My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Arthas watched Frostmourne standing on the truck, and just wanted to talk to her, but saw a black shadow flying out of Frostmourne's hand and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

After the black shadow flew by, a huge sound of breaking through the air reached Arthas's ears, interrupting him, and leaving him temporarily behind Frostmourne, turning his head towards Greymane in astonishment. Look over the door of the wall.

Like a meteor, Arthas had just turned his head. The dark shadow had passed through the kilometer-long battlefield and bombarded the tall city gate with unparalleled accuracy.

Without any suspense, there was a huge black hole on the gate—because it was too far apart, Arthas could not estimate the size of that black hole.

But he didn’t have this chance either—because within a few seconds, the gate of Greymane’s Wall had collapsed, and the splashed dust was flying inside the gate hole, even in the coalition camps far away. It must be clear.

"What happened?"

King Terenas also reacted--except for the huge, thunderous sound of breaking through the air, he didn't even see the shadow.

"Muradin they succeeded?"

Prince Danas asked uncertainly—he did not look back, nor did he notice the Frostmourne who did all this.

"No, Xiaoshuang did it."

Arthas shook his head and said.

"Ms. Frost?"

Prince Danas was astonished. He looked around and found that the girl in the blue skirt was hopping back to Arthas from behind.

"the host!"

Frostmourne came to Arthas with joy, waiting eagerly for his "reward".

"well done."

Arthas smiled and stretched out his hand to touch the top of Frostmourne's head-which reminded him of six years ago-when Frostmourne always tried every means to show his intimacy with her.

Alsace suddenly regretted it-in recent years, he has paid too much attention to communicating with Frostmourne on the "bed/on"-in fact, the usual little intimacy is what Frostmourne gave His greatest comfort.

(Bah, you are just a man in clothes, you take off your clothes and you are on the bed/on the bed, who knows if you are a person or a dog in heat/estrus-I love my cream!)

...

At the forefront of the army, the dwarf craftsman technician Lestark, who is still tinkering with his cannon, is lying on the barrel like a dog, holding the cannon with both hands and leaning forward with his neck, looking surprised at the ashes just in front of him. The gate of the Greymane Wall.

"Down! Down!"

Restak suddenly screamed.

"Shut up, I'm not blind!"

Muradin Bronzebeard and his dwarf warriors were standing not far away, frowning at the fussing dwarf.

"But our second shot hasn't fired yet!"

Restak felt a little unacceptable, as if his belongings had been robbed. In the eyes of these dwarf craftsmen and technicians, even if the battlefield was full of enthusiasm, when they had a new idea, everyone would stop and wait. Against them.

Of course Muradin? Bronzebeard didn't think so. He ignored the screaming dwarf, but turned around and began to summon his warriors.

"Go forward, warriors, to help our allies!"

Muradin? Bronzebeard took his two terrifying weapons off his back, waved them twice, and then took the lead and rushed towards the Greymane Wall.

The two short legs looked a little ridiculous when they were running, but no one dared to take the appearance of thousands of dwarf warriors when they charged together.

Even with a complete formation, the soldiers of the Gilneas Kingdom who lack actual combat experience can't stop Muradin, King of the Hill? The dwarf warriors led by Bronzebeard charge, not to mention that they are already in chaos. In, the exposed gate is completely unguarded.

"Charge! Charge!"

Not only Muradin? Bronzebeard, Rix, Kanter, Marcus and Windsor, who are still from Stormwind, also ordered their soldiers to strike forward—the nature of this war is human. In the Civil War, they couldn't let the dwarves be more beautiful than before.

...

"Retreat, Your Majesty."

More than a dozen officers from the Gilneas Kingdom surrounded Gene Greymane under a tower located on the inner layer of the Greymane Wall and persuaded them in unison.

"Fart! I can't keep it here, where can I go when I retreat? Don't stop me. If you have this leisure, hurry up and gather our army!"

Gene Greymane felt that it was not time for despair-he still had as many as tens of thousands of loyal soldiers staying on the city wall, although he was a little alarmed by the inexplicable collapse of the city gate and the invisible ice. Lost, but these soldiers only need the encouragement of a commander to return to fighting.(To be continued.)

780 Into the City

"But Your Majesty..."

An officer of the Gilneas Kingdom still wanted to dissuade the stubborn Gene Greymane, but a loud noise interrupted him.

Gene Greymane and his men looked towards the city gate that had crashed to the ground. Through the dust, they could see those wearing horned helmets, heavy plate armor, and wielding huge two-handed weapons. Dwarf warriors.

"Retreat, Your Majesty! If... if by these dwarves..."

A Gilneas/Military officer urged loudly-whether it was Lordaeron, Stromgarde or Stormwind, they would still lose to their compatriots after falling into their hands, but if they were hit by the group of dwarves...

The Gilneas Kingdom did not participate in the war with the orcs, and they were not familiar with dwarves; in the imagination of these Gilneas Kingdom/officers, these short, grumpy and strong alien races were not more likable than the orcs.

Gene Greymane thought the same way. Although he was known as cunning and intrepid, in fact, he was just a monarch who had never been to the battlefield and grew up in a palace.

The natural character defect made Gene Greymane lose the courage to stay here. He used the excuse not to be captured by the dwarves to persuade himself, surrounded by a large number of officers and guards who had not escaped, toward his kingdom. Deeper escaped.

The soldiers of the Gilneas Kingdom on the Greymane Wall didn't know that their monarch and most of their superior officers had already slipped away, they only knew that no one urged them to resist like urging them.

The soldiers of Stromgarde and Stormwind continued to climb up the city wall through the tall pine ladders, and took a place at the top of the city; they waved the weapons in their hands, so that the unresolute soldiers of the Gilneas Kingdom could only be on one side. Yell.

When the gates of the Greymane Wall were crushed by Frostmourne with a shooting star-like spear, the fragile fighting will of these Gilneas soldiers was also crushed together.

The dwarf warriors and the royal guards of Lordaeron kept pouring into the Greymane Wall from the open gate, but they found that they hardly needed to use their weapons.

Two-handed swords and spears are not as effective as a string of rope now, because... the holy light is on, they have a whole city of prisoners that need to be tied up!

...

When King Terenas and his allies rode tall war horses into the Greymane Wall in a victorious manner, the battle within the high wall had already come to an end.

Groups of Gilneas soldiers were forced to stand against the wall. Under the investigation of Lordaeron Royal Guards and Stromgarde Militia, they handed over their weapons, then tied them with ropes and escorted them out of the Greymane Wall. .

"That's it? I haven't got a chance to do it yet!"

Varian Wrynn stood in the gate hole of the Greymane Wall, squatted down, checked the fragments of the gate plate at his feet, and reluctantly said to Arthas.

"What's the use of telling me..."

Arthas also knelt down, looked at the torn apart iron-clad wood chip, and said with a wry smile 1.