Stratholme Central Square.

The poisonous fog of plague swept in, eating away at the streets of the city, and chaos reigned in the square where the cries were heard one after another. People run around like headless flies, but they are no faster than the plague mist. Many died from the plague, but many more died from the stampede.

In the poisonous mist, the victim's body decayed and festered at a rate visible to the naked eye, and finally collapsed helplessly by his throat. But soon staggered to his feet and pounced on the nearest human.

Click, click......

A tall figure with a golden spear in his hand walked down the street against the crowd, staring at the sky. The holiness that flowed on his armor made him look like the Holy Punisher of the monastery frescoes.

A meteorite burning with a green magic flame is dragging a long flame tail down from the sky, and looking at its landing point, it seems to be the center of the most densely populated square.

Suddenly, the "Holy Punisher" picked up his spear and ran a few steps, barely aiming at it, and threw the spear out. The spear that came out of his hand was like a golden lightning bolt, piercing the sky and directly shooting the meteorite into the air.

Hellfire constructs summoned from the Twisted Void by one or more warlocks have lost their meaning in this way.

The Holy Punisher caught the spear that had returned as a streamer, plunged it into the ground, bowed his head and prayed, "Holy Light, please listen to my call...... I pray that your gaze will help me ......"

Before he finished speaking, a pillar of light the size of a bucket pierced through the dense dark clouds and shone down, centering on him and spreading out in all directions.

The divine energy instantly dispelled the poisonous mist, forcing the necromantic creatures to step forward.

This made him the center of attention, and the fleeing people quickly found support and rushed to this side.

The youth shouted: "Flee to the town hall and do not push, as is practiced on weekdays." All the guards are moving closer to me and guarding the street! ”

This man, of course, is Oryx.

In fact, he had never felt so good. If he used to act as a prophet in the name of the Holy Light, now he is truly blessed by the Holy Light, and he is a thousand times more comfortable using the Holy Light than before.

There is even the illusion that he has become one with the Light.

In response to the pervasive infiltration and destruction of the cursed sect and demons, Stratholme has already planned it, and the relevant work can be said to be in place. In particular, a great deal of preparation has been made for the most likely plague attack.

Officials have arranged a number of escape routes, and emergency shelters have been set up throughout the city. Every few days, there is a city-wide drill.

On the one hand, it is to be prepared, and on the other hand, it is also to dissipate people's energy, after all, the city is home to more than 100,000 refugees who have come to seek asylum, and the pressure on law and order is not a star.

The surviving guards gathered around Oryx and guarded the street like a dam in a raging flood, holding back the swarming resurrection, buying the people precious time to escape.

Although the strength of these guards is limited, and they only deal with thieves and bandits on weekdays, and have experienced this kind of scene at all, but with Oryx as the pillar, the defense line is still stable for a while.

During this time, Hellfire meteorites continued to fall from the sky and explode into the city shrouded in poisonous fog. Apparently some demon summoner is lurking in the corner, summoning these terrifying specially crafted constructs from the warped void.

But that's not out of Oryx's power, he can't throw his spear that far, and it's not a humanoid anti-aircraft spear launcher.

A team of paladins covered in blood appeared at the other end of the street, surrounded by a group of corpses dozens of times their own, and were struggling to kill in this direction.

Oryx rushed out of the line and came to the rescue, like a bulldozer, plowing a passage through the corpses and rescuing the people, only to find that it was Renaud Mograini and several young paladins.

"Where are you from?" Oryx asked.

"From ...... From the South Gate. Originally, he came back to escort military supplies, but he didn't expect to catch up with this disaster. ”

As he spoke, a panting Renault kept looking at the spear in Orix's hand, obviously yearning for this weapon that seemed to be condensed purely by holy light.

Aurex couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The northwest city where the south gate and the city hall are located is separated by an entire city and countless resurrected people. Not to mention Renault, even if he is a strong man among the old paladins, it is difficult to accomplish such a feat.

This reminded him of the saying that the tiger father has no dog son, and it seems that Renault really inherited the bravery of the old Mograine, and is worthy of the title of the best among the young generation of paladins.

"Are you hurt? What's going on along the way? Oryx asked, casting divine spells on several paladins.

Obviously, they were only suffering from the resurrected. Although he was covered in blood, he was not his own, and there were no signs of damage on the plate armor covered with scratches and tooth marks.

Most of the newly resurrected walking corpses are extremely weak, and their physical functions are even far inferior to ordinary people, and they are the most worthless cannon fodder for the Scourge Legion. For paladins armed to the teeth and protected by the Holy Light, it is almost impossible to pose a threat, and can only serve as a physical drain, leaving the task of killing to relatively powerful undead such as ghouls.

In some of the battles in Gilneth where only the walking corpses existed, there have been many examples of heavily armored soldiers buried in the corpses, unscathed, suffocated by crushing, or dying of plague.

"The city has fallen, my lord. At least a dozen plague sources have been detonated, and large numbers of people have been infected, many of whom have not had time to flee to shelters. Renault said sadly.

Oryx's expression darkened, in line with what he had seen in his bedroom.

There is no reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days in this world, and for the demons and members of the Scourge, who are already strong in infiltration, a giant city with hundreds of thousands of human beings gathered together with refugees, no matter how well guarded, it will inevitably be a hundred secrets after all.

This is a scene that is expected to come sooner or later, but it is more difficult to accept emotionally. Fortunately, if I hadn't acted so many times before, I'm afraid the casualties would have been even greater.

There is no need to invest a large number of troops, just smuggling in some sources of plague and detonating them, which can cause incalculable losses to humanity. And this is just a small harassment for the Burning Legion......

What a damn war.

"The market area has completely fallen, and the chapel should be in better condition, and as I passed by, I saw that they had organized an effective defense. My lord, should we recall Bridget them? ”

Oryx is in Stratholme, while Renault, Bridget, Marland, and others are guarding the southeast of the area in the forward base in Rivendell, as the first line of defense against the possible arrival of the Scourge Legion.

Oryx shook his head, "I'll contact her." But I think the enemy is just trying to cause us some trouble, and the Burning Legion and the Scourge's Legion are not sending regular troops to attack the city. By the time the troops returned, the crisis on this side would have been resolved. Alright, get some rest and get back into the fight, I need you to take care of the summoners with me. ”

"Yes."

The real trouble is not the corpses.

It's the poisonous fog and the summoners hidden in the city.

It stands to reason that thanks to the well-established emergency response mechanism and the communication network established by the High Elves for the entire territory of Lordaeron, it has been so long since the attack on such an important city as Stratholm that it is time for support to arrive......

Sure enough, as soon as the idea came to mind, the square behind him flashed with a blue glow unique to teleportation magic. One portal after another opened, and several teams of Dalaran battle mages walked out of them.

The leader was a middle-aged mage whom Oryx had never seen, and without saying anything at all, he arranged the mages needed for large-scale spells on the spot, and began to bombard the corpses intensively, and used the wind of magic to disperse the poisonous mist.

Seeing this, Oryx felt a little calmer.

The communication network was still not perfect, and until now he did not have a comprehensive understanding of the situation in the city, and the battle situation in the city relied entirely on the middle and low-level officers who formed the cornerstone of the command system.

It would be nice if the officers had responded reasonably, but if someone made a mistake or made a wrong decision for a variety of reasons, the result could be the collapse of a defensive line and the death of hundreds or thousands of innocent civilians.

Although the "plague crisis" continues to this day, as one of the most important cities in Lordaeron, Stratholme has a lot of plans to deal with various situations, and the City Guard and the troops stationed in the city are well prepared, but it is still worrying, and there is a feeling that the role of the commander is quite limited.

This is not an isolated case, but a general situation on the battlefield of this era.

At the end of the day, there aren't enough magic communication stones. Otherwise, not only will we be able to get an overview of the overall information at the first time, but the troops will also be able to get more unified and rational dispatch and cooperate more closely.

Oryx was about to join the fight again when Renault suddenly said behind him, "My lord, there is one more thing. ”

"What's the matter?"

Oryx turned around, only to see a pair of scarlet eyes and a stabbing dagger.

"Die! Kill you, and I'll ......"

Hearing only a soft sound, Renault was instantly dumbfounded.

The dagger with necromantic energy is engraved with runes, and it looks like it is incomparably sharp, a magical weapon that is hard to find. But Oryx was obviously not wearing armor, only civilian clothes, but the dagger stopped only an inch from his left chest, and it was difficult to advance a bit.

It's as if this ordinary layer of single clothing has a defensive power that even enchanted plate armor can hardly match.

Oryx was stunned for a moment, his face visibly confused, and then to deep disappointment.

He thought that the changes in history had made Renault's fate trajectory completely different from the official history, and he wanted to cultivate it well, but he didn't expect that such a scene would happen in the end, but the person who was betrayed was replaced by himself from old Mograine.

Could the name Renault, combined with the surname Mograini, have an ingenious chemistry that creates a curse called "Doomed to Betrayal"?

He sighed, took off the dagger on his chest, looked at Renault, who was already dead, and asked softly, "Renault, do you know what you're doing?" ”

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