From time to time, the middle of the Haru Gorge is filled with the sounds of fighting, and a group of Crusader soldiers are battling the free-will undead who occupy the ruins of Lordaeron. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

"You filthy monsters! Invaded our homeland, and are still hurting my soldiers! Get the hell out of here! The sergeant was sprinting through the hordes of the undead, and around him the soldiers were already fighting the undead.

The sergeant held a shield in his left hand to block the slash of an undead soldier, and his one-handed sword in his right hand slashed at the body of the forsaken on the opposite side, and one of his arms was directly chopped off. The Forsaken was expressionless, as if it wasn't his arm, and he staggered backwards to dodge the fatal blow the sergeant looked at the head.

The sergeant continued to charge forward with this force, kicking the undead with a kick, then stomping on his head and pinning him to the ground, raising his one-handed sword and stabbing him in the head.

During the battle against the Scourge Legion, the soldiers learned that slashing other parts had no effect on the undead, and that only a blow to their heads could kill them completely.

The same is apparently true of these forsaken, whose weakness is also the head.

The sergeant looked into the eyes of the forsaken on the ground and stabbed the one-handed sword in his hand.

The Forsaken at his feet didn't have much expression, and the sergeant seemed to see relief in his dim eyes, as if he was smiling at the sergeant.

Although the sergeant has doubts, he will not do anything soft-hearted, this is the battlefield!

The one-handed sword stabbed hard above the Forsaken's head, stabbing the skull and piercing the ground.

Before he had time to sigh, the sergeant hurriedly drew his one-handed sword, and another soldier of the Forsaken came and killed him.

The Forsaken had two one-handed axes in his hands, and he wielded them to slash the sergeant.

The sergeant raised his shield to his chest, brandished his one-handed sword in his right hand, and shouted from his mouth. "Hey, hey, look here! Your Uncle Tim is waiting for you, sweetheart! ”

The Forsaken apparently understood the words, and an inexplicable sound came from his mouth as if he were cursing. With a flick of his left hand, the sergeant saw him throw one of his axes.

The axe spun in the air and rushed at high speed towards the sergeant, who tilted his head, and the blade of the sticky blood swept over the sergeant's ear, taking away a few strands of hair.

"That's all you can do? Little! Come and see mine. The sergeant taunted him and suddenly increased his speed, and the flesh and blood power in his body exploded instantly, and he felt the endless power circulating in his body.

The sergeant's body seemed to lighten, and he broke through the gravitational pull of the center of the earth and rushed towards the Forsaken soldier at high speed, pulling a bright silver ray behind him.

The sergeant hid behind his shield and slammed into the Forsaken at great speed.

"Bang!"

A violent crash, accompanied by the sound of shattering bones, came from the point of impact.

The Forsaken flew upside down and landed motionless on the ground in the distance, and the sergeant gasped as he looked at the Forsaken soldier on the ground, ready to end the undead's life.

Another Forsaken undead swooped down, the Forgotten Being, wearing the armor of Lordaeron and a shield on his left hand.

The sergeant spat at the mouthful, and with a hideous grin, he shouted at the undead on the other side, "Come on, scum, see which of us lies down first!" ”

The undead of the Forsaken in armor on the opposite side have no unusual expression. He looked at the sergeant with dim eyes, and said slowly in a low, hoarse voice, "Your soldier can't do it. Staff sergeant! ”

Hearing this, the sergeant turned his head slightly to look at the surrounding form.

The situation was not good, these recruits were completely inferior in the face of the wise undead of the Forsaken, the recruits were frightened by the hideous faces of the Forsaken, and did not perform at all the level of their usual training, and even many of them shrank into a ball and trembled, only a dozen soldiers were unaffected, and they formed a line of defense against other soldiers.

The sergeant was about to do something, but a whistling sound in his ears told him that he was afraid he would not be able to leave.

"Your enemy is me! Non-commissioned officer! The Forsaken soldier in armor rushed forward, raising his one-handed sword and slashing at the sergeant.

The sergeant parried his attack with his shield and pushed it out in an attempt to push the Forsaken soldier away, but he miscalculated. This Forsaken soldier is no worse than him.

The two shields slammed into each other, making a clashing sound.

The sergeant looked into the eyes of the Forsaken soldier across from him through his shield, the shields in their hands wrestling with each other, their feet already stuck in the soft dirt of the ground.

"What the hell are you monster?!" The sergeant asked, blushing.

"I used to be human, but I'm now the Forsaken!" The undead's eyes glowed with a blazing light, "I'm only for Queen Sylvanas!" ”

"Then you take off this damn armor! They belong to Lordaeron! The sergeant gritted his teeth and pushed desperately at the shield in his hand.

"No, it used to be mine, I used to work for this country, but now I only fight for the Queen!" The Forsaken soldier said, leaning against his shield.

The sergeant did not speak, but increased the output of the force in his hand and squeezed forward hard.

The same goes for the Forsaken over there.

The place where the shield touched gradually became higher, and under the interaction of forces, the two of them became more and more difficult.

The sergeant shouted and pushed the shield up hard, and the two of them were pushed away by the shield under the reaction force.

Before they could stand firm, the two fought together again.

Within the confines of this small battlefield, there were also some soldiers who cowered together, holding their heads and dropping their weapons, they were stunned by the sudden battle. The soldiers were not very old, and they still had patches of freckles on their faces. The undead in front of them had only heard from their parents in their bedtime stories when they were children.

Now, what was originally just a legend and story has appeared in front of them.

The impact on their spirits was enormous, and they cried and crouched on the ground.

Corporal Alta was protecting them with five bold recruits, who formed a formation to protect each other's backs.

Strictly speaking, these Forsaken are not as powerful as they think, they are not as well equipped as the Crusaders, they are not trained to be as systematic as the Crusaders, and their bodies are full of weaknesses.

Their bodies have lost their vitality due to flesh and blood, and most of them have become necrotic, and the arms and limbs that can inevitably be broken by powerful slashes will also affect their balance and combat effectiveness.

But there are also advantages, first of all, they do not have pain in the ordinary sense, unless it comes from the spirit. Their flesh and blood are already dead, and ordinary physical injuries do not make them feel pain, which can also make them ignore the negative effects of injuries and other negative emotions. They will take advantage of their opponent's relaxation to complete the counter-kill, and then they only need to find a new arm for the Apothecary to pick up.

"Stand up! Soldier! These undead are nothing special, just like those stakes when you trained! Corporal Alta shouted to the recruits behind her, dodging the slash of one of the undead, pushing him out with her shield before continuing. Think of your loved ones, how they died at the hands of these monsters! ”

"Do you want to hide here cowardly and watch the same enemies who killed your relatives kill you here again?"

"Are you going to continue to hide here and let me, a woman, protect you?! You're no longer children! You joined the Crusaders, you completed your training, and now you are a Crusader soldier! Stand up! Don't lose the glory of the Crusaders! Don't lose your fearless heart as a man! ”

Corporal Alta sideways dodged a long-handled weapon stabbed from the side, and two Forsaken soldiers besieged her in front of her, and to her left and right, two soldiers covering her flank were also besieged by several enemies, and the situation was precarious.

Most of the Forsaken soldiers were targeted here, and it is unknown why they wanted to capture the recruits.

"Phew!"

Corporal Alta raised her shield to block the forsaken again, her left arm aching and she was almost unconscious. The two Forsaken soldiers in front of him were well-informed and coordinated with each other, and Corporal Alta was always dragged to deal with their attacks.

Damn it!

Corporal Arta thought anxiously in his heart, this is not a way, he will soon be dragged out of strength, and the recruits who cover him around him can only barely protect themselves, the child soldiers behind him have been frightened, and he needs to find a way to make these children stand up, otherwise they will die here today.

"Serol!" Corporal Alta rushed not far away, and another corporal, who was besieged by a group of undead warriors, shouted, "Move closer to me!" Hurry up! I need support! ”

Over there, four Forsaken soldiers were besieging Corporal Sherrol, around him several recruits had fallen to the ground, blood staining the ground, and some of the Forsaken soldiers were trying to drag their bodies away, and Corporal Sherrol was holding on to it, trying to stop them.

"Fuck off! Stay away from my soldiers! ”

Corporal Sherrol was holding a two-handed broadsword, the Crusader armor on his body had been cut through the Forsaken, and five headless corpses of the Forsaken lay at his feet.

"These filthy monsters are trying to desecrate the remains of my soldiers! I can't go over! I'm going to guard their bodies! Sherrol heard Alta's shout and shouted at Alta.

"Die! Scumbags! Go back to your hell! Sherrol fended off the attack of one of the Forsaken with his back, his hands gripping the hilt of the greatsword, red energy emerging in his hands, clinging to it. He let out a loud roar and spun around with his broadsword in both hands.

One of the Forsaken was directly beheaded by Corporal Sherrol, who was spinning at high speed, and one of the Forsaken was cut off before he had time to dodge, but he was immediately dragged away by the Forsaken from behind.