"Ant ......," said the lich lazily with his head tilted on the command platform of the Sky Fortress. The next moment, his voice resounded throughout the Chapel of Light's Wish. "Maxwell, I am amazed by your courage in using your mantis arm as a car, but, alas, I have seen too much courage like yours! They will all eventually become servants of my master, serving my master! You, too, will be no exception! You should be honored, for it will be me who will send you to serve our Lord, Kel'thugad! ”

Under the lich's smug laughter, Maxwell's face tightened a little, but he couldn't lose his momentum at this time!

"I'm sorry, but I'm a little bit of a servant to men! Interest! None of them! Maxwell laughed loudly, "You damn! Think everyone is like you? ”

Kel'thugad listened to him, and there was no superfluous mood swing on his skeletal face, except for the icy blue light of a pinpoint in his hollow eye sockets. He moved his bone-dry fingers, "Attack!" ”

"Attack!" Facing the approaching Scourge soldiers, Maxwell was the first to rush forward. Darien followed silently.

Sia followed them a little further away, waving the staff in her hand and unleashing healing spells.

The warriors rushed out, leaving the area around the chapel in relative safety to the priests and mages.

The sound of killing in the four fields shook the sky.

Thea, who participated in such a hand-to-hand battle for the first time, was shocked. But what surprised her the most was Angela's actions. Whenever a warrior was killed by the Scourge of the Dead, she and her mages immediately cast a fireball spell on the warrior's body, cremating the warrior on the spot.

"What is this for? Angela. Thea, a priest, asked in annoyance. Why don't you wait until the battlefield is cleaned up, maybe some of these people we can salvage. ”

"Do you think I'm willing? Thea, this is your first time participating in a large-scale battle against the undead scourge, right? Anyone killed by a natural disaster will be reborn as their kind within twenty-four hours of death! We don't know when the battle will end, but we can't let them inflict such a disgrace on them again after they die, absolutely not! Do you understand? Angela yelled at her, her eyes bloodshot as well.

"Why? Why? Thea was in a trance, and she seemed to understand what Fording had said when they first met, and Marlan's beware.

This is already a cursed land, and the comrades who were with you one day and the other day may be with you tomorrow.

Looking around the wilderness, there are constantly warriors falling. And the soldiers of the Undead Scourge don't seem to have decreased much, they don't feel any more, they don't feel tired, they only kill, and they only have the instinct to continue killing until they are completely down.

"Commander Maxwell!" Rushing out of the barracks is a mage who is tasked with contacting the Hand of Tyr in case of an emergency. His voice pricked up ears to all who heard. The mage also had a good sense of using spells to amplify his voice. "The Hand of Tyr has sent reinforcements! The vanguard is here soon! ”

This good news greatly boosted the morale of Silver Dawn.

Resist! Resist! Everyone is so active and silently shouting in their hearts.

Kel'thugad faintly looked down at the people who were working the ground. "It seems that it's just a miscellaneous soldier, and it's really not very useful. Cyril, go down and have fun. But remember! I'm here to do something, don't ruin my plans. He commanded the lich retinue behind him.

"Yes!" Cyril the Lich smacked two rows of interlaced teeth, and Gege smiled and walked away.

A beam of light appeared below the fortress in the sky, and a figure fell from the sky.

"Lich!" Maxwell was keenly aware of the change. "Warriors, retreat, retreat!"

"Gege, mortal, remember by whose hands you will die. I am Cyril, the Lich Lord under the command of Lord Kel'thugad! "The lich in mid-air emitted a pale blue glow." Mortals, feel the power of our Lord! Ice - Sword Rain!! ”

After the blue light, countless ice arrows were sent out from the body of the lich Cyril, and they were densely dispersed.

Despite all the best efforts to erect the protective barrier, an ice crystal grazed Xia's face. This is still the case with the protection of the barrier, not to mention the warriors who have not had time to return to the priest's range. Sia didn't even have time to touch the blood on her face, so she swung her staff and cast spells to dispel and heal the cold effects of the ice arrows on the warrior. All she knew was to move fast, faster, faster. He didn't notice that his spell casting level had reached a state of intensive overload, more than three times faster than other priests. The white light of her staff had never stopped, and it was bright and striking under the amplification of the pearl.

"I think I've found something interesting~!" Cyril thought wickedly. "Lord Kel'thugad, may I pick a trophy first?" Keeping in mind Kel'thugad's plan, he respectfully asked.

"Whatever you want. Which pastor do you have a crush on? Kel'thugad replied lazily. It's better to be quick, though. It's been a long time. ”

Cyril, who had been given permission, looked triumphantly at the center of the Chapel of the Light's Wish. Well, what a little beauty, I don't know what it will be like to be resurrected, the priest's holy light or something, being desecrated is the fastest thing for him! Before becoming a lich, Cyril was a priest. However, when his wife and children were killed in the massacre of Stratholme, he began to hate the Light. Killing the priest and bringing him back to life is Cyril's greatest interest as a lich now. The more powerful the priest, the more he likes it - he likes to kill!

"That pastor in the middle of the chapel, if you don't want your friends to suffer a second round of cold arrows, come out. I'll give you a chance to stall. Yes, it's you, the brunette one! ”

"Don't go!" Before Shia could react, the retreating Darien grabbed her hand. "The warriors of the Silver Dawn don't need a woman to sacrifice!"

Sia glanced at the scarred warriors around her, and whispered to Darian, "But I'm also a warrior of the Silver Dawn, Darian. I'd be happy if I could delay a little longer. With that, she broke free of Darian's hand and picked up her staff and walked out of the chapel.

Behind her, Darian pinched the Ashbringer in his hand. Strength! If he had fatherly strength! If only he could exert the power of the Ember Messenger like his father!!

Darien has never been so thirsty for power. For a moment, he could even understand Arthas's sadness as he sought the cursed sword, Frost's Sorrow. If he has the strength...... His gaze swept over the battlefield in front of him, his fallen comrades, his fingers oozing blood from their clenched grips, but Darien was unconscious. Blood trickled down the hilt of his sword, onto the broad blade of the Ember Bringleer.