The night wasn't a good place to march, but it wasn't much of a problem for the most elite silver hand in all of Lordaeron. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lord Gavinrad, there's important information!" A scout suddenly rode up to Gavinrad's side.

Behind him was a cavalryman, who was badly wounded and extremely tired.

"What's the matter?" Gavinrad quickly realized the seriousness of the situation, and after hearing that there was a plague in many villages here, he hurried over with the main force of the Knights, but he didn't expect that something happened.

"Your Excellency...... Andohal ...... A large number of undead ...... His Highness Arthas is still there...... "The cavalryman's words were intermittent, but Gavinrad understood what he meant, and he knew that the Prince of Arthas had come here to investigate.

"Silver Hand, our brother Arthas is trapped in Andohar, hurry forward to help!"

Gavinrad Doom took the lead and took advantage of the darkness to make his way towards Andohar.

……

Jon was in the tent, bandaging a wounded soldier urgently.

The noise outside was noisy, and it could be faintly heard that the final battle had begun.

But Jon knew that if the timeline did follow its original trajectory, victory in the war was inevitable.

After bandaging the wounds of the soldiers, he walked out of the tent, he wanted to find Bridget, who now at least had to protect the people he cared about.

Bridget was just outside the tent, using healing techniques to treat a soldier with minor injuries.

"Jon!" A smile barely appeared on Jon's lips when she saw her. Her face was pale, because she was not as skilled as Jon in her ability to control the Holy Light, and she would inevitably be a little tired from using the Holy Light spell for a long time.

"Mr. Mills!" Demetia hurried in with a few priests, and she hurriedly said, "Many of the undead have already attacked our camp, and Captain Pharik has told us to hide here and not go out." ”

The frontal combat power on the side of the priest team is quite weak, and if the undead creatures are really close to them, they will be vulnerable, and in such a chaotic situation, others are powerless to protect them.

"Jon, can we win?" Bridget asked softly.

"Absolutely!" Jon said confidently.

Before they could finish speaking, they heard a loud bang, and then the priests saw a monster the size of a hill burst in and appear in front of them.

"Stitch Monster!" Demyteah's voice was full of horror.

This terrifying monster she had seen on the battlefield just now, and even the strongest warrior would not be its opponent, and could only rely on the power of the Holy Light of the Paladins to fight against it...... All there was was a few wounded soldiers, and they were the priests.

The giant stitch monster rolled its eyes, as if it could attack at any moment.

"Jon, and everybody behind me......" Bridget's voice trembled a little, she didn't know if she was the monster's opponent, but she had no choice!

"Demitea, don't let Miss Abidis come along!" Jon said solemnly, "I'll get it away!" ”

"Mr. Mills!"

"Jon......"

Before he could finish speaking, Jon's figure had already rushed over, and at the same time, a look of punishment struck the stitching monster's body.

The Stitch Monster was visibly attracted by the small object in front of him, and watched Jon flee from the other direction, and quickly chased after him.

"Miss Abydis, Mr. Mills said you can't pass......" Demitia took Bridget's hand.

……

The giant stitch chased Jon closely, and it was quite fast for its size.

Jon was forced to run into town, but there didn't seem to be any other undead nearby, and he circled around and led the Stitchers into the alley.

He stopped suddenly.

The Stitch Monster, which was holding different weapons in three hands, raised the butcher knife in one of its hands and slashed at the human figure, which seemed to hit its target, but in fact it didn't hit anything.

The human figure was just a disguise.

"Whew......" The stitch critter let out a scream, and several dark tentacles bound it tightly.

Jon switches to Shadow Form and uses the Ghost disguise to attract Stitching's attention, then traps it with Void Tentacles.

I saw that the stitch monster struggled several times before breaking free from the shackles of the tentacles.

During its struggle, Jon tried many spells, but to no avail, and spirit spells would have little effect on this artificially created unconscious undead.

The Stitcher's gaze turned to Jon again, this time cautiously and slowly.

Jon simply withdrew from the shadow form, since the spirit spell can't hurt this guy at all, it is better to use the divine spell.

Several divine smites hit the Stitcher's body in quick succession, causing it a little damage, but they didn't stop it from moving forward.

"Damn, at the hands of an abomination......" Jon smiled wryly.

A white figure rushed from the slope, and only a scream from the stitch monster was heard.

It was Bridt, who broke free of Demytia's hand and ran over, having just used the tiny dagger to cut a stitch on the stitch monster's body.

"Brie ......"

"Jon, don't want to leave me alone!"

The abominable monster let out a disgusting voice before charging at her with a great axe taller than Bridget.

Holy Strifeth hit the stitching monster's body again, and this time Jon hit where the monster's stitches were, opening another stitch, and this time the monster looked even more painful.

Bridget's agile body circled around the Stitching Monster, and although she was hit several times by the giant axe, she also cut a few stitches.

The last stitch was cut by the dagger in the girl's hand, and the stitching monster's body began to crumble.

"Be careful, Brie!"

A mantra-shield was placed on Bridget's body, but it was too late, because the iron hook in the other hand of the stitching monster stabbed the girl from behind behind and stabbed the girl in the chest.

"Brie!" But next to the disgusting corpses, Jon picked up the injured Bridget and unleashed various healing spells to heal her injuries.

"Jon, it's dead, isn't it?" The girl said with a smile.

"Yes, Brie!" Jon spoke very quickly: "Your injuries are not fatal, don't speak, you'll be fine!" ”

There was the sound of horses' hooves outside the door, and then the loud voice of Gavinrad Doom came:

"Silver Hand, attack! Send this horde of hateful monsters back to hell! ”

Then, there was the sound of the charge.

"The Silver Hand...... Jon, we've got reinforcements......" Bridge said in a fit-in-and-a-start manner.

"Yes, don't talk!"

"No, I'm so happy!" The girl shook her head, "You don't know, how much I hate these abominable monsters, and now they are finally going to be destroyed......"

Jon Mills nodded firmly, "Sleep, Brie, and trust me, these monsters can't harm the world anymore!" ”