On the battlefield outside Stratholme, a figure glowing with golden light roamed the black torrent of an army of the undead.

Often, when the golden light flashes, a large number of undead will fall to the ground wailing, but immediately the undead behind will make up for the fallen undead in front of them.

"Are we just here watching?"

On the dilapidated walls of Stratholme, a dwarf in a tattered green cloak asked the female elf beside him anxiously.

Next to the dwarf stood a human in a white cloak and armor.

"Hurry up and get away! Mograini! While there's still time! The human in the white cloak and armor kept passing out the cries of the horned helmet he was carrying, "This is a conspiracy! You've been betrayed by someone close to you! Hurry up and get away! ”

"Shut up! Serijek! The dwarf scolded angrily, his blue ghostly eyes darting in the sockets of the black hole, "Why didn't Lord Kel'thugad erase your poor consciousness of being human!" I'm fed up with your cowardice! ”

"Keep your mouth shut, Kurtaz."

The dwarf's angry shouting caused the female High Elf beside him to focus his gaze on him, and a layer of dark blue silk was draped over the female elf's face. The exposed skin on the face is covered with layers of dead skin as if it has not been properly maintained.

In the eye socket of the black hole, two blue flames completely replaced the once beautiful eyes.

It wasn't until the dwarf lowered his head unwillingly that the female elf turned to look at the human paladins fighting below.

"He'll be one of us." The female elf said indifferently, "Kurtaz, we don't need to do this. ”

"You said he?!" The dwarf Kurtaz, who opened the green painted helmet mask on his head, revealed a rotten face, and pointed at the old Mograini below him with disgust, "A paladin who makes me sick? You say he's one of us?! Besides, you expect these cannon fodder to be able to kill him? ”

"Braumux, do you have too much water in your head? Do you need the guy in my hand to put water on you? ”

Braumus wasn't offended by the dwarf's vicious language, and she said nonchalantly, "Right away." Be patient, hasn't death restrained your stubbornness? ”

"This is what Lord Kel'thugad told us to watch here," Braumus said, tilting his head at the dwarf, "and in a moment his body will be handed over to you." ”

"Humph! Then you might as well let me go down and fight him!! ”

Mograini didn't know how long he had been fighting here, only that with the help of his advisors and guards, he had held out until the sun had risen overhead.

The accompanying guards, under the undead attack like a tidal wave, they relied on the walls of the psychic tower to resist with difficulty. From time to time, someone would be dragged into the black torrent by the undead, letting out a terrifying scream.

Farbanks stretched out his hand with difficulty, and the golden light in his hand flashed, and the holy light poured into the bodies of the soldiers who were resisting the undead in the distance. The soldier quickly regained his strength and was once again engaged in the battle against the undead.

Suddenly, a commotion in the distance of the battlefield caught Fairbanks' attention, and he squinted to see a touch of blue struggling through the black torrent.

It's Renault!!

"Come here! Child! Fairbanks shouted and looked at Renault with some delight, his presence proved that they were saved!

Renault's speed through the army of the undead was a little faster than Fairbanks had expected, as if the undead had no intention of attacking him. However, due to the very tense situation on the battlefield, Fairbanks didn't have time to think about it.

Looking at the panting Renault, Farbanks happily asked, "Are reinforcements coming?" ”

Renault frowned and didn't reply, he looked at his father, who was still fighting in the middle of the battlefield, and shook his head.

"Why?!" Fairbanks asked disappointedly, "Didn't your father tell you to assemble the First Legion?" ”

"I was worried about you, so I came early."

"Farbanks, you know, a large army is never as fast as a single man." Renault sat wearily against the wall of the Psychic Tower, "I've been galloping for a day, my horses are exhausted on the road, and the legion is still far behind me. ”

Farbanks sighed, patted Renault on the shoulder and said nothing, throwing in his help to the other soldiers.

Suddenly, the undead intensified their attack on the soldiers, and in an instant, more than a dozen soldiers were dragged into the undead, and their screams were endless.

Flush Banks was furious, and he roared as he squeezed the depleted Light energy in his body to support the soldiers. However, the undead of the Scourge were like locusts, overwhelming them and surrounding them.

The defense line formed by the soldiers was torn apart in an instant, and one by one the soldiers were quickly dragged away by the undead. Dry bones and arms mixed with fleshy hands reached out to Fairbanks.

In desperation, Fairbanks couldn't help but ask for help from old Mograine in the middle of the battlefield.

"Mograini! Help us!! ”

At the same time, Renault quickly hid in the army of the undead behind him.

The Ash Messenger in the hands of old Mograine, the undead who had just forced back the attack heard his advisor's plea for help, and he turned his head to see that Fairbanks had been dragged down by a group of undead. His advisors are frantically using the holy light spells in their hands that may be extinguished at any time to shock the undead who have captured them.

"Fairbanks! Hold on! ”

As if they had been discussed, several huge heads of abomination surrounded old Mograini with undead soldiers again, and he could only watch as his advisors were completely overwhelmed by the undead.

"Fuck off! Filthy undead! Get out of me! Fairbanks screamed as he tried to get up from the ground, and several undead were pressing down on him, and they had no intention of killing Fairbanks.

Suddenly, Fairbanks saw Renault standing indifferently not far away! To his utter surprise, none of the undead attacked him!!!

"Help us, Renault! Help your father, kid! Falbanks, who had fallen to the ground, had a bruise on his forehead, and he stretched out his hand to Renault, who was standing aside.

Renault just gave him a cold look, still standing still looking at old Mograini, who was fighting in the middle of the battlefield. As if they hadn't seen him, the surrounding undead pounced on Old Mograini in the distance!

Fairbanks' heart instantly cooled, and he seemed to understand something. But soon, a blunt object struck him in the back of the head.

One heavy object after another weighed on his body, and in his unconscious consciousness, he could still hear the sound of slashing and fighting in his ears, and the sound of steel colliding.

The voices that made him terrible.