As the Scourge intensified, the skies grew grayer and darker, until the final sunset was drowned in endless cold winds and clouds. All around, there is an endless cold wind, and in front of you, there is an endless army of the undead. It's like half of the blue ocean, and it's desperate.

On such a dark battlefield, the rocket rain fired by Lordaeron's archers was like meteors streaking across the sky and falling into a sea of corpses...... There is no real harm at all.

On Lordaeron's side, however, the number of fallen soldiers continued to increase, and many were not killed by the rusty weapons of the Scourge soldiers, but by fear, and in the face of the terrifying army of the undead, they lost their last fighting spirit. The Undead Soldiers, the Abomination of the Scourge, the Meat Grinder, these are not enough to defeat the militia of Lordaeron. What really broke them down and despaired was the Crypt Demons, the underground troops of the Scourge Legion, who had a nervous breakdown when these giant Zerg creatures with eight legs, several pairs of compound eyes, and covered in hard carapaces emerged from the ground.

In the all-round three-dimensional attack in the air, on the ground, and underground, the walls of the city that they were proud of became worthless. A large number of crypt demons emerged from the ground, the earth was torn apart, and hundreds of lives were swallowed in an instant, and some soldiers were bitten in two by the crypt demons before they even had time to escape, and blood flowers and broken internal organs were splashed everywhere, the scene was terrifying, beyond everyone's imagination.

At the same time, the first gate collapsed under the brute force of the abomination of the Catastrophe, and the sawdust and gravel fell on the heads of the defenders, and they saw that behind the dust that was flying up, a huge monster with a huge body and an extremely disgusting look, the abomination sewn up with countless stumps and broken arms had not yet impacted, and the sharp chains swung in, knocking down a whole row of human soldiers, and then hooked up the last soldier, dragged him violently in front of him, and bit the soldier's body in one bite. Blood flowers suddenly squeezed out of the shattered body......

The crowd shouted in horror......

However, Lordaeron was not the only militia group, as veterans of several wars had fought back under the leadership of Ares and Drum.

On the bloody battlefield, the priest sang a hymn of hope, and the Psychic Fire spell fell on each knight, becoming the strongest line of defense in their hearts. At the same time, above the city wall, a brilliant light swept through all the undead on the city wall.

The legend of the Ember Bringer reappears -

In the midst of all the attention, the Ash Messenger danced in a gorgeous arc, it rushed into the crowd like a light, turning a fiery divine storm, and the undead creatures around him fell one after another, almost without resistance, row by row, piece by piece, wherever Ares went, ashes were extinguished, and flames erupted.

The Lordaeron coalition behind them cheered, and they saw that their high lord was almost single-handedly saving the city and the people here. As the massive army of undead surged towards him, the Ember Bringer erupted into a dragon-like roar, and a bright golden light burst from the sword's body, killing hundreds of undead creatures around him in an instant......

With this power, Ares fought his way through the pile of the dead. No undead could stop him, not even the Abomination and the Crypt Demons.

At the same time, the elven archer on the tower ignited the oil in the moat, and the flames suddenly rose violently, and the entire Lordaeron city walls were furious. Massive undead troops were kept out of the wall of fire, letting out angry roars. The defenders of Lordaeron in the city took the opportunity to destroy the undead forces that entered the city.

Time was precious, and the Lordaeron militia, led by the Knights Paladins, launched a siege on the undead forces entering the city.

Along the thousand-kilometer front, the light flashed, and at the same time, the battle mages of Dalaran also did their best to apply fire armor to the charging warriors, and the meteorite-like fire blast fell from the sky, smashing several gargoyles and falling to the ground, blowing up swaths of the undead troops.

Meanwhile, the Hammerlord Furstad led his squad of griffons in a charge. The white griffin knights lined up in a neat line and rushed towards the massive gargoyles. In the sky, lightning and thunder roared, the screams of gargoyles mixed with the roars of the hammer dwarves, and lightning rolled through the clouds.

In the sky, griffins soared, and on the ground, knights roared. An all-round decisive battle has broken out.

……

Chapel of the Light's Wish.

"Brothers, follow me and send them back!"

The siege of Lordaeron has already begun, and thousands of miles away, in the Eastern Plaguelands, the Chapel of Light's Wish, another unit of the Scourge Legion is attacking the Chapel. Of course, their real purpose was not to capture the Chapel, but to hold back the troops here, so that the Knights of the Silver Hand could not support the capital of Lordaeron.

Maxwell knew about the Lich King's scheme, but even if it was just a sub-force of such a Scourge legion, the defenders of the Chapel would not be able to break through. Their numbers were so small that even with the addition of Weunlesa's troops, they would not be able to break the stalemate.

Silver-white warhammers rise and fall through the undead army, knocking down a zombie and smashing a ghoul's head, but it's still too slow.

Maxwell hated that he didn't have the Ash Bringer, the epic weapon, but just an ordinary warhammer.

"I know what you're thinking, old friend. But you can't let such emotions dominate you all the time, or one day, you will be like the fallen warriors before us. ”

Maxwell knocked down a scourge soldier in front of him, and his friend Sepheus stood behind him to alert him.

"But without the Ember Bringer, how can we defeat these undead in front of us?"

Maxwell asked angrily.

"Paladin's strength comes from faith, not weapons. No matter how powerful a weapon is, without firm faith, it is just a pile of scrap metal. ”

Sepheus replied breathlessly.

A gargoylle happened to be eyeing them, swooping down from the sky. The moment he swept past Maxwell, he was smashed by Sepheis's hammer, and the light spread out from his weapon in countless tiny speckles of light, and the downed gargoyle fell to the ground, turning into a pile of rubble and rotten flesh.

"Brother, there is only one Ember Bringer, it belongs to Ares, and what we can do now is to strengthen our faith and repel the undead in front of us. Relieve as much stress as possible for Ares. I was once just a warrior and was finally baptized into the church, and you have been faithful longer than I have and should be a guide for all of us. ”

Sepheus said, picking up his hammer and smashing the gargoyle on the ground to pieces.

Looking at the resolute face of his comrade, Maxwell regained his grip on his hammer. Unbeknownst to them, however, on the small slope directly in front of them, a heavily armed Dark Ranger was staring at them coldly. Its stature is inconspicuous among the army of the undead, but its well-proportioned stature and ornate dark weapons tell everyone that he is no ordinary undead warrior, and that he is the leader of this undead army, the commander-in-chief, Lotherma. Theron.