The sky was gloomy, and dark clouds were coming in like a mountain of devils. Outside the Holy Light Shield outpost, there are nearly 100,000 natural calamity soldiers standing at this moment. This is an unprecedentedly large army. It's no different from the Scourge that swept through Lordaeron in the first place, the Death Knight...... Arthas, the Lich King, should now be called, and he will personally take it with him to attack the human garrison of Lordaeron.

Hope is so slim that survival becomes a luxury. The guards of the Shield of Light stand on the watchtower, praying for the final light. However, their efforts seem so insignificant at the moment.

The priests walked up to each soldier and poured holy water on them, allowing the pure holy water to pour over their heads, spreading the blessing of the Holy Light to the hearts of each Aegis soldier. This is a powerful spell for Psychic Armor. However, in the face of a large number of undead soldiers, every soldier of the Holy Light Shield knows that today, there is a lot of bad luck, and today, it will be the end of all the guard towers. Death will envelop the land. There is no living, no hope, no light.

"Father, are we going to die?"

A young warrior whispered as he stood beside his father. He was only eighteen years old, and he had just reached the legal age to join the army when his older father sent him into battle. At this moment, the boy asked softly. And in his father's heart, in addition to self-blame, there is also a trace of pride. At least, today, their father and son will fight side by side and die together.

"No, we won't, our bodies may die, but our souls will never be enslaved. Remember, my child, to fight to the end and never compromise! ”

The wrinkled old father replied.

The paladin began to pray. A large number of Scourge soldiers surged outside the outpost, and with each step, the earth seemed to tremble, and with each step, the hope became more and more diminished.

The paladins knelt down, they called and prayed, and after a full set of rituals, their weapons began to glow. It was a golden light, like the scorching sun during the day, and the bonfire at night, illuminating and warming everyone, every soldier.

Today, however, darkness will swallow up all light...... With the roar of the Scourge Legion's meat grinder, this game-like siege begins. It doesn't even look like a siege battle. The Eastern Tower of the Shield of Light is at the forefront of the Scourge invasion. Here, there is no time to wait for reinforcements from Lordaeron and the Alliance, and they will have to face this staggering number of natural disasters alone.

They stood guard beneath the stone tower, their eyes fixed on the army of darkness approaching from all directions. The Lich King didn't even bother to do so, he stood at the back of the legion, watching the clown-like battle as if he were watching a theatrical performance.

Countless severed limbs flew towards the Shield of Light's watchtower. The swollen flesh and severed limbs smashed against the tower, splashing scarlet blood, and the plague-infected corpses were thrown into the tower, exploding through the crowd, poison gas and rotting entrails spilling over the tower platform. The heads of dead warriors were used as cannonballs to strike at the living, crushing their sensitive and fragile nerves. Several of the Order's recruits were immediately frightened. Hiding inside the watchtower, crying in terror......

On the watchtower, the human heavy ballista is also constantly firing large arrows, and the sound is exhausted. Arrows flew from a high place and shot into the zombie army with flames, and they were instantly overwhelmed by a terrifying wave of undead.

"No, it shouldn't be like this!"

Lieutenant of the Knights, Kaudar's eyes widened, and he roared, the warhammer in his hand glowing with dazzling golden light.

The Scourge soldier and the ghoul climbed up, and he smashed a ghoul with a hammer, smashing its skull, and when the black pus and blood splattered out, Kaudar pulled back the hammer and swung it down, smashing the hammer at the undead soldier next to him, and the Scourge soldier who was only a skeleton fell off the watchtower because he couldn't stop the paladin's heavy blow, and his body fell apart and splashed in all directions. The white bones reflected the glittering gold of the paladin's hammer.

Outside the watchtower, dozens of warriors, thieves, and paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand are fighting countless undead soldiers to prevent them from climbing the tower. On the platform at the top of the watchtower, hunters and crossbowmen shot desperately, killing the undead army below the tower as fast as they could. At the bottom of the watchtower, a crypt spider with fangs and a hard carapace slammed into the gate. The sturdy gate of the watchtower creaked as the massive creatures slammed into it, and sawdust and dust fell.

Inside the gate, more than a dozen hoplites were ready to fight to the death.

"There will be fear for the living, and death for the living......"

Outside the watchtower, the Lich Novos whispered. Even if the Scourge troops have not yet entered the tower, their psychic spells are enough to demoralize the enemy troops in the tower.

Several human warriors and priests went crazy under the whispers of the lich. Fear is like a dark claw that has seized their hearts and polluted their souls, and the corruption of the undead spreads and spreads within them. Wherever they go, the lich always seems to find them, and they are living souls. It was as if Novos could see their bright red, beating hearts......

Finally, several human warriors defending the lower level of the watchtower could not hold on, and before the gate of the watchtower was breached, they fell to the ground in pain, and the dark lines appeared from the palms of their hands, gradually spreading to the whole body, they vomited black blood from their mouths, as if they were infected by the plague, and they couldn't wait for their companions to heal, these human warriors who were defeated by the Lich's psychic spell went berserk, raised their weapons, and slashed at their former companions, former comrades.

Inside the watchtower, screams rang out and blood splattered.

Sensing that something was wrong, Kaudal rushed down, and as soon as he reached the bottom of the watchtower, the gate was slammed open, and bloodthirsty and crazy zombies and ghouls poured in. Without any weapons, without wearing any armor, they bite people when they see them, like mad dogs, and the thirteen remaining Silver Hand warriors simply cannot cope with such a scene. Even though he has been blessed by the divine spells of the priest, here, the power of darkness prevails over all......

Clutching his hammer, Kaudar slammed down an oncoming ghoul, his hammer striking again, striking a graceful arc through the air, golden glow falling like tiny dots of light. Flames rose from in front of him, holy flames of holy light, and several undead soldiers immediately stopped. However, this state of affairs did not last long.

When the flames were extinguished, countless undead soldiers and ghouls pounced again. Kaudar is surrounded by bloody zombies and skeletal warriors.

Iron swords and rusty axes kept slashing at him. Kaudar parried sideways, bent down to dodge the slash of the battle axe, the war hammer in his hand struck again and again, and retracted again and again, there were more than a dozen zombies at his feet, but more undead zombies were surrounding...... In desperation, the paladin remembered his youth, when the Elwyn Forest was green and the East Valley Ranch was sunny...... Yes, he's from Stormwind in the south, and now he's dedicated his life to Lordaeron, to this war-torn land......

The lich's mournful voice rang out, and more than a dozen of the resisting human soldiers bled from their orifices, blood spurting out of every hole in their bodies like a water pump......

The Shield of Light has fallen......