Chapter 430: My Hero

When Arthas stood back on the city wall, he felt the heavy impact. The vibration made his teeth chatter, his arm armor collided with his leg armor, making a crisp sound, and even the battlements beside him were shaken.

Although it was not a good thing to let the orcs cross the city wall, compared to the orcs conveniently passing through the city gate, it was better to let the orcs climb the wall. At least the defenders on the wall had not given up resistance.

Behind him was the Lordaeron city district where his family lived, which gave the defenders great courage. Under the command of low-ranking officers, even if their hands were trembling, they were still using long spears to inflict damage on the orcs.

"If you can't form a tight formation to fight against the orcs, then for the unskilled recruits, using a long spear is at least more likely to injure the orcs than using a sword and shield."

Yes! At least at medium range, a recruit with a long spear still has a chance to injure an orc.

The orcs' wide-open moves are not difficult to break, even for a recruit, a spear thrust is likely to hit, as for where it hits, it depends on whether the goddess of luck favors them.

"Hold on!" he shouted to a lieutenant standing near the city gate hole, looking up, "Call some people over, block the city gate!"

"With what, Your Highness?" The somewhat panicked young officer asked Arthas back.

"With anything you can find!" Arthas replied. He looked out at the countless orcs - those who were attacking and preparing to destroy the city that he was supposed to inherit.

Despair was etched deeply on Arthas's face.

At the high tower of the palace, Princess Calia clenched her hands tightly, nervously watching the distance.

Nearby, everything was still as usual, the white circular towers, each one beautiful. Next to the huge tower, there were gorgeously shaped flying buttresses, inlaid with various exquisite decorations. These support pillars extending from the side of the tower well guarded the tower. Just like the vast territory of Lordaeron, guarding this most beautiful pearl on the Lordaeron continent - Lordaeron City.

But in the distance, death and destruction were spreading. Even unwillingly, after the Lordaeron city's east gate was knocked down, the huge impact of the gate falling to the ground could be clearly heard even in the palace two kilometers away.

"Princess Calia! Prince Arthas has ordered that if the east city gate is breached, we must immediately take you out of Lordaeron City." A royal guard captain, with a team of solemn guards, stood at the door of Calia's piano room.

Ignoring the trembling of the beautiful maids beside her, Calia put down her binoculars and pointed at the swaying silver figures on the city wall in the fierce battle - those were the warriors of Lordaeron.

"They haven't breached the city wall..." The beautiful princess argued, the tears sliding down her delicate face made the guards' hearts break, "If someone could become the hero to block the city gate at this time, then Lordaeron City can be saved! Lordaeron can be saved! The entire Lordaeron Alliance can be saved!"

Although the guard captain didn't want to shatter the young beautiful princess's illusion, he still remained loyal to his duty, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, we can't hope for miracles. The fact is, the Alliance's army hasn't arrived, and the east gate of Lordaeron City has been breached... Multiple battles have proven that humans cannot resist the onslaught of orcs in street fights."

"No! He will come!" Princess Calia said in a changed voice, then, as if to strengthen her tone, she clenched her fists, straightened her petite and curvy body, and emphasized loudly, "He will definitely come!"

Who... is he?

The guards didn't know, but every maid beside Calia knew who 'he' was.

Ever since he offered the princess that unique beautiful magic rose, her heart had been captured by him.

Every night, she dreamt of him.

Every morning, reading about his battles was the most important part of Princess Calia's morning routine.

Every time she saw how brilliantly he had annihilated so many orcs, every time she saw him bring powerful allies to the Alliance, the princess's face would show that enticing blush unique to a girl in love.

Yes! He is the only hero in the princess's heart.

The one who captured her heart, saved countless people, led the entire Alliance, and even all of humanity towards victory - the young hero, Duke Marcus!

The guard captain continued to persuade, "Your Highness! The Horde's advance is too fast, Alterac retreated too quickly, they couldn't even organize a decent defensive line. Duke Marcus is not a god, he can't conjure up so many troops to save Lordaeron City out of thin air. The vanguard of His Majesty's reinforcements will take at least one more day to arrive."

"No - he will come! Even if he's alone, he will come! He is the hero of the Alliance! He has saved countless people persecuted by the Horde! He will definitely come to save Lordaeron, to save..." Calia originally wanted to say 'save me', but when the words reached her lips, she suddenly realized that there was nothing between her and Duke Marcus. After that one encounter, they had no communication at all. What made her even more depressed was that Duke Marcus seemed to be infatuated with a female high elf ranger general.

The captain seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Calia.

"No need to say more! My brother is still fighting on the city wall! I won't run away alone! If destruction is the fate of Lordaeron City, the fate of the Menethil royal family, then I will accept it!" After Calia finished speaking in one breath, she bit her lip hard, her beautiful blue eyes staring fixedly at the distance, waiting for a miracle to happen.

Everyone could see that Princess Calia was almost obsessed, she was madly in love with the miraculous aura of Duke Marcus, that absolute obsession had been sublimated into a kind of blind following, a kind of faith.

This kind of fanatic behavior was what made the guards headache.

The guard captain suddenly pointed at the black dot in the distant sky, "I'm sorry, Your Highness! Even if we have to bind you, we must get you out safely. Look, the Horde's flying dragons are almost here... when the flying dragons arrive, we won't be able to ensure your safe departure!"

Calia suddenly shouted, everyone could hear the ecstasy in her voice, "No - open your eyes! Those are gryphons! Not flying dragons! Can't you even tell the difference between red and white?"

The guard captain looked in astonishment at the black dots rushing from the southeast lake at high speed. A few seconds ago they were just black dots, but a few seconds later you could already see the faintly fluttering white wings.

Yes! They are indeed gryphons!

The Horde's flying dragons are all red dragons, there are no flying mounts with white wings.

Is he really coming?

At this most critical moment?!