The hand of Tyr was dead silent, the town had once been bustling, and when the plague began to spread, the old knights of the city were able to resist the bone sticks.

Until now that the war between the two armies began, Kel'thugad sent Hilgei Lavendre to carry out a clean-up mission here.

The so-called clean-up is naturally to turn Tyr's Hand into a plague section.

Hilgay Lavendre was once a member of the Mage Dalaran, and he was an outlier among the Mages of Dalaran, while other mages were obsessed with arcane energy and elemental summoning, while he was only interested in poisons, microbes, and modified animals.

The Council of Dalaran was annoyed by his misfits, and might have expelled him from the Council if it weren't for his talent for curse-like dark magic.

Of course, Hilgai was well aware of the council's resentment against him, but the superficial arcane energy was worthless in his eyes.

"Arcane magic is powerful, but what can a magician do when he has consumed all his mana? Poison is different, it can work at any time, anywhere, and only a stupid council would consider it heretical. ”

Although the parliament has no excuse to restrict Hilgei's research, they secretly put all kinds of obstacles in the way of Hilgei's research.

Unable to bear it any longer, Hilgai had to leave Dalaran for Andorhar, where a sudden plague was taking place, and it was exactly what Hilgai was interested in.

When Hilgai was in Andohar trying to study the plague in order to find a cure for this terrible disease, Kel'thugad found him. To this former colleague, Hilgai was only polite, because he knew very well that the initiator of this plague was the man in the strange black robe in front of him.

Faced with Hilgei's cold tone, Kel'thugad was not angry, he opened a portal and invited Hilgai to go with a smile.

He hesitated, but Hilgai walked through the portal anyway. A perfect laboratory appeared in front of Hilgai, where countless black-robed people were busy working, and strange creatures roamed in the next cultivation room.

"Where is this?"

"This is your future laboratory, are you satisfied? No one interferes with your research, no one limits your talents, no one kills your passion! ”

"Well... Very nice place, so what are the conditions? ”

"Join the Church of the Damned, this plague is not something you can stop alone, instead of becoming its last victim, why don't you join me to create a new plague, isn't poison your favorite? By the way, you can also take revenge on the stupid Dalaran Council that despises you so much. ”

"Sounds tempting, but can I think about it?"

"Of course, my friend, you have a day," Kel'thugad smiled eeriely, "and the future is up to you. ”

The second half of the sentence was so light that no one else heard that night that Hilgei Lavendre died in his home in Andorhar, and the plague consumed his life and gave him a new life.

In the new laboratory, Hilgei was busy working, and new plagues were born in his hands.

Not only humans, but also the flora and fauna of the region fell victim to the plague, and thanks to Hilgai's masterpiece, the surrounding area of the kingdom of Lordaeron is now known as the "Plague Land", so the purpose of his appearance in the hands of Tyr is self-evident.

When he saw those familiar cauldrons of plague, Lu Li knew that the one sent by the Scourge Legion this time was Hilgay Lavendre.

Although he has not undergone the Lich Transformation Ritual, Hilgai Lavendre is obviously not to be taken lightly, in fact, he is more difficult than almost all Lichs, and his attainment in poison is extremely admired and feared by Lu Li, after all, Lu Li is also an expert in the study of poisons.

"May the Light be with me......" a dozen paladins were praying.

They will be led by Tirio Fording as sharp knives into the town, and then the others will follow behind to cover the scene.

The Scourge weren't very well defended, but they were dead, not tired, they didn't need to rest, and they roamed the town all day long, and Lu Li and Tirio Fording had to give up their plans to sneak in and rescue the captives first.

The paladin held a hammer and rode on the horses of the ironclad guards, charging forward in silence.

And the undead who emerged from the town were even more silent than they were.

The holy light appeared on the warhammer, shining brighter and brighter, illuminating a large area around it, and this dazzling light seemed to cause great damage to the undead, black smoke rose from their bodies, and some of them had already turned into dust before they could reach the paladin.

A giant stitching monster appeared in front of him, and he threw the chain in his hand and hooked it at the paladin on his horse.

The Stitching Monster, also known as Abomination, is a powerful ground combat unit of the Scourge, made by the Cult of the Damned through dark magic using various corpse pieces stitched together, with a certain amount of magic resistance, excellent defense and hand-to-hand combat ability, and does not move slowly like the Stitch Giant.

The wizards of the Cult of the Damned have packed these tonnage monsters with plagues and maggots, and in the heat of battle, the abomination can swallow deadly larvae and emit the plague gas of death.

Even when the Abomination is about to be killed, they can still activate the self-detonation device on their body, allowing these creepy crawlies to reach every corner.

And the abomination that Lu Li saw was the latest version of the high-end goods, he could use the iron hook in his hand to pull the long-distance enemy units to his side, and once he got close, even the Paladin's life was in danger of being stronger than the abomination.

The paladin was no longer young, with gray hair and beard, and wrinkles on his forehead.

He didn't panic at this moment, he quickly muttered a few syllables in his mouth, and then his whole body was shrouded in golden light, the iron hook returned in vain, and before the huge stitching monster could retract his iron hook, the two paladins suddenly changed lanes halfway, their speed was very fast, and they rushed past the stitching monster like lightning.

The hammer smashes into the Stitcher's body, knocking it out directly.

Flesh, plague, and maggots splattered everywhere, but none of them could contaminate the paladin's body, and the holy light shrouded in their bodies smashed and burned them to the ground, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.

Sure enough, it is worthy of the hand of silver!

Lu Qian sighed, on the other hand, looking at the current player paladin, not to mention such an understatement kill, it is obvious that at least the stitching monsters of the quasi-boss template, they can't even fight on horses.

However, the performance of the NPC Paladins greatly encouraged the player Paladins.

It was as if they saw a glorious future for the profession, and these people had always believed that paladins were a great profession.

Now, they were following behind and charging on their horses, and even if they couldn't participate in the battle, they added endless power to at least a dozen Silver Hand Paladins, and it looked like thousands of Paladins were charging.

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