Chapel of the Light's Wish, Tiriofodin stands in front of the door looking out at the cloudy sky.

"It's going to rain!" Old Verding said to himself.

"yes, it's going to rain! I don't know what's going on with the Hand of Tyr! Is there anything wrong with that girl in Abydis? Tirio, we're a little sorry for our old friends! Duke Nicholas Schellenhof said, standing beside Old Verding.

Old Verding let out a sigh of relief and said, "Your Excellency, don't worry too much. A scout has just reported that Abydis has been taken away by the prince of Sindore, Quelsala, and that the Crusaders of the Hand of Tyr have all retreated! ”

"And what about the people of Avalon?"

"It's a pity that all the crusaders and civilians of Avalon have died!" "We need to prepare now for a natural scourge to strike here. Reinforcements from the Horde have arrived, as have the Lady of Rhine of Cenario and the shaman Remlat Breaker. You entertain them here first, and I'll go to Stratholme to find out the situation, and by the way, inquire about the Union army. ”

"Don't worry, we'll leave it to you, but you have to come back as soon as possible, you're indispensable here!" Duke Nicholas Schellenhoff said.

Old Verding glanced at the chapel, where the dilapidated wooden house was crumbling under the pressure of the dark clouds, and even after being repaired, it was still vulnerable. Despite the many reinforcements, Old Verding feared that the Chapel would be breached by the Alsatian Scourge and that the corpses of the heroes of the Forefathers would be desecrated.

The Fallen Ember Bringer sits quietly in the center of the chapel, and at all moments the light flows through it, trying to purify the shadows above. However, many days have passed, and the Ember Bringer is still in a shadow state.

Old Verding shook his head, patted his horse's buttocks, and ran out, meeting Darien Mograini with the scattered members of the Knights of the Silver Hand to the chapel.

"Great Lord, it's great to see you here! These are the members of the Silver Hand Knights scattered everywhere, and they also want to do something for Lordaeron. Dalyan Mograini said to Old Fordin.

Old Ferdin's look at the familiar faces of the people brought by Dalyan Mograini reminded him of the excitement of fighting against the orc invasion with Uther.

"Excellent! Brothers, now is the time when you are most needed! Arthas - our former prince, now with his lackeys wants to desecrate the halls of heroes once again. We will take up the war hammer in our hands and smash the scum that dares to desecrate the remains of heroes! Old Verding said loudly to the members of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"For the Light!" All the knights shouted with their hammers in their hands.

"Dalyan, you take these warriors to the chapel first, Duke Nicholas will entertain them, I have something to go to the tribal camp outside Stratholme now!" Old Verding gave Dalyan a few words, and continued to hurry towards Stratholme.

Sick Wood, Rivendell stood here with Kurdila, Sassarian and the others, waiting for the best time to attack the chapel.

Rivendell stood in the middle of the line, with Curdila and Sassarian on his heels, slightly half a step behind. Scourge Air Force Commander Saranor hovers in the air on a skeletal griffin, directing flying units such as gargoyles and frost dragons.

"Lord Baron, when will we attack, my rune sword is already hungry and thirsty!" Sassari soothed the runic sword in his hand and asked Rivendell.

"Wait, Thassarian, you won't be disappointed today! They gathered a lot of elites this time! Rivendell said, "It's sure to make you have a good fight!" ”

"Elite? The stronger the opponent, the sharper my sword will be! Kurdila, you feel the same way, don't you? Sasarian asked, looking at Kurdila.

"Of course! I will use my sword to help my master fulfill his wish! Kurdila said, "Your Excellency, give the order!" The brothers are waiting anxiously! ”

Rivendell glanced back at the Death Knights standing behind him, silence and indifference revealing infinite murderous intent.

"Wait! Wait until the rain falls, and we're on the offensive! The rain contains a plague virus that can weaken their fighting power! "We have to fight to live up to our master's expectations!" ”

When Sasarian and the others heard Rivendell's intentions, they all stood silently, and even the death horse under his crotch did not make a sound. The entire Knights of the Black Blade stood still like statues, and from a distance, it was a painting in black tones!

In the Western Plaguelands, Salorion led the army of the Forsaken on a rampage to the shores of Lake Daron Mill.

"My lord, the sound of battle is coming from ahead! It's the human army that is battling the Scourge! The Scourge boss is Gadin, the necromancer of the ruins of Keldaron! "Scouts come and report.

"Alliance? Surely they are here to help the chapel too! Brothers, rush over and clean up the scourge! Salorion drew his sword and ordered the Forsaken army to advance.

After a fierce battle, with the cooperation of the Forsaken and the Alliance, the Scourge of the Psychic Academy was defeated. The leader of the Dominating Academy, with the exception of the necromancer Gardin, who took advantage of the chaos to escape, was all eliminated.

Afterwards, the Union and the Horde quickly rushed to the chapel.

Outside the Chapel of Light's Wishes, Horde and Alliance forces are setting up tents to be set up before the rain falls.

Under the command of Nicholas and Maxwell, the construction work was carried out in an intense and orderly manner. Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning in the sky, and a torrential rain fell.

"Brothers, hurry up, there's still a little left to build!" Garrosh kept erecting the fallen crossbar in his hand and shouted at the soldiers.

"Commander! Emergency! Bane shouted in the distance.

"What's going on? Did the Scourge strike? Garrosh asked.

"There was a problem with the rain! Most of the fighters were all sluggish after being drenched in the rain and pumped out! Bane said.

"Is there any help?" Garrosh asked.

"High Priest Aurora is using Holy Light for healing, and the Great Apothecary of the Forsaken is researching potions. According to them, the rain contains natural disasters and plagues, and it is contaminated with essential infections! Bane said, handing a bottle full of yellow liquid to Garrosh, and said, "This is the only remaining stock of potions of the pharmacist, you drink it, save your strength, and the great war is coming!" ”

Garrosh opened his mouth and drank the yellow potion, the unpleasant smell that made him want to vomit.

"Can't this group of pharmacists make the taste more palatable?!" Garrosh yelled, "Bastard! "Swallow the potion with a hard wriggling throat!

"Hah! You talk to the undead about taste?! It's either you're crazy or I'm crazy! Bane laughed.

Sick Wood Forest, looking at the lightning in the sky, feeling the coldness of the rain. Rivendell's scarlet eyes glowed twice, and he looked excitedly in the direction of the chapel, as if he had seen Buddha fall at his feet.

Rivendell drew his sword, and shadow energy overflowed. He plunged his sword into the icy ground, instantly summoning countless skeletons underneath, all kinds of creatures!

Looking at the monster he had summoned, Rivendell nodded in satisfaction, then raised his sword and shouted, "Soldiers of the Scourge Legion! The Death Knights of Acherus! Servants of Darkness! Obey my call and wake up! Blood stained the sky red, and the Lich King was in charge of us. Advance! You who wake up will bring destruction, leaving ashes and pain in your wake! ”

After hearing Rivendell's impassioned speech, Thassarian and Kurdila rushed out first, and all the Death Knights screamed, brandished the rune swords in their hands, and drove the death horses under their crotches to quickly rush towards the chapel!

The Chapel, the Alliance and the Horde heard it! All the soldiers took up their arms, and even the soldiers of the plague stood strong.

Duke Nicholas Schellenhoff, riding on his standing horse, holding his war hammer, shouted: "Warriors! Let the monsters of the Scourge taste the sharpness of our weapons! ”

"For the Alliance!"

"For the Horde!"

"For the glory of Sindore!"

All the soldiers bravely rushed towards the natural disaster, and the two sides fought together in an instant!

(End of chapter)