offense and defense. It made human defense less capable, but also increased the difficulty of the enemy's attack. At least in a short period of time, it was difficult for the enemy's artillery fire and catapults to play a role.

Danas Thorbain was unsteady and rolled down the stairs like a barrel filled with strong liquor. The feeling of fatigue tests him and forced him to take a breath on the water.

But the soldiers' rapid footsteps did not give him a few more seconds to rest. "Sir, the emergency military situation in the rear, an enemy has occupied the Bay of Fadir and has begun to attack the Fort Rapids. His Majesty Garin wants you to go back and support immediately."

Danas blinked and couldn't help but be shocked. He began to think carefully about the news about the soldiers. Judging from the situation on the battlefield, the origin of the undead who came to offend was not simple. Their attack mode was different from the previous Scourge Corps. They knew better tactics and rely on them were also very advanced. Moreover, when launching a fierce attack here, a sea force raided from behind. Danas had a premonition that he had encountered an opponent this time.

"Tell Garing that the undead who occupied the Bay of Fadir is just a navy. It is not easy for them to break through the gates of Rapids Castle. It is raining heavily and the enemy's siege weapons are useless. Let him guard against the dead. When I repel the undead troops here, I will go back to support immediately."

His words seemed to inspire the soldier, and the other party left with trust. Thorbain stood up and let the rain drift on the city wall, so that the rain wet his angry face and his white-bearded jaw.

Who is it? Who is the leader of this undead army?

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"Master, the investigation is clear. The enemy's leader is Danas Thorbain!"

Nathanos punched the wooden table in the camp and muttered: "No wonder! I forgot that Turayan's adjutant had returned to Azeroth."

"It's raining heavily outside, and the master, artillery and catapults can no longer play a role. The siege cars and siege tanks will fall into mud. Will the attack be suspended?"

"That would be dangerous. Once the attack here stops, Danas will definitely return to the Fort Rapids, and then our navy will be attacked from both sides."

Nathanos shaves his cheeks with his knuckles, staring at the topographic map, thinking about something in his mind. Belmont feels that he is a little reluctant and a bit imperative.

"You go and prepare everyone and wait for the gate of Soladin's wall to be opened and launch a general attack immediately."

"Will the gate of Soladin's walls open?" Belmont looked at the Withering One in surprise.

"Go and do it now!" Nathanos scolded.

"Of course, lord. I'll go now," said Belmont.

After he was the only one left in the camp, the wither walked to the door of the tent, observed around for a while, and then confirmed that there was no one and continued, "Let's come out!"

As his voice fell, five short figures appeared behind him, kneeling on one knee.

Nathanos slowly turned around, lowered his head slightly, and said to them: "Although you are very different from the original plan at this time, sooner or later you will face greater challenges. I also want to see how your training has been achieved over the years. It is not in vain to answer me with practical actions that I pulled you out of the slums of Treasure Bay. Go and open the door of the Rapids Castle."

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Just like in a nightmare, Danas never expected why the city gate was suddenly opened, and the soldiers were defeated, running around like headless flies, completely ignoring the command of the leader.

When Thorbain rushed to the city gate control room, he found that all the rotating soldiers inside were dead, five died in close combat, and were cut by a dagger. The three people's heads were blown away by sniper rifles. The rotating captain fell in a pool of blood, and the terrified expression on his face told Danas that he had not even seen the murderer's face.

Damn, how did the enemy's assassin actually sneak into the heavily guarded Soladin wall? Danas didn't have time to think about these things. Once the city gate was broken, this war would mean he would lose.

"Guard, Guard!" Thorbain ran out like crazy and shouted loudly. His shouting in the rainy night had little effect, and he could only hope that more people could hear his voice.

"The whole army defends the enemy! For the Rapids Fort!"

The Forgotten launched a fierce attack. Danas stood on the city wall and watched the soldiers squeeze in the middle of the city gate, blocking the tide of death with their physical bodies. The rope hook grabbed the top of the wall, and in an instant, a Forgotten jumped onto the city wall. Danas raised his giant sword and rushed over to kill him.

Some enemies rushed to the top of the wall, but were also cut down at the last moment. The soldiers' weapons were already covered with blood, and the rain was washed away. The combat figures were blurred in rainy nights. Screams sometimes echoed in their ears, as if someone was being cut in half. Danas had been through many battles. He knew that under such circumstances, even if the defenders were brave, they would begin to feel fear. They had killed too many enemies, but every victory in a battle would increase their desire to survive. Under this desire, they would begin to become afraid of death and gradually lose their previous courage.
Chapter completed!