As if to make up for their previous absence, countless undead appeared silently around the watchtower, and unlike most people thought, these horrible undead were silent when they moved in groups, and they could only be spotted when they were close enough to smell the stench of them.

As Loria climbed the heights and walked towards the watchtower, she saw a few soldiers staggering like her to set up makeshift barricades, and she was sure that they were on the same path as her, and that for unknown reasons and for unknown reasons had been drugged in the dinner.

She eats the most and fastest, and is the first to be put down.

The shrill and strange cry of a gargoyle came from the sky not far away, Loria sighed, experience told her that once this ugly alchemy creature was dispatched, the scale of the natural disaster would not be too small, she came to the high ground under the watchtower, the soldiers of the alliance were busy preparing for battle, no one paid attention to her, she saw the captain in full armor tripped on the ground by herself, and could not get up for a long time.

How could she be able to defend the watchtower in front of the Scourge army in such a state? She did have a lot of experience fighting against the undead, but she was not good at group combat, and she couldn't safely stand still and recite range spells without Elie in front of her.

Several ghouls emerged from the darkness and rushed up the ramp, since the Lich King's power had weakened, the undead were no longer as uniform as before, and there were always some trash fish that couldn't resist the urge to pounce on the living.

After a burst of crossbow bolts and ice spikes slicing through the air, several ghouls collapsed halfway down the slope, struggling twice to stop moving, and Loria nodded to the three crossbow-wielding Alliance soldiers, who were indeed battle-hardened veterans who calmly put their enemies close to them when they were not in good shape and were not on the right track, and the latter also nodded to Loria to thank her for her unexpected help.

Several waves of scattered undead struck one after another, all of which were easily dealt with by the soldiers, and they gradually recovered their state, but no one could relax, and they could feel a large number of undead gathering and waiting as far as they could see.

Loria had already begun to plan the retreat route, even in the dark night, she could see farther and more clearly than others, at this moment, at the end of her sight, there were dense undead, she looked up at the fire burning on the watchtower, she had no position to ask the soldiers of the alliance to abandon their responsibilities and retreat, if the alliance reinforcements could not arrive in time, then she could only flee after doing her best.

Even without Loria's far beyond human eyesight, the soldiers of the Alliance felt the overwhelming superiority of the enemy, and they did not say a word, even the drunken Captain Nag sat in front of the watchtower with a straight face, clutching his sword...... Scared, want to escape, ready to retreat when the situation is irreversible, or die after tonight's battle?

No one knows what they're thinking.

The scourge began to stir, all kinds of strange and unpleasant screams erupted densely and chaotically, but before they could act, an even greater commotion occurred - just in the camp far from the watchtower, the group of mercenaries brought by the rich woman of Stormwind City made a commotion, and some of the soldiers had a look of relief on their faces, they all forgot that there were still one or two hundred warriors here, but this peace of mind soon disappeared.

The mercenaries clashed into several teams, and just as the Scourge was about to tilt death in their hands, they fell into civil strife, and the improvised rabble scattered and fled, and then rightfully became the ghosts of the ghouls, and the squads tried to break out, but soon disappeared into the night screaming, and finally the rest of the people rushed towards the watchtower.

At the same time, the undead went on the attack.

Before the people flocked to the watchtower, Loria retreated into the watchtower with a dozen or so Alliance soldiers, the captain and a few soldiers who were good at hand-to-hand combat guarded the bottom of the tower, and Loria came to the top of the tower with the rest of the people, and a large number of slow-moving zombies appeared at the end of the sight, which is a common trick used by the Scourge, putting useless cannon fodder at the front of the team, consuming the physical strength and war materials of the living.

The soldiers at the top of the tower waited for the undead to come into range, carefully guarding against the gargoyles that kept screaming and skimming in the air above them, and after a few minutes, the characteristic rattle of the bow and crossbow rang out, and the slow-moving zombies fell one after another, but there were so many of them that such a small amount of long-range suppression could not stop them from approaching the array of watchtowers.

Someone shuddered, and found that the breath he exhaled had turned into bursts of white gas. The cold wave came silently, like the cold brought by death.

Strange clouds began to condense and roll in the low sky, and before long, dense ice spikes fell from the unnatural black clouds.

Loria concentrates on channeling the magic, letting the black clouds move slowly, sweeping away the zombies down the slope, and during her days on the island, she is not idle all day long, at least she has mastered the correct casting posture of the blizzard, which is much less effort than throwing the ice spikes out sideways and using gravity to accelerate the ice spikes.

She continued to increase the intensity of her magic, and it felt like the mana was draining quickly, but the effect was also obvious, the falling ice spikes turned into ice picks, and the cold wind howling under the clouds froze the monsters' progress.

The ice mage standing on the stake is really good at dealing with the cannon fodder of the swarm, Loria sighed, but suddenly someone pushed her hard, staggered forward a few steps and almost fell off the tower, and before she could scold, she felt something fly against her back.

Before she could say thank you, she jumped onto the edge of the tower, the gargoyle had already noticed her, and the space on the tower was too small to dodge the attack, there was no way to ensure that the soldiers of the Alliance would not be harmed.

Another ghoul swooped down on her, its thick hind paws outstretched, as if trying to grab Loria into the air.

At the moment of rendezvous, it succeeded, but it was caught...... Miss Loria was not accustomed to using certain talents, such as the strange powers of a vampire, and she felt that gritting her teeth and dragging something around was not in keeping with her ladylike image, but she didn't mind making an exception once in a while, as it was now.

The gargoyle struggled to fly away, but its body became heavier and heavier, and finally, even its wings were frozen, and after a few struggles, it fell to the ground, and before it could turn into a stone form, it was pierced through the alchemy core with ice spikes by the human who jumped on it.