Chapter 102: Come, Midnight!

"Draw your swords!" The voice of future Marshal Reginald Windsor was still tinged with immaturity.

He didn't know why Duke had chosen him to lead this elite force of 200 soldiers. He also didn't understand why they had to act as a diversionary force with almost 90% of the attacking team's strength.

All he knew was that Duke, his new master, and the man he admired the most, Anduin Lothar, had placed immense trust in him.

That trust weighed heavily on him.

"I entrust my men to you," Lothar said.

"A soldier who doesn't want to become a Marshal is not a good soldier. Reginald, I have faith in you, but you still need to prove yourself. Now is your chance." Duke patted his shoulder.

Reginald was already grateful to be fighting for the shattered kingdom. He had made sure he was not following the wrong person. The previously mysterious Duke turned out to be a true hero of the kingdom.

Now, hearing the words of the two men who trusted him, Reginald's eyes almost welled up.

The appointed time had come. His sword, raised high in the dawn light, emitted a brilliance like that of the sun, resembling an arc of flames.

Enchanted weapon, Demon-slayer!

This mid-tier enchanted weapon can permanently enchant a melee weapon, giving it a certain chance to stun demons and deal additional damage.

To be honest, this is not something that an ordinary soldier can possess. Even the chief swordsmen of the noble houses may not have one.

But Duke, with his money and recklessness, had managed to bring in an enchantment master to enchant all the more than 200 warriors in the assault team's personal swords with Demon-slaying enchantments.

"Windsor doesn't know how powerful this enchantment is, but the faint holy aura emanating from it brings joy to every warrior's heart.

Windsor stands tall in the morning light, and the elite warriors of the Stormwind Kingdom look to him. They raise their swords in unison, and a burst of radiance envelops them. The cold gleam of their sword blades shines faintly, as if the sun's first rays have banished the darkness from the land.

"Charge!"

Remembering Duke's instructions, Windsor does not advance in a rigid formation but instead uses a more chaotic skirmish approach.

The front lines push forward, and before they know it, every soldier's pace quickens, their steps growing larger. Within a mere ten meters, almost every warrior races ahead, trying to be the first to reach their destination.

"For Stormwind!"

"For King Wrynn!"

"For my beloved!"

The soldiers shout disorganized slogans, but in the midst of the charge, they quietly change formation. Eight soldiers wielding battering rams designed to break down doors have already made it to the forefront without anyone noticing.

With a resounding crash, the three-man-high iron gate shatters.

Karazhan is not a fortress and has no moat. Even the iron gates and wooden doors serve more as decorations.

The defense of the mage tower does not rely on such things. Perhaps, their success in approaching Karazhan's gates is due to Sargeras ignoring them."

"With a loud crash, the gates came crashing down. The brave warriors, carrying torches, rushed in and under the light of the flames and the torches within the gates, they saw their enemy - the satyrs!

These demons had split hooves, shaggy goat legs, goat-like horns, razor-sharp claws, and a long lion tail. The satyrs' origins date back to the War of the Ancients. Among the high elves, there was a Kaldorei noble named Xavius who was Queen Azshara's most trusted and intimate advisor.

Xavius was one of the ringleaders who brought the Burning Legion into Azeroth, and as the War of the Ancients progressed, he brought more and more suffering to his own race. However, he was eventually defeated in a battle with the young druid Malfurion Stormrage. Malfurion completely destroyed Xavius's evil body.

However, Sargeras believed Xavius still had value and resurrected him, turning him into the first satyr in the world. With a powerful demon curse, and a weak-willed victim, the satyrs could easily transform other creatures into satyrs as well.

Although most satyrs had become bloated, standing over two meters tall, the soldiers could tell from the remnants of their clothing that they were once servants of Medivh who had been transformed into satyrs.

Windsor narrowed his eyes and uttered only one word from his mouth: "Kill!"

The invading army of Stormwind Kingdom was like a burning rocket, instantly breaking into the groups of satyrs. Fighting at close quarters, Windsor could even see the flickering red flames in the deep purple eye sockets of these demons. What madness and chaos they possessed!"

The warriors of the Kingdom of Stormwind were courageous and outstanding. As elite soldiers handpicked by King Llane himself, they couldn't help feeling nervous when facing such unknown enemies. However, when they saw the young figure charging at the forefront of the team, they couldn't help but feel more courageous.

Windsor, leading the charge, had already become their banner without them realizing it.

The satyrs screeched, their shrill and unpleasant cries enough to make even the weakest-minded person tremble.

Windsor's sword was steady. When he was only two meters away from his first demon opponent, a visible wave of flames burst out from the blade, forming a sword wind that was almost like a gas blade in mid-air, increasing the range of the entire sword's damage by more than twice in the blink of an eye.

The golden sword light was even more dazzling under the flickering firelight, parting the dark void and creating a halo-like glow. With a "whoosh," it swept across the first row of satyrs' bodies.

Strangely, a sound like the tearing of silk burst from the air.

The row of two-meter-tall satyrs all turned into one-meter-tall ones, because their entire upper bodies had been chopped off. The impact of the demon slayer had completely lifted their upper halves off.

Not every warrior who engaged in combat with demons was as lucky as Windsor, but the enchanted swords brought by the demon slayer were often enough to intimidate the satyrs with just the sacred aura they emanated.

The first wave of human soldiers in battle were unscathed.

This is getting interesting!

Faced with these heavily armed human soldiers, these newly spawned satyrs were as weak as newly hatched chicks.

Even the warriors with less martial skill could take down these satyrs, who were originally farmers and servants, in just three rounds.

"Kill all the demons!" Windsor had just shouted when suddenly he felt a shiver run through him, causing goosebumps to rise all over his body.

Turning his head, he saw a red-skinned demon riding a flaming horse slowly appear at the wide entrance. The sound of thundering hooves, the scorching squeaking of air, and the scattering satyrs all told Windsor that this guy in front of him was not to be messed with.

That guy suddenly spoke: "Come on, Midnight, let's destroy this group of misfits together."