The army of the undead gradually retreated......

When the dazzling light shines among the militia, no undead can be against it!

The militia did not celebrate, and they may have become somewhat numb to such a "victory".

The mayor of Nanhai Town, Henie Mareb, gasped for breath and looked into the distance with a little confusion......

He didn't remember exactly when he was, but he was sure that in a few months, he would be sixty years old! I really don't know how many fierce wars this old bone can withstand.

The militia suffered heavy losses, and although they showed great courage, their weak bodies could not stop the iron cavalry of the undead.

Almost 200 brave militiamen lost their lives in this war...... And the remaining less than a thousand militiamen, if it weren't for the help of this priest, I'm afraid they would all have to be explained here!

"Thank you, sir!" Mareb said in a deep voice.

Although the other party looks very young, the dazzling holy light can only be emitted by at least a bishop-level priest!

……

Jon Mills looked at the seemingly large crowd, and he was a little surprised.

It's hard to believe that there are so many survivors in an area ravaged by the Scourge Legion......

Suddenly, he changed his mind!

The leader of the group of militias in front of him explained Jon the origin of the militia:

They are all former residents of Southsea Town, an alliance "army" that was unwilling to leave their homeland after Gianna Proudmoore's Scourge army contributed to Lordaeron!

It is hard to imagine that these militiamen, who had no supplies, no way out, and were even just ordinary farmers and fishermen, could hold out for so long.

"Jon Mills, Grand Prosecutor of the Scarlet Crusade!" Jon and the residents introduce their identities.

Hearing this somewhat familiar name, Mareb suddenly frowned...... But he didn't speak.

Lordaeron is gone, and its former wanted criminals have long since been pardoned......

"Thank you for your help, Mistress Mills!" Mareb tried to make his tone more tactful: "My militiamen are preparing to go to Talenmir, will you be willing to go with us?" ”

This sentence has a bit of a begging inge.

Mareb is well aware that today's escape can be said to be nine deaths...... If this powerful priest had been able to accompany the militiamen, he might have been able to reach Talenmir and establish himself there......

"Tarummere!" Jon frowned and said, "I've heard of the disaster that happened there, a necromancer took over that town, and he had so many guards that you militia would only be sent to death if you militia passed!" ”

"Is that ......" Mareb's original disappointment intensified a little.

……

Woking and Sally have rescued the brave warrior who had been surrounded by the undead.

Due to Woking's previous fierce battle with the undead, these militiamen of Southsea Town were in the eyes, so they did not exude hostility towards this troll.

"Tirio!" Mareb immediately rushed to the warrior who was being saddled by the troll:

"It's all right, my friend!"

"Tirio?" Jon couldn't help but frown at the name.

"It's okay, this little injury is nothing to me!" The brave warrior smiled heartily and said, "Thank you for your help, my Excellency, I'm Tirio Fordin!" ”

"Ferdin...... Great Lord? Sally Whitemane covered her mouth and shouted in surprise.

"High Lord?" Tirio shook his head helplessly: "It's been a long time since then, now I'm just a wanted criminal!" ”

"No, High Lord!" Sally shook her head and hurriedly said, "Tyran has told me since he was a child that he believes in you and that you have done nothing wrong...... And he's been looking forward to when he'll be able to see you again! ”

"Tyran!" Hearing this name, Furding's face couldn't help but change greatly: "You know him?" ”

"Of course!" Sally continued, "I am the daughter of Bishop Whitemayne, and Tyran grew up with me, and he always looked after me with an older brother......

"Nataran...... How is he now? The warrior's previous resolute face was full of tenderness.

"He's majestic now...... He is the Grand Lord of the Scarlet Crusaders, and the entire Crusader resistance in Eastern Lordaeron is under his leadership...... He will be happy if you can get back to him! Sally grinned.

A look of hesitation appeared on Tirio Fortin's face.

Tyran, his only son! In Tol Barad, he was able to hold on because of Tyran's presence...... And now, he actually knows Tyran's whereabouts, and this kid is doing much better than his waste father!

"Tirio!" Maleb said in a deep voice, "Now that you know Tyran's whereabouts, you should follow them and get out of here......"

"Henie ......"

"You can't do anything to stay in Hillsbrad...... Go to Stratholm and find your son...... Remember to kill a few more undead for us! A rare smile appeared on the face of the mayor of Nanhai Town.

"Why don't you come with us?" Sally asked, curiously.

"Hehe, little girl!" Mareb shook his head and explained with some pity: "We don't have enough supplies, we don't have clean water, and we don't have the strength to cross the plague and conquer the land...... So, we can't go with you! ”

At this moment, Mareb remembered his little granddaughter "Fili", if she hadn't died, she would have been about the same age as the little girl in front of her...... Unfortunately, she and her parents were buried forever in the town of Nanhai.

……

The atmosphere became a little stagnant......

Tirio Ferdin's face also showed a tangled look.

He misses his son, but he can't let go of his old friend Henie and his militiamen.

"So, there's no way out of you?" Jon asked softly, his tone a little strange.

Heni-Mareb nodded.

"Then I have an idea...... A crazy and dangerous idea! Jon said again, "But it may give you the strength to fight the undead!" ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a vial of bright red blood.

"What is this?" Fording asked in a low voice, feeling the uncleanness in the vial's blood.

"Do you know the werewolves of the Silver Pine Forest?" Jon seemed to say to himself, "This blood can make you like those werewolves......"