Despite his exhaustion and scars, Alexandre Mograini went from strength to strength. Holding the Ash Messenger in his hand, he was like a god descending from the heavens, his body glowing with golden light, and the undead cannon fodder fell at his feet like a wave of wheat harvested by a sickle.

There were countless enemies, but now there are only a few remnants of the defeated army, and many of the undead have turned around and fled into the burning city of Stratholme.

A glimmer of hope reigned in Alexander's heart.

The dwarves on the walls of Stratholme never stopped, and even after becoming Death Knights, the dwarves still couldn't change their talkative nature.

"Look, like I said, it's all useless work. They can't defeat that paladin at all! The dwarf's slightly hollow angry voice pointed at the undead soldiers who had fled from the city and said, "This is bringing shame on our Scourge Legion!" ”

The dwarf's words did not affect the female High Elf beside him, who looked indifferently at Mograini below the city without saying a word.

"Mograine, you must find a way to get out of here, please, or you will join us and become like us!" Serijek stood straight, staring motionlessly at the battle below, but the words that sounded like a plea never stopped.

"What's wrong with the way we look?" The female elf turned to look at her former 'companion', her soul mate to be exact, "We have eternal life, great power, all of which are within our reach. ”

"What are you doing with that idiot!" The dwarf angrily slammed his hammer on the battlements of the wall, and the splatters of debris clanged against the armor of several people. "He's a brainless idiot!"

The elf turned to look at the dwarf with blue flame eyes, "I don't know if he's a fool or not, but I'm fed up with your noise, and if you can't keep your mouth shut, I'll be happy to help Mistress Kel'thugad help you recreate one!" ”

"Humph!" The dwarf was obviously a little jealous of the female elves, and when he touched a nail, the dwarf was furious and set his eyes on the undead who had fled from the city.

"Whoosh!"

The warhammer in the dwarf's hand was suddenly thrown out by him, and the warhammer spun in the air at high speed, pulling out black arcs mixed with lightning. An abomination who fled into the city in fear of Mograini was smashed into powder by the dwarf's hammer on the spot, and blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

"You idiots!! Who let you come back without my orders?! Go kill that human! Otherwise, you will wait for me to tear you to pieces! ”

Faced with the threat of the dwarves or the control of the dark arts, the undead who had fled into the city once again turned and rushed out of the city of Stratholme.

"Why do these guys, like Sirjek, still retain the memories of their lifetime?" The female elf looked thoughtfully at the undead swarming below, "Fear is the most fatal weakness, and people who have died should not have the concept of fear.......

The battle outside the city was drawing to a close, and even the undead army, once again strengthened, could not resist the paladins favored by the Light. Following the route of the Mograine battle, a path made of bones of the undead leads to the psychic tower next to it.

Mograine stood on the pile of bones, and the ash bringer in his hand was suddenly thrown out by him, and in the distance, a necromancer who controlled the undead puppet was half wiped out by the sudden ash bringer and fell to the ground.

An abomination took the opportunity to burst forward, and he grabbed Mograini with his thick arm and grabbed him in front of him, Mograine looked at him with a sneer, and his blue-gloved hand suddenly grabbed Abomination's head.

"O Supreme Light! Give me strength!! ”

The Light immediately responded to Mograini's call......

Mograini gripped his hand of abomination, and a blinding light lit up the battlefield. Abomination let out a dull wail, and he tried to throw Mograine off, but the latter clung to him.

"Die!! Poor worm! ”

The mountains shook in an instant......

From Mograine's grip on the abomination, an explosive energy composed entirely of pure holy light erupted, and all the undead around it flew into the air like blown stones, and then fell to the ground without moving.

"Go tell your master! No amount of zombie bones is enough! I'm going to purify you all!! Mograini gasped as he looked at the undead lying to the ground, then yelled in Stratholme's direction.

"If you have the ability, you will come again!! Come a thousand to kill a thousand! Come 10,000 and kill 10,000!!!! ”

Mograine was echoed by the whirring of wind in the air, and not a single undead spirit poured out of Stratholme's open door.

Mograini couldn't hold on any longer, he gasped and slowly knelt on the ground, he had been fighting for almost a day......

Before he could rest, he suddenly raised his head, and drove his trembling body up and down to look around at the pile of undead corpses around him.

"Fairbanks, where are you! Fairbanks! What are you... Ahem!! Mograine's shouts were interrupted, and the coughing sound of blood pouring into his lungs echoed across the battlefield he had just fought.

The pile of corpses of the undead in the distance suddenly shuddered for a moment, and then regained its composure.

Mograine's fists clenched tightly, his body trembling irregularly, he slowly lowered his head, looking at the white and blue robe on his chest, which represented the silver hand, the blue double-headed eagle was pierced by the glowing golden ember of ash, and the blood stained the eagle with wings red.

"Who...," Mograini struggled to look back. Thunder... Renault! ”

Behind him, Renaud Mograini, his eldest son, was holding the hilt of the Ember Bringer with tears on his face, his eyes wide as if he couldn't believe he had done all this!!

"I misread you.... Son—" Mograine sighed, thick blood running down the corners of his mouth, and he slowly lowered his head to look at the Ash Bringer's blade on his chest, shaking his head gently as he continued, "You don't ...... at all"

“...... Like me." With the end of this word, this hero, the spiritual pillar of this crusader, fell to this land where he had fought all his life, and his fists were not released until death!

"I don't want to be like you!! I don't want to! Old Mograini's reaction seemed to provoke Renault, and he stood by his father's corpse in anger, screaming at his father's corpse as if he were convincing himself. I will be stronger than you! I will be the savior of Lordaeron! I'm going to be someone you never thought about! I will prove your choice wrong!! It's always wrong!! ”

The blue cloak flicked over, and Renault turned and fled as if he were leaving, without even looking back at his father's body lying on the ground!

"He did not die at our hands, but at the hands of those closest to him. Sometimes, it doesn't hurt to use your brain more. Yes, you don't have a brain. ”

On the walls of Stratholme, the elf unceremoniously mocked the dwarven Wind, who looked at the corpse below without saying a word.

"Now, go and bring our new member to Naxxramas, we will be waiting for you there with Lord Kel'thugad, I hope you don't keep Lord Kel'thugad waiting."