The resurrected dragon was lit into a huge bonfire, the golden flame scorched the undead power in his body, and the innocent dragon finally found its own rest again.

At this time, behind Lothar was the dragonbone as firewood, and the monstrous flame was blazing, and against this background, he looked like a holy and benevolent god, but the benevolent god was angry in the next moment.

With a swing of Lotharti's sword, a surging sword light of holy flame fell on those undead, splitting them into bones and scattering their souls to peace.

"Boom!" A horse crowed, and Lothar's partner suddenly rushed to his side, Lothar immediately raised his hand and touched the horse's neck, and a dashing spin on the horse turned into an unstoppable mobile fortress again, killing in and out of the army of the undead.

"Dreadnought Legion! Follow in the footsteps of our marshal!"

Old Ryder let out an uplifting cry just right, which immediately boosted the morale of the dreadnought legion, and the human warriors waved their weapons and began to harvest the remaining undead.

They set up three shield arrays, marched in unison in the direction of the undead army, roared one step at a time, and pressed up with a rainbow of momentum.

The army of the undead, who did not know what they were afraid of, of course did not take them seriously, and immediately slammed into each other, and the two armies immediately clashed together, like a black wave hitting a silver reef.

In the end, the reef was solid, the tide was broken, and the army of the undead was gradually cleared, and Lothar immediately felt abnormal as she looked at the scene in front of her.

Although these undead are said to be cannon fodder, they are still very considerable in number, but now that they have lost the game, so in fact, they can't actually fight to the death with the dreadnought army like this, and the commander of the undead army in the dark can completely leave a part of the undead army after it is broken, and the rest retreat into the jungle.

So what caused the other person not to do this?

Lothar pondered the question, was the other side on the wrong side of the command, or did the other side simply not care about the loss of these cannon fodder, or did they have to do it for some reason?

"Could it be that they are stalling for time?" Lothar immediately felt that this was the case.

"Maybe the local defenders of Talon County are still resisting, and these undead want to hold us back and prevent us from supporting them in the first place!"

The more Lothar thought about it, the more he felt that this was the only way to explain the strange behavior of the undead, and if his guess was correct, then the only thing they should do now was to end the battle as soon as possible and rush to their aid.

Knowing what he had to do, Lothar began to swing his sword more wildly, pouring out his anger, hoping that he could be faster, fast enough to prevent the tragedy from happening.

Meanwhile, in the small village of Talongshire, there is a battle of guards going on, the defenders are the local militia guards and a group of paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the undead are naturally attacking them.

"Hold the formation, the shield phalanx closes the gap!" Militia Captain Joseph Redpass shouted in command.

Familiarity with their homeland, they had built three rudimentary fortifications at the entrance south of Talon County, but they were clearly in danger and would not have collapsed at any time.

"There are so many of them, where the hell did they get so many undead. The Silver Hand Paladin Davey Lefal, who fought alongside Joseph, said in confusion as he smashed a skeleton soldier with a hammer.

Joseph did not answer the paladin's question, but he was a little disappointed, because he could see from some indications that the spirits might have come from the tombs on the west side of Talon County, which meant that these spirits were most likely resurrected by relatives buried in the tombs of the people of Talon for generations.

Remembering this fact, Joseph felt his heart twist like a knife, and a mad rage almost drained his mind, and he drew his sword and shield, and struck into a gap, pouring out his anger on the undead.

The sharp sword in his hand scattered the skeleton soldiers in all directions, while the round shield in his other hand was sometimes watertight, and sometimes turned into a heavy blunt weapon, slamming the shield fiercely on the undead.

The undead of this gap in defense were soon cleared by his unrivaled prowes, and Joseph retreated, and his anger turned to grief.

"Please bless my beloved, don't let her face such a cruel fate, and my daughter Pamela, she is so young, I should have given her a better ......"

As soon as Joseph thought of this, he heard the recruits on the wooden arrow tower shouting, "They've retreated!

Paladin Davey exhaled a cloudy breath and said, "Did you hear that? Joseph, you can finally get some rest. ”

Joseph nodded and shouted, "Don't let up, brethren, hurry up and repair the fortifications, they will come back." ”

As he spoke, Joseph was about to let the paladin Davy preside over it for him, but before he could speak, his old friend said in advance: "Okay, you are not needed here, hurry up and see your daughter." ”

Joseph, who was somewhat taciturn, smiled as well, and held up a finger at the paladin, making a gesture that only their friends could understand, meaning "I owe you a drink." ”

Joseph walked back to the village, where the chief had set up a treatment center in the square, where there were infected patients and wounded soldiers, and his daughter Pamela was among them, but she was lucky.

Joseph soon found his daughter, and the little girl was with her wounded uncle, Karin Redpass, and Joseph stepped forward, stroked the little girl's head, and said:

"My dear good daughter, have you taken good care of your uncle?"

Little Pamela heard her father's voice, felt the warmth of the big hand in her head, and immediately replied, "Of course! I take good care of Uncle Carlin, and Uncle Carlin likes to watch my dolls perform the most, right?"

The middle-aged man lying on the hospital bed immediately smiled bitterly and nodded, but his eyes revealed a look of distress, and Joseph laughed in his heart.

"Well done, I have to give you a little reward, kick... Step on... Wow!"

Mimicking the ridiculously flamboyant appearance, Joseph took a rough doll from his waist bag behind him and handed it to his daughter.

Little Pamela immediately took the doll with shiny eyes, and almost jumped for joy.

"Thank you! Daddy, I'm going to give it a name, it's called... Ahem, ahem!"

The excited little Pamela suddenly coughed, and Joseph immediately knelt nervously on one knee, hugged his daughter, and gently patted her back, hoping that she would be more comfortable.

Little Pamela soon got better, but it felt as if she was suppressing her cough.

"Daddy, I'm fine"

Joseph said distressedly: "Good daughter, have a good rest, promise me not to force yourself, okay?"

Little Pamela nodded, and sat down playing with his new doll, and Joseph felt all kinds of emotions almost break his heart, anxiety, anger, and hatred for his powerlessness.

But he couldn't think about it too much, and suddenly there was a sound of a bell ringing in the distance, and Joseph's face changed greatly, it was the alarm bell of the enemy attack. () Warcraft: Immortal Glory has the fastest update speed. I want to talk about "Immortal Glory of Warcraft" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~