"Great Lord, the undead have rushed out of town! As we spoke, the gnolls sped up digging the graveyard, and the newly excavated corpses were being resurrected by them! ”

Scarface rode his horse and rushed in from the direction of the town of Gallen to report his information. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Now he's the leader of a scout team.

"Thank you, brave soldier." High Lord Mograini bowed his head slightly, and then he said to Locke, "Alright, Locke, it seems that those Scourge monsters want to fight us to the death!" ”

At the foot of the hill, the soldiers had assembled, and the Grand Lord was at the head of the line with Locke.

The Great Lord gently pulled the reins of the warhorse, and the warhorse turned its head obediently, and the High Lord Mograini stood opposite the troops.

Locke looked at the big lord with a serious face, on the eve of the big battle, the big lord wanted to boost the fighting spirit of the soldiers again.

"Soldiers! The town ahead was our land in Lordaeron, but now they are overrun by the evil Scourge monsters who are digging up the bones of our people! Desecrate their corpses! Disturb their long sleep! Let them fall into eternal misery! Now they are trying to control the bones of our people so that they can attack us! ”

"Soldiers! Knights! Raise our weapons and put our armor in order! We will fight to the end! Die without regrets! ”

"For the sake of the people who have suffered! For Lordaeron! ”

High Lord Mograini clutched the reins in one hand and held the Ember Messenger aloft in the other, his face resolute and his eyes resolute.

In his hands, the Ashbringer glowed holy.

"For Lordaeron!" Locke took the opportunity to raise his Omen Sword and shouted.

"For Lordaeron!" The soldiers behind him chanted over and over again.

The three thousand men of the Second Legion stood in several rows at the foot of the hill, each with a feverish glint in their eyes, screaming.

"Bump! Touch! Touch! They struck their shields with a deafening sound that echoed through the woods of Tirisfar, and Locke was startled by the formation.

He only felt that something in his blood was awakened, and a strong sense of excitement welled up from it.

"Offensive !!"

The Grand Lord, Mograini, rushed out first.

"Offensive !!"

Locke followed, charging towards the gallons!

All the soldiers of the 2nd Regiment rushed with shouts.

At the head of the line were a number of knights, who formed a cross-sectional line, and charged behind the High Lord and Locke, one by one.

The sound of galloping horses' hooves resounded in Locke's ears like war drums, and the lightning under Locke's step became excited, and it followed closely the leading horse in front of him.

Unlike the sound of galloping horses' hooves, the armoured Crusader infantrymen, holding their shields and weapons in their hands, roared and ran with all their might.

The sound of armor grinding was continuous, and even this could not suppress the howling of the soldiers.

The weight of these soldiers, plus their armor, is 300 pounds to say the least, and with their current state of running with all their strength, they can only run hundreds of meters, and their speed will slowly decay due to exhaustion, until they finally stop their sprint.

Luckily, the Scourge commander wasn't a man with brains, and when the Crusaders charged, the undead poured out of the gallons, filling the deserted farmland like ants in an instant.

The ranks of the Scourge are mixed with a large number of gnolls, and their number seems to be in the thousands, and the largest gnoll clan is less than a thousand.

The Gnolls were originally a rather ignorant humanoid race, sewing together raw materials such as wool, leather, linen, and even silk with rough fishing line, and then crafting colorful tents into their own houses.

And now Locke even saw them make these linen, leather, and wool into battle armor, and wear them all kinds of clothes, quite funny, most of them are about two meters tall, and they stand out in the ranks of the natural disaster, and they gurgle and roar like dogs, and charge towards their side.

They wielded rudimentary weapons in their hands, some of them even holding huge bones of unknown animals, wielding and charging, and a handful of gnolls held human-made weapons, which were also rusty.

Looking at the troops of the Scourge Legion charging in front, Locke's mouth was dry, and in his chest, his heart was beating violently, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

"You can do it! You can do it! You're the leader, what are these minions! Locke's mouth began to babble, this was probably the first time he had participated in such a large battlefield.

He relieved his pressure.

At this moment, from behind the gnolls and undead skeletons of the Scourge Legion, a rain of arrows shot out.

Locke was taken aback, not good, there are archers!

Arrows were hurled from the rear of the Scourge and into the ranks of the Crusaders.

There was a clanging sound, and the sound of arrows falling on the armor sounded as often as rain.

The soldiers all have plate armor suits on them, which doesn't hurt them too much.

Locke breathed a sigh of relief and thought too much to himself.

Occasionally, a soldier's scream or two was heard, and Locke didn't have time to pray to the wounded soldier.

Suddenly, a large ball was ejected from the rear of the Scourge.

One, two, three, four, five,

They went over the heads of the charging knights and into the crusaders who charged behind.

"It's a catapult! The knights will storm this position with me and destroy those catapults! The voice of the Great Lord transposing came from the front.

I'm afraid the Great Lord didn't expect this thing to be here.

Those large red balls shot into the charging soldiers and exploded, red flesh sticking to the surrounding soldiers, and puffs of green light smoke came out of them!

Not good! It's a meat grinder! The Scourge has attacked with the plague!

"Quick! Plug your mouth and nose! Don't let green smoke get into your body! Locke hurriedly shouted on horseback, too late to inform the infantry behind him.

The black line of death of the Scourge has swept over and the blue ocean of life of the Crusaders has collided with each other.

The muffled grunt of the impact and the roar of the undead kept ringing, and the two sides were stirred together.

The Grand Lord Mograini slammed into it first, and with a scream of the first tall and strong kobold, he flew out, overwhelming a large swarm of undead.

The Great Lord waved the Ash Messenger in his hand and slashed at the undead on both sides of the war horse, and the Ash Messenger made a stabbing sound wherever it passed, and countless undead were wiped out by the Holy Light, and they were directly split in half by the Holy Light, emitting a pungent burnt smell.

Locke pulled the reins in his left hand and swung the Omensword in his right hand, and the sacred runes on the sword began to glow with holy light, and he shouted in his mouth as he slashed at the undead who rushed past him.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

He didn't know what to say, but there was a breath in his heart that needed to be vented.

Countless undead were chopped to pieces by him!

A fierce gnoll squeezed over and slashed at Locke with the weapon in his hand.

The thing stood upright, as tall as Locke's lightning, with yellow teeth and blood-red eyes under its dog-like head.

Now it was staring greedily at the plate armor on Locke's body, its arms thick, and in its hands, five furry claws, clutching a broad-edged sword with stains of rust.

"Your armor... Be... It's mine! The gnoll said in a stiff lingua franca.

Locke hurriedly set up the Omen Sword in his hand, blocking its attacks.

"Dang!" Locke blocked with one hand, this seemingly powerful gnoll.

With such a little effort, you can fight with me!? And my armor?

"Get out!" Locke pushed it with one hand, and the gnolls fell back, and Locke slashed down, and the gnolls let out a miserable howl, and it had its sword-holding arm cut off.

Locke didn't have time to mend the knife, he was surrounded by the undead around him, more than a dozen undead surrounded the lightning, pulling the lightning and his legs and feet, and the cloak behind his back seemed to have been grabbed by the undead, and a huge pulling force was dragging him.

The Omen's Sword emitted a golden holy light, and Locke slashed left and right, and with the bonus of the Boss Template and Base Level, Locke could slash an undead warrior to death with a single sword, and he even reached the same state of mowing grass as the High Lord held the Ember Bringer.

But there are too many undead around, and if you die, you will make up for another one, but this is also the characteristic of the Cataclysm Legion, the tactics of the sea of people, and countless paladins were pulled off their horses like this and died in the hands of the undead tide.

Locke looked up.

In front, the Grand Lord Mograini was still wielding the Ember Messenger left and right, and from time to time there was a dazzling holy light, and the knight of the old silver hand was still fighting towards the meat grinder in front of him.

The knights who were originally following him and the Great Lord also struggled, and some of them were even pulled off their horses and fought in the army of the undead.

There was a sudden whistling sound in the wind, and Locke looked up, and a huge red ball was flying to his side!

Not good!

The undead have made this the main attack location for the meat grinder!

The commander of the Scourge's legion probably saw these knights on horseback and the dazzling holy light!

Locke hurriedly shouted, "Cover your mouth and nose, there's a plague bomb from the undead!" ”

From his backpack, he pulled out a scented handkerchief and tied it to his nose with one hand.

The ball of flesh exploded in the pile of undead not far from Locke, and countless undead fell in place, green smoke wafting up.

Locke's pupils shrank, can even the undead be poisoned?!

"Quick! Move closer to the Great Lord and go and kill those plague carts first! He shouted to the knights around him, and the knights also consciously moved closer to the high lord Mograine, but there were too many undead.

In the air, a rain of arrows and meat grinders from the Scourge began to attack indiscriminately, and the Crusaders had already been fighting with the Scourge Legion.

Countless undead were attacked by their own ranged troops, their skulls shattered, and the soul fire escaped and dissipated into the air.

The Crusader soldiers also began to take damage from their bows and arrows, and they no longer had the energy to block the damage of their bows and arrows.

Locke drove the lightning forward with great effort, and the lightning under his crotch suddenly screamed, and when Locke turned around, there were two skeletons behind him who were pulling the lightning tail.

Lightning kept pushing back on his hind legs, trying to kick the undead away.

In the distance, several knights were dragged off their horses, and the situation was a bit critical.

Locke gritted his teeth, it seems that he can't do it without a big move!

But I'm afraid I'm going to be impotent if I use it.