It took much longer than Diego had imagined for Siabi to perform the ritual, and it wasn't until the sun was about to go up the middle of the sky that he walked out of Siabi's tobacco shop a little tired.

"You're alright, man!" Looking at Diego with a haggard expression, Brian Copperbeard asked with concern.

"It's alright, Brian." Diego smiled reluctantly and said, the power of the Holy Light consumed this time is not huge, but the fine control of the power of the Holy Light is very draining, and he is even a little sleepy now, and wants to take a nap.

He rubbed his cheeks vigorously, then took out a bottle of moonberry juice from the demon cloth bag and poured it into a big sip. Cooling liquid. The body went down the throat and slid into the stomach, and the slightly sour cold breath made people feel refreshed.

Diego, who felt much better, couldn't help but let out a long sigh. Mages have always used moonberry juice to relieve tension and fatigue after casting spells, and the effect is quite good. Of course, there are many more items that work better than it, such as mana potions, shimmering wine, and vitality potions that can directly restore mana, but without exception, these potions are too expensive to be popularized and popularized among apprentices and low-level mages.

"We continue to move forward, Your Excellency the Great Lord is still waiting for news from us." He whispered to Brian that, in fact, he had enough information to give to Tirio, but he still wanted to make his information more accurate and detailed.

After the Scourge retreated, the pale flames generated by the burning souls above the three psychic towers in Dongcheng District had long since been extinguished, and the defensive circle supported by the three towers, the Ash Sky Canopy, had also failed, and they had almost unimpeded their journey without any magical barriers.

Led by Diego, they passed through the Plaza de Elders, the Chapel of Alonsos and the alleys to the east, and finally to the Square of the Massacre.

In the center of the square, they saw a bone gate standing on the dark altar, it was obviously a pair connected to the one in the psychic academy, but at this moment, this bone gate had already collapsed, and the transmission of tens of thousands of tons of lake water in a short period of time was obviously beyond its limit.

The largest square in Stratholme was originally called Harvest Square, where people gather every autumn week to celebrate another year of harvest with great ceremonies and revelry. However, with the invasion of the Scourge Legion, the square has been transformed into a stronghold for the living dead, and a huge slaughterhouse stands at the westernmost edge of the square, where Baron Rivendell once entrenched, overseeing the creation of batches of abominations and meat grinders to the front lines of the Scourge Legion.

There was no one in the square either, and Diego even took a look around the slaughterhouse, an eerie building now empty of mice—the Scourge had even packed up the bones and corpses inside. These things are important materials used to create abomination, and are more valuable than gold in the eyes of these living dead.

"That's the end of it?" Coming out of the slaughterhouse, Diego looked around, he still couldn't believe this sudden victory, and his heart was filled with an indescribable sense of absurdity. Silver Dawn has spent a lot of effort and drawn nearly ten legions to prepare for a major counterattack, but now, the enemy has fled! It's like a fist that has been swung out with enough strength to hit the air, and this uncomfortable feeling of having nowhere to exert force makes people's shoulders hurt.

At this moment, two griffon squads flew back from the north and west and landed on the square.

"My lord! There was no one on the side of the Crusader fortress! The group that flew in from the west was the first to report. They had returned from the Scarlet Crusaders' controlled side of the Western Quarter. They also did not find a single living creature inside the Crusader fortress.

The Crusader Fortress is the only complex of buildings in Stratholme that has been preserved to this day, which is a bit unbelievable to say. This glorious basilica was originally known as the Temple of Justice, and many famous warriors of the Light have been promoted here to become a paladin full of power and glory, and Arthas, the prince of Lordaeron, is one of them, so even after the mad slaughter of the city, he did not dare to burn this holy place, because it also carries his faith and glory. After leading the main force of the Scarlet Crusaders into Stratholme, Banazal transformed the cathedral into an impregnable military fortress.

"My lord, we haven't found any sign of the Scourge or the Scarlet Crusaders on the docks to the north, but there are a lot of abandoned supplies piled up on the shore, and they should have left them behind." The Dwarven Knights who flew back from the north also reported that they had taken out several discarded items as proof. It was a shroud stained with the rot of the undead and several pieces of complete armor etched with the blood-colored Crusader emblem.

"It looks like their boat isn't enough!" Brian grinned.

Diego didn't speak, he frowned, lost in deep thought.

Truth be told, Diego was not surprised by Banazal's escape, because the Dreadlord has always been known for his cunning and cunning, and they have done it more than once when they see that the situation is not good. Unless he has an absolute advantage, Nasrezm will rarely go head-to-head with the enemy. This time, it was not so incomprehensible to retreat in front of the imposing Silver Dawn coalition forces.

What Diego didn't expect was that Kel'thugard chose to retreat to the continent of Northrend in the north, just like Banazal, could it be that the Great Lich was frightened by the miracle of light over Keldaron, as Brian said?

Diego guesses that this is not the case: twenty-one years after the Dark Gate opened, Arthas, whose power had been greatly reduced due to the damage to the Frozen Throne, had to retreat to the continent of Northrend, merge with Neozu to become the new Lich King, and then fell into a deep sleep.

From that moment on, the Scourge Legion, which had already lost nearly half of its men due to the awakening of the Forsaken, fell into a leaderless situation, and although the Grand Lich Kel'thugad was still struggling to maintain control of the Plaguelands, the Scourge had actually moved to the stage of strategic defense. This time the Holy Light Manifestation actually gave the Great Lich who wanted to shrink his forces a perfect reason.

"Send someone to deliver a message to Your Excellency the Great Lord, our enemies are all gone!" Thinking of this, Diego no longer hesitated, he raised his head and looked at Brian who was pulling out dry food from his backpack, "I hope they will believe everything we say, I can almost imagine the look on their faces when they see this information!" ”