Fire!Gorgeous fire!Arthas had never seen such a gorgeous fire, it was simply the end of evil, the punishment of justice, and those seemingly unstoppable huge undead troops were burned in an instant, turning into one brilliant fireball after another, burning so vigorously.

"That's great! This time it can burn at least eighty percent of the high-level undead soldiers!"

Arthas thought happily and optimistically, though it wasn't the first time he had felt the power of magic, it was definitely the most recent.

At the same time, Arthas was also a little lucky, he was glad that his prediction was not wrong, he was glad that he had turned this predicament of the enemy into a prepared battle, although he knew that his preparation was very hasty, but being prepared and not being prepared were really two different things.

Arthas could even think that if they didn't realize the enemy from the rear, and instead focused on the enemy at the Colin junction, these enemies from the rear would have been close enough to use magic to commit suicide.

A cold sweat broke out in Arthas's head at the thought of this, and he felt that he was really on the verge of defeat, and this fear also brought him back to his senses, realizing that the battle was not over.

"It's not over yet! Everyone stay on guard! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Arthas's cry woke up the jaw-dropping crowd, and at that moment, in the not too far away sea of fire, several giant skeletal giants burned like torches suddenly rushed out.

They resemble flaming skeletal giants, casting their hollow, fiery gaze on Lordaeron's defenses, making them feel creepy in their hearts.

However, an ordinary warrior can be afraid, but Arthas, as a commander, cannot, he forcibly calms himself down and judges the current situation rationally.

"The actual battle damage of the undead troops is only fifty percent at the moment, our first wave of charge strikes has probably eliminated thirty percent of the ghouls, and the fire magic strike has eliminated most of the grease, flammable abominations, and now most of the remaining undead troops stay outside the sea of fire, and a small number of troops similar to bone giants have crossed the sea of fire. ”

Seeing the form of the battlefield, Arthas immediately understood what he had to do at the moment, and he slammed his horse into his arms, raised his hammer, and shouted:

"Lordaeron warriors, do you dare to charge with me again?"

Arthas's cry stunned the stunned crowd and felt like an untimely awkward encouragement, which also reflected his immaturity, but fortunately, he had a very sensible fat boy and attendant.

Young Marvien shouted loudly at the first moment, responding to Arthas's encouragement, and with the first response, there would be a second, and the paladins of the Silver Hand collectively responded to Arthas's call.

Arthas nodded gratefully at Marvien, and led the knights to the flaming skeleton giants that seemed to be eyeing each other, but were actually strong on the outside.

Arthas's idea is actually very simple, the heavy cavalry of the Silver Hand is actually not at all worthy of the tide of low-level undead army, their number has not reached the point where they can overwhelm them, and in this way, the high-level undead soldiers in these undead army are actually the real threat.

They were the only visible enemy who could stop the Knights of the Silver Hand from charging at the moment, and Arthas knew he had to reduce the number of high-level undead soldiers as much as possible before the magical flames of the road blocked the way dissipated to increase his odds of victory.

As his horse gallops, Arthas knows the key to the battle, but he soon realizes that he is not alone.

The knights were getting closer and closer to the Burning Bone Giants, but Arthas watched with amazement as they began to retreat into the flames.

"Damn! The enemy commander also understands the importance of high-ranking undead soldiers. ”

Arthas hurried to his horse, and a charge led his knights to smash several flaming bone giants who had not had time to retreat into the flames, and then he reluctantly glanced at the remaining bone giants huddled in the magical flames, twisted his head, and gritted his teeth and shouted:

"Withdraw the line!"

Arthas gritted his teeth as if he had lost half a move in a game, but when he thought about it, he realized what he had gained.

"This army of the undead has a snake head, how do I cut off the snake head?"

Arthas stared at the back of the army of the undead, thinking calmly, but at that moment a drop of water suddenly hit the tip of his nose, making his heart cold.

"Fake! What the hell is weather!"

Arthas couldn't help but utter a foul word, and the thief seemed to hear it, and responded to him with a flash of lightning and thunder, and after the thunder, a torrential downpour naturally came.

Arthas couldn't believe it was going to rain so damn at this critical moment! He had never been so angry in his life because of a bad weather, and he felt like he had been betrayed by the world, but anger was anger, and Arthas knew exactly what he was going to face.

"Zih!z!"

Large drops of rain fell on the magic flames, bursting with the sound of water falling and boiling oil, and the flames of the road closure that should have lasted at least a quarter of an hour to half an hour vanished in an instant, and the tide of darkness that had been static in the distance also moved at this moment.

The anger burning in his heart seemed to be poured with a basin of cold water, which was extinguished in an instant, Arthas calmed his remaining restless warhorse, sighed slightly, and smiled at Marvion beside him, and said:

"Marvion, do you remember the jokes we used to make when we were kids?"

When Mavien heard this, he was a little confused, firstly, he did not understand why His Royal Highness the Prince was talking about this at this time, and secondly, he did not know what kind of joke Arthas was talking about, after all, they had made too many jokes.

"At that time, we dreamed that we could become a great hero on the battlefield, and the enemy we killed was not left behind, and we could not form an army...... But now I don't think so, I just hope that after the battle, I can still see your living ugly face. ”

"Huh!"

Marvien touched his face, and the pre-war tension was swept away, turning into a question: "Am I ugly?"

"For Lordaeron!Charge!!"

Marvion's doubts had not yet been answered, but Arthas had already led the charge first, and the tired horses neighed incessantly, but still raised their hooves.

At this moment, it seems that even these horses have understood a truth, rather than sit and wait to die, it is better to fall on the way to charge, that is the right fate for them.