Gul'dan is different from Naozu after all.

In terms of natural ability, it is obvious that Gul'dan is stronger.

But the dog still died after all.

See the real Death Knight, as ruthless as Arthas, from soul to body, serving the Lich King wholeheartedly.

Regarded as a fake death knight, Guldan's experimental goods, one by one complaining too much to prevent intestinal breakage, greasy and crooked mouth, but the body is unusually honest and arrogant.

Originally, the Lich King's infiltration of Lordaeron was far from the level of the uprising, because the accumulation of power was not enough.

However, Twilight's boss Gurgar was ordered by the Elder God to hand over this part of Gul'dan's inheritance to Neozu......

So, the wind rose.

Thirty-seven Death Knights, using the shell of Terenus, corrupted most of the top of Lordaeron in the summons of the herald.

When the royal guard was completely cataclysmic, Lordaeron slid unstoppably into the abyss.

Like the last valve of a runaway train before it derails, Carlos is standing there.

"Uncle, were you caught back then?"

"I don't know, I fought to the end and lost consciousness."

"At that time, the information from those fools was that you were suspected of defecting to the enemy, but I didn't believe it anyway."

"Ahahahaha, how is that possible."

This is probably the terrible thing about the paladin and the death knight, obviously every weapon collision has a huge roar of breaking the sky, and the solid bluestone slate bricks appear fragmented under the ruthless trampling of the strong, but the two sides who are fighting the knife are still chatting happily and smiling heartily.

"By the way, Tokaral, where are you hiding?"

Carlos flicked his axe, threw his arm, and then grabbed his back with one hand and threw down an old acquaintance who had sneaked up.

"Let me think about it."

Uncle Biglas clenched the runic sword with both hands in a charged gesture, and an ominous light lingered on the sword.

Carlos wanted to step forward to interrupt, but was hugged by the shin of the Death Knight who had just been put down.

"I didn't think you were so annoying before."

"I dragged the orcs like this before I died, probably because I was used to it."

The conversation was getting easier, the battle was getting more and more intense, and Carlos was already uncomfortable without tears.

A kick shattered the leg-hugger's chest, and Carlos dodged the grappling with a small step, but also lost the opportunity to interrupt Biglas's charging ultimate.

"Come to think of it, I threw the [Troll Slayer] out of the small skylight in the trap room."

As he spoke, Biglas swung out the sword aura that was entangled between death and resentment.

What is this?

Carlos stumbled due to a mistake in judgment, and was seen through by the besieging death knights, and fell into a small disadvantage of continuing to be forced to kill.

"What is this soft sword aura?"

If you don't understand, you ask, and Carlos spoke directly.

"The sword aura that contains plagues and curses, as long as it is hit, any damage to you will lead to an outbreak of disease and shadows."

Biglas even replied.

Isn't this an abscess blow?

Really change the long-range attack on the Black Wind Kiln Regiment, and the gang of transfiguration parties are not crying, and they are hell!

"Carlos, let's finish the old days, I can talk to you again, I, we're really happy."

Biglas's eyes glowed a colder blue.

"But General, although I can still talk to you, our bodies and souls already belong to the Lich King."

The Death Knight, whose chest was crushed by Carlos, has repaired the damage to his body with the help of other Death Knights.

"Kill us seriously, don't even leave the scum."

"Or run, as far as you can."

"Or you'll die."

"We are already undead."

"And you are the living."

"You can't kill the avatar of death."

One Death Knight's eyes began to glow.

Perhaps it was the Lich King's displeasure with the 37-1 siege.

"The master is angry, and then I can't continue to release water."

Biglas said regretfully and put himself back in position.

"Thank you for your advice, I just want to talk to you again, I don't have a few friends who can talk anymore."

Carlos wiped his face, letting a broken sword fly towards his neck, and finally slammed into the shield, causing a slight halo.

He couldn't see that these old friends and acquaintances were begging for death, and the death knights, who had fallen into the curse of immortality, were longing for eternal salvation.

But they don't understand, Carlos really just wants to talk to them.

Say a few more words.

Even if it's a good sentence.

No matter how bad it is, the "ah" sound will be done.

Biglas understands the strength of the Lich King, but he doesn't know what Carlos is wrestling with.

In other words, the Death Knights didn't understand why the Holy Light in front of them was dim.

There is only one answer.

"Goodbye, my youth."

Carlos emptied his mind.

"Goodbye, my past."

The power that had been deliberately suppressed surged up.

"Goodbye, my comrades."

This time, Carlos's outstretched wings of light no longer shed their hair, and behind him, a pair of geometric materialized wings appeared.

"I am the Light!"

The movement at the entrance of the palace caused Alsace's heart palpitations.

"The host, Carlos. Barov is coming. ”

"It's my brother-in-law."

Arthas clutched the Frost Sorrow and prepared to go on a crusade against the strongest of the Alliance, but was quickly stopped by Kel'thugad.

"The hosts! The Lich King's plan is above all else, let that man live a little longer. ”

Kel'thugad would not admit it, he was afraid, afraid that if Arthas died in battle, everything would be gone.

"It's fine."

Arthas stiffened for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"So, let's get started."

Inside the King's Hall, Arthas held up the Frost Grief, and as the power of the soul fluctuated, the Lich King's Substitute, the highest-ranking commander of the Scourge Legion, gave the order on the continent of Lordaeron.

Tyranny, began to spread.

The horror of the undead natural disasters lies in the immortality of the undead army and the contagiousness of natural disasters and epidemics.

But they are not indispensable.

For example, the current city of Lordaeron.

When the most elite royal guards are corrupted, and the strongest sword and shield that originally belonged to the Minethil family grows vicious barbs, who can stop this carnage after losing most of their brains?

Not to mention, the Death Knights and Necromancers have been ordered to start casting spells on a large scale in the Graveyard Graveyard.

If the undead army brings terrible contagion by physical means, what is incomprehensible about the immortality of natural disasters and epidemics that can even contagion dead corpses.

The Lich King gave a concise order through Arthas———— "No one will survive".

The plague barrel hidden in Lordaeron was ignited by the explosion, and the green smoke billowed and spread, and down the sewers, the legions of the undead began to wreak havoc on the city.

Panic spread, and the first reaction of the common people was to flee and flee outside the city.

But the confined city was closed by the indifferent eyes of the skeleton guards and ghouls.

"What are we waiting for?"

The members of Silver Dawn lurking into the city grabbed the leader by the neck and questioned angrily.

"Waiting for His Majesty's orders."

As soon as the leader finished speaking, Carlos's powerful light burst out.

Faced between survival and destruction, he chose an even more desperate redemption for all paladins.