The key to defeating the enemy is to anticipate the enemy's first opportunity, and since Lothar knew that the best ambush place on the road was the Sodoril Bridge, he naturally made preparations early.

If the dreadnought, with only 30% of the force, could rely on Lothar alone to turn the tide, then they would have to do nothing, otherwise the current situation would be the same, breaking the bridge and blocking the enemy, desperate.

However, it is not so serious, Lothar knows that the flashpoint of the disaster is in Andorhar, and in its current form, the county of Talon may have fallen, but continuing east to the Kaulin junction and the hand of Tyre, the situation in these two areas will definitely be a little better, because the griffon rest place over there is still running, and there are letters to confirm the situation.

And Lothar is not worried about the seventy percent of the dreadnought legions led by Tulayan in the rear and the refugees of the Hearthvale, the broken bridge itself is a reminder, and the seventy percent of the warriors of the dreadnought are enough to defeat the remaining undead on that side.

At that time, Tulayan will decide to repair the bridge slowly, or go back to the royal city of Lordaeron with refugees, and bring more reinforcements over, which will be a good choice.

Now, they only need to break out of the encirclement of the undead, or completely wipe out the army of the undead in front of them, and they can deliver the healing potion to the various gathering places in the Stratholme district.

At this time, Lothar launched a charge against the huge carrion dragon, and what was really difficult for their army was these high-level undead troops, skeletons and ghosts, and other undead spirits, who were not even as good as the earth chickens and dogs in front of his golden sword.

With that, Lothar had already launched the attack first, and he swung his sword to release a golden sword light that went straight to the head of the carrion dragon.

The sword light slashed at the rotten flesh of the carrion dragon, and immediately stirred up a puff of black smoke, almost like a flame burning on butter, and began to purify the undead power in the body of the carrion dragon, wanting to restore it back to a dragon corpse.

The carrion immediately grabbed its face in pain, grabbed a disgusting pile of rotten flesh, revealing the red bones underneath, and then let out another roar at Lothar.

Lothar's face changed drastically, not because of anything else, but because of the foul smell that came to his face, he felt like he was about to be suffocated.

However, with a flash of golden flame on the Excalibur, the influence of those death breaths was isolated, and Lothar immediately drove his horse to the right, and a huge dragon claw slapped on his left side.

Lothar immediately swung his sword without hesitation and slashed at the left forearm of the dragon claw of the rotting corpse dragon, the blade entered the flesh, but was blocked by the dragon bone, but a large piece of rotten flesh on the dragon's arm was immediately cut off by the sharp blade.

But Lothar's face was extremely ugly, and the feeling of the attack made him goosebumps all over his body, it didn't feel like he was slashing on meat, but it was more like a sword looking into a mess of mud hidden in hard stones, making him feel like he had chopped something disgusting.

However, disgusting to disgusting, the effect of his attack was very remarkable, I saw that one of the dragon claws of the carrion dragon was immediately burned and melted by the golden holy flame attached to it, and the connection of the left arm of the carrion dragon fell off like a melted candle, and the dragon arm returned to a normal pool of rotten flesh keel when it landed.

"Roar!"

The carrion dragon, which had lost an arm, let out that hoarse roar again, and with a swing of its body, it flicked its tail fiercely and whipped it towards Lothar.

Lothar's face changed drastically, and he instantly judged that he could not avoid this swift blow, but the next moment he showed a fierce face, and swung his sword like a reckless man to meet it head-on.

"Your grandmother's is just a bigger undead, and she dares to commit murder in front of me!"

With this in mind, Lothar's great royal sword slashed at the tail of the dragon slashed by the carrion dragon, and it was still the same terrible feeling of slashing on rotten flesh.

However, this bad feeling was fleeting, only to hear a "ding", the blade of the sword made contact with the keel, and Lothar's arms shook, and immediately felt a strong force, swept over.

However, this feeling also disappeared in an instant, and at this time, Lothar spontaneously gave birth to a feeling like cutting a bone knife and cutting a cow's bones, and the thick dragon tail in front of Lothar's eyes suddenly disappeared, revealing the scene of the forest behind him, and a sudden sense of refreshment was born in his heart.

"This is the advantage of Excalibur!" With this thought, Lothar had just stopped his horse when he heard the roar of pain from the Rotting Dragon, and he immediately prepared to ride his horse back and chase after the victory, but the remaining undead around him immediately pounced, obviously intending to buy time for the Rotting Dragon.

Lothar had no choice but to give up his plans, but as soon as he had such a thought, he heard a familiar voice.

"Phalanx, silver arrow volley, priest, use the Holy Fire quickly and create an opportunity for the marshal!"

I saw that the regular rain of arrows in the sky fell on both sides of Lothar, and the divine thunder and flames followed closely behind, clearing a path for Lothar to take advantage of the victory.

"Thanks, old man. Lothar was grateful for the help of old Ryder, and he quickly charged again, and this time he was targeting the dragon's belly, ready to send the carrion dragon to a disembowelment, and the holy flame burned its body.

The war horse galloped, Lothar raised his sword and slashed, and the great royal sword immediately slashed into the dragon's belly, and under the momentum of the war horse, a long crack was pulled.

The disgusting rancid juice poured out suddenly, and Lothar's face turned black, and she didn't dare to stop at all, wishing that the war horse under her crotch would have two more legs, so that she wouldn't be doused by the disgusting rotten juice.

As soon as he thought of this, the grip of the sword in his hand was empty, and Lothar thought at first that he had completed the disemboweling slash, but then immediately noticed that it was the rotting dragon he had injured standing up.

The golden body of the holy flame stretched from the belly of the carrion dragon to its chest, and disgusting rancid juice gushed out, as if it wanted to extinguish the holy flame, but in fact it looked more like adding fuel to the fire.

The carrion began to struggle in pain, but the fire of the tarsal bones burned all over its body in an instant, and the carrion let out a last cry of relief and began to fall freely.

And under it, Lothar, who had just slowed down, changed his face greatly, and immediately urged his horse, wanting to speed forward and run.

However, at some point, some skeleton soldiers with only the upper body had already hugged the legs of the horses, and their speed was immediately slowed down.

Seeing the huge dragon corpse crushing like a Tarzan crushing the top, Lothar immediately jumped into his horse, and slapped his sword on the falling huge dragon head.

The golden flame burst out suddenly, and the dragon's head fell to the ground, raising a puff of golden dust, and Lieutenant Ryder, Lothar's old adjutant, his face sank like water, and immediately commanded the army to kill him against the shield array.

But he soon realized that his worries were unnecessary, and he heard a foul scolding from the golden dust.

"Bah,,, it's smelly and disgusting!"