Silence returned to the hall, and only the heavy breathing of the giant bear echoed in everyone's ears. On the other side of the corridor, the sound of undead tearing apart the wall of bones with their claws could be heard.

Everyone understood that the wall would not last long, and that an even tougher battle awaited them.

Diego stood at the crossing and watched the soldiers, knowing that this battle was not enough for him and his friends, and that Huffman and all the human soldiers were also indispensable fighting power. At this time, paladins are indeed more morale-boosting than hunters.

"The Light is with us! He will bless us and give us strength! He bowed his head and prayed reverently to the light, the familiar warmth of energy coming from nothing. The void poured into his body, and then swept in all directions with his strength and determination.

In the dim hall, a golden fist condensed by holy light suddenly appeared above everyone's head, and in the blink of an eye, the fist disintegrated into a bright starlight and floated down, bathing everyone's body. Awe and ecstasy at the power of the light contained in this starlight, everyone could feel their shoulders thicker and stronger, and their hands stronger and stronger.

"The Light is with us!" Dozens of voices shouted feverishly. What could be more rejoicing than being blessed with the power of the Light before the decisive battle? The blood-soaked soldiers felt that they could even defeat the entire Scourge Legion now, and even if the Lich King was standing in front of them at the moment, they would dare to pounce on it and slash it first.

At this moment when everyone was united, the wall of bones in the corridor suddenly collapsed, but it was not the undead soldiers who crossed the corpse wall, but several crude clay pots, and with a few crisp cracking sounds, thick green smoke immediately filled the entire hall.

The minotaur shaman standing on the side unhurriedly pulled out a totem from the totem belt around his waist and thrust it into the ground. It was a totem of detoxification, with a lifelike turquoise cobra head carved on the top of the totem, and the water elemental power contained in the totem could quickly remove toxins, which was a perfect match for the white dried fruit of the druid.

However, the defenders were not waiting for the enemy who had broken through the tunnel, and in the tense atmosphere, the layers of wooden planks nailed to the windows on the south side suddenly made a loud thud and shattered completely.

Sawdust and rubble shot like bullets, clanging against the soldiers' armor. A huge head appeared at the open window of the hole, looking out into the hall, like a butcher bending over a chicken coop ready to catch chickens.

It's an abomination! The slow-moving big guys finally arrived, and past the huge heads, Diego vaguely saw a few more big guys shaking outside.

To be honest, the undead Scourge was a beautiful move, and although he didn't expect the layers of planks to last long, Diego didn't expect them to be smashed all at once. He turned around and fired a shot without hesitation.

The stupid abomination was caught off guard, and his face blossomed, and he covered his face and fell backwards, letting out a great and earth-shattering wail. Although these rough-skinned creatures were extremely resistant to beating, their eyeballs still couldn't withstand the bombardment of the death gaze.

But there wasn't just one abomination outside the wall, and with the sound of thumping footsteps, another abomination came this way. This one was much smarter than his fellow fools, and instead of showing his head in front of the window, he stood by the window, and slammed his sledgehammer against the wall, trying to widen the gap wider.

Diego was helpless, and he didn't dare to reach the window and open fire, because that would undoubtedly expose himself to the scourge to attack.

Just then, to add insult to injury, there was a sudden explosion from the bell tower overhead, followed by another, an even more violent explosion, so close that you might even hear them as one if you didn't listen carefully.

It was Diego's trap that was detonated, causing the three improvised bombs to explode in a row. The roof of the bell tower, which had not been repaired for many years, finally collapsed under the destruction one after another!

The shattered gargoyle corpse, the torn mechanical clock, and the shattered bricks and tiles crashed down the hollow bell tower and smashed into the corridor, almost blocking the entire corridor. The billowing smoke poured down the hallway, choking everyone and making them breathe if it weren't for the powerful cleaning and filtering power of the white dried fruit distributed by the druids.

What's even more deadly is that the roof of the hall has also been smashed by falling masonry, and in many places the holes are so large that people can easily pass through. With the flapping sound of mempranous wings, gargoyles landed on the roof, folded their wings and burrowed inside.

Facing the slowly falling dust, Diego squinted and fired a shot into a sieve of a swooping gargoyle, but more gargoyles rushed down. They pounced on the soldiers, wrapped them in their claws with their membranous wings, and then frantically bit them with their fangs and fangs, and the tightly wrapped humans were completely unable to resist, and were quickly bitten to death. If it weren't for the help of his teammates next to him, the number of casualties would have multiplied several times.

"Masrae, close the gap!" Diego roared loudly. The death stare on his hand hadn't stopped since the shot, but there were so many of them that they kept burrowing through the rooftops as if they were rushing to death.

The giant bear, which was entangled with a gargoyle, charged and crashed into the granite wall, and the gargoyle, who was holding his head and desperately biting, was squeezed between him and the stone wall, almost squeezed into a ball of meatloaf.

The bear reverts back to its Night Elf form, then hides behind Diego and summons the arrival of the forces of nature. A green halo appeared between his hands, and then flew towards the purlins above his head, disappearing into them.

Miraculously, the long-dead wood burst back into full bloom, and countless buds sprouted from above and spread towards the gaps in the roof. They were tangled and knotted together, almost in the blink of an eye, and before the gargoyles outside the rooftops could react, the branches formed a dense web of vines. The mesh was so fine that even the larger birds couldn't get through it, and the vines were so tough that even the gargoyles' sharp claws couldn't cut it.

"Well done, Masrae!" Diego couldn't help but compliment.

Masrae cracked his mouth and smirked, but the smile lasted only three seconds before disappearing from his face, as just across from him, countless undead scourge were swarming out of the corridor and into the hall.

"The Light is with us!" Diego roared loudly. He opened fire again, raining bullets down on the enemy, but the Undead Scourge was already approaching, and the Death Gaze was no longer fast enough to repel them!

For Diego, melee combat wasn't his end, and few people knew that the hunter had been trained by the most eminent paladin instructors in the Northern County, and his fighting was just as good, whether it was with a halberd spear or a sword. A surging light rose from Diego's body and poured into the death gaze along his arm, and unlike the purity and gentleness of the past, the holy light extending from the tip of the stone crow's bayonet shone with a chilling edge.

When the first undead scourge rushed to it, Diego pierced its eye with a nimble thrust, and the blade of light radiated from the back of its head, scorching the soul fire inside into a cloud of ashes. Before he fell to the ground, the undead scourge had already lost his immortal life.

Taking a step forward, Diego swung his musket, and the razor-sharp blade of light sliced another undead in two, and next to it was an undead soldier clutching his halberd in both hands, trying to block his cross-cut, but was cut in two with his own weapon.

One undead scourge after another besieged him, trying to stop him, but a dazzling cloud of holy light suddenly bloomed among them, even though these undead creatures no longer used their eyes but sensed the world, but this intense light still blinded them, and when they were finally able to "open their eyes" again, they were desperate to find that their heads had left their bodies.

Diego slashed and swirled among the undead like a sacred storm, and though he hadn't noticed or felt it, the human soldiers who followed him thought they saw a glorious paladin charging into battle. In this natural collar. I don't know who was the first to shout the old slogan.

"For the glory of the Light!"

It's a slogan that has been passed down for millennia, dating back to the days of the Aratho Dynasty, and for thousands of years, from the Troll Wars to the later Orc Wars, the Light has protected the lives of human warriors. Names full of legends are associated with him and add to his glory. Whenever the battle flag is pointed forward, whenever the horn sounds, those heroes blessed by the Holy Light always rush to the front of the team, brave and fearless, and indomitable! In the midst of countless stormy crises, they are like the sharpest spear and the strongest shield, guarding the future of mankind and inspiring everyone. The hearts of the people.

Today, the human soldiers in the hall are once again inspired by one such hero. Fresh from the gargoyle's entanglement, they fearlessly followed Diego and collided violently with the undead scourge.

In the hall of the melee, a pale blue aura of brilliance spread from Diego's side to all directions, coating each living person with a shield of holy light. This is the Light's reward for its own devout disciples, and it is the Holy Light's sacred duty to the paladins - the aura of piety!