"Old friend, rest well, leave everything to me. ”

As Tulayan tried to use the power of the Light to revive his brother, Lothar whispered these words to the unrecognizable, unconscious Tirio, who had already learned from the mouth of young Tyran Fordin.

A band of shadow ghosts that can obscure the sky and the sun have attacked Hearthvale, sucking the souls of the living and taking their lives, as if trying to make up for their own lost lives.

It was Tirio who led his Holy Light disciples to rely on the power of the Holy Light and the location of the Basilica of the Holy Light, and persevered until the arrival of their rescue.

Tyran said that it was not entirely certain whether the large group of ghosts were naturally generated or that an evil being was controlling all of this, but Lothar was already certain at this time that there was definitely such an evil being or force behind all this.

Every move of their dreadnought legion was under the watchful eye of the other party, otherwise why would the other party have withdrawn first before they arrived.

However, he knew that he could not do anything, ghosts were not terrible, they could be easily purified by using blessed weapons, or weapons dipped in holy water (pure water used for prayer in churches), but their terrible thing was that they came and went without a trace, without a trace.

Speaking of scouts alone, Lothar can hardly think of anything better than these ghosts, they may be hanging far in the air behind your army, or they may be hiding in a rock or a tree in the path of your army, anyway, if one side can have a group of ghosts as scouts for intelligence, it will be almost invulnerable.

Almost every qualified general knows the truth of knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent and not being defeated in a hundred battles, and the movements on his side have been completely grasped by the other party, Lothar immediately became a little helpless, and he finally understood why after so long, the countries of their alliance could hardly obtain any information.

The disaster area is full of people's eyes, and when they go there, everyone knows that it is strange to be able to find information.

Looking back, Lothar estimated that even the only piece of information, the culprit of this plague, was an orc, and it was all deliberately released by the enemy.

The purpose is naturally to make the alliance distrust the tribe and make it impossible for the tribe to interfere in what is happening here.

I have to say that the other party's strategy was very successful, and the supreme leaders of the alliance countries did prevent Izzy, the great chieftain of the tribe, from participating in this matter.

And now, on their own, they can defeat such an enemy who knows almost everything, and who knows nothing about themselves?

Lothar felt that he had never fought such a difficult and terrible battle after living for so long, but no matter how terrible it was, no matter how difficult it was, he had to persevere.

Further east, there are three important refugee settlements, namely Talon County, the Hand of Tyre, and the most prosperous and important city in eastern Lordaeron, Stasom.

Regardless of whether the plague has affected these three settlements or not, the healing potions must be delivered, and Lothar thought to himself, Stratholm's current situation should be fine, because the main outbreak point of the plague is within the area of Andorhar Town, and Stratholm is very far away, but the situation in Daron County is not easy to say.

Thinking of this, Lothar felt anxious, but the current situation in Hearthvale, he couldn't ignore it, leaving these refugees, and the Tirio family here, was tantamount to sending them back to the tiger's mouth, Lothar estimated that they would walk on the front foot, and those shadow undead on the back foot would come to attack again, and at that time, there would be a lot of life here!

After thinking about it, Lothar realized that he had only one choice, and that was to take everyone with him and continue to move east, preferably to settle the refugees, and Stratholme was the best choice.

However, it takes time for the infected refugees to recover after drinking the potion, and he is really worried about the situation in Talon County, so Lothar thinks about it and decides to take the risk and divide the army.

Speaking from the heart, when Lothar made this decision, he was also empty-hearted, he was betting, betting that if the unknown enemy knew that they divided their forces, they would most likely attack the dreadnought army that divided their forces, but the other party was not really omniscient.

It was also a trap he had set, and they didn't know that their individual strength could withstand thousands of troops, at least in the face of evil.

Saving people is like fighting fire, Lothar immediately carried out his plan to divide his troops, he asked Tulayan to escort the refugees in Hearthvale with seventy percent of the soldiers of the Dreadnought, and he himself set off with thirty percent of the soldiers to Talon County, he hoped that he would see a lifeless scene in Talon County that was different from that of Andohar.

Soon, he came to the Sodolil River, which divides the two places, crossed the Sodolil Bridge, and officially entered the Stratholm district.

Lothar's palms holding the reins of the horse were full of sweat, whether the other party would step into his trap, this bridge is the best ambush point, the best opportunity, Lothar prayed, the other party must come!

Their sparse army had all ascended the bridge, and Lothar saw that the sky had darkened, a black cloud obscured the sun, and black shadows peeking out of the ground in the woods on the banks of their front and back, some of them ghosts, others of skeletal soldiers.

A smile of joy appeared on Lothar's face, and he shouted loudly: "Young men, do according to the plan, form a shield formation behind the bridge, and leave the front to me, you must protect my back!"

"Yes, Marshal!" the warriors of the Dreadnought Legion laughed in reply to their marshal's words, even though their form was extremely dangerous at this time.

Outnumbered, they were besieged, but with the lions of Azeroth here, they were not afraid.

Lothar drew his great royal sword and looked at the army in front of the bridge, countless undead looked at him without moving, while Lothar's face sank, those undead were once the people of the Alliance, some of them were once alive and some of them were resurrected, but they were now undead.

"This is an unforgivable crime!"

Lothar's voice landed, and the great royal sword immediately responded to the will of his master, and the golden flames suddenly erupted, clinging to the sword body, and some kind of phantom also appeared on Lothar's body surface, slowly becoming larger, like the phantom of Lothar himself, standing up to the sky, like a god descending to earth!

"Evil will be purified, and you will find peace!"

Lothar said simple words, but like a lion's roar, it resounded through the sky, and he launched a fearless charge against thousands of troops and horses on one horse!