My Frostmourne can't be so cute

He waved the short spear in his hand to inflict damage on the enemy, but Draka only realized that the weapon in his hand was too short.

The first row of the royal guards of Lordaeron stood with pikemen holding spears more than three meters away. The ends of the spears in their hands were propped on the ground, and the sharp points of the spears pointed diagonally forward.

Draka couldn't stop the forward movement of his body in time, he slammed into the sharp point of the gun, and then was penetrated through his chest without any suspense.

Although wearing armor that is relatively rare among trolls, the armor piece woven from rattan and animal skin is unable to stop the sharp spear.

A huge wound appeared on Draka's chest. Because of the impact, the muscles and bones near the wound were all torn.

"Wow!"

A huge howl erupted from Draka's mouth, but no matter how hard he was dying, he swung the short spear in his hand, he could not reach the royal guards of Lordaeron.

In desperation, before his consciousness fell into the darkness, Draka threw the short spear in his hand at the army of Lordaeron's Royal Guard.

Although he was dying, Draka's strength was still amazing; a royal guard of Lordaeron was caught off guard and was hit by the helmet with a short spear thrown by Draka. He didn't even have time to react. Fell to the ground.

Even if the spear can't pierce an iron helmet, the huge impact is not something the human body's fragile brain can withstand.

However, more of the Royal Guards of Lordaeron have gone into battle. The Royal Guards of Lordaeron, armed with two-handed swords or one-handed swords and shields, did not have time to grieve for the death of their robes. They rushed from the gap of the pikemen. Came out and strangled with the trolls.

Although Draka was dead, the trolls did not stop fighting because of their fierce nature.

Draka's blow before his death provided a good idea for the trolls. They threw their weapons one after another. At such a close distance, the throwing spears and hatchets caught the royal guards of Lordaeron off guard. .

Throwing weapons slightly disrupted the formation of the royal guards of Lordaeron. The trolls took the opportunity to step up and attack the humans with weapons, fists and even teeth and nails.

The fierceness of these trolls did not frighten the royal guards of Lordaeron, but inspired their fighting spirit.

Paul himself was in the formation. He was holding the two-handed sword at this time, slashing at the troll warriors.

Before the expedition, when Helena was helping Paul organize his luggage, she told him many times that he must be careful, as a last resort, and never go to the battlefield.

However, although Paul obeyed Helena's words when he was at home, he would never be greedy for life and fear of death on the battlefield.

The Royal Guard of Lordaeron has never had a tradition of commanding officers hiding behind.

"Kill! For the glory of Lordaeron!"

Paul waved his two-handed swords, and at the same time did not forget to inspire his own anger.

"For the glory of Lordaeron!"

The word "Lordaeron" naturally has an unusual meaning for these royal guards of Lordaeron, and it can even be equated with their lives.

Shouting slogans, the royal guards of Lordaeron rushed toward the troll's army one after another. Their fierce and undaunted charge even made the trolls retreat slightly.

Of course, this was not the original intention of the trolls, they were the kind of race that battled from birth to death; it was just that the number of Royal Guardians of Lordaeron was several times more than that of trolls, and the armor and weapons were more sophisticated and handy.

Under the perseverance of the royal guards of Lordaeron, the formation of the trolls was finally torn apart, and the human army was strongly inserted into their formation, cutting the troll army into several parts.

"It has ended."

Prince Danas stood in a relatively high place in the camp and said with emotion.

Although the space in the camp is not very abundant, the number of the Royal Guards of Lordaeron is several times more than that of the trolls. They are still waiting for work and are more prepared.

In this case, Prince Danas simply did not know how to lose this battle.

Especially when the other parts of the human coalition have been assembled and started to gradually enter the battlefield.

The paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, while healing their teammates in time, attacked the trolls; each time the dwarf warriors wield their huge battle axe, a troll was chopped in two.

Stromgarde’s militia is well-trained and has teamwork no less than the Royal Guard of Lordaeron. No troll can fight back after being surrounded by them.

It's not that these trolls didn't want to, but they were quickly pierced into a hedgehog by spears stabbed in all directions.

"I can't help it anymore, I'm going to do a fight!"

Varian Wrynn touched his nose, and then quickly left Arthas's side.

"Hey……"

Arthas had planned to stop Varian Wrynn, but he didn't expect that when he mentioned fighting, this guy could run faster than a rabbit.

Taking a spear from a guard, Varian Wrynn drew his saber, holding a weapon in each hand, and rushed toward the battlefield with a roar.(To be continued.)

677 This battle is impossible

"Sister Alleria, shall we not go up and help?"

Vereesa tried to keep her eyes open, not to make the upper and lower eyelids too close, and then asked Alleria.

"Let's forget it, the work of the scout is too hard, the sisters are tired for a day, let them rest and rest! And there is no chance for us to play..."

Alleria shook her head and looked at the horrifying battlefield not far in front of her.

Most of the trolls fell in a pool of blood, and the rest were surrounded by humans and dwarf warriors. It was only a matter of time before the entire army was wiped out.

"I have to help, you silly girl, and don't see how trapped you are!"

Sylvanas yelled at Vereesa, while hugging her sister from one side, holding her shaky body.

"Hehe... really sleepy..."

Vereesa murmured, leaning against sister Sylvanas, closing her eyes in a daze; after a while, she fell asleep.

"This silly girl..."

Sylvanas shook her head, then snarled at Alleria.

"I'll take Little Vereesa home first, there is nothing to see here, let her rest first."

Sylvanas said to Alleria.

"Well, let her sleep first."

Of course Alleria also felt sorry for her little sister. She nodded and watched Sylvanas help Vereesa to leave.

Sylvanas walked cautiously all the way to the camp of the three Windrunner sisters with her arms around Vereesa. Just as she was about to get in, she heard Vereesa's murmur in her arms.

"Um... Alsace..."

Vereesa said in a daze.

"Bah, there is no Alsace, now your dearest sister Sylvanas is carrying you!"

Sylvanas murmured dissatisfiedly, then walked into the camp and threw Vereesa on the bed sheet.