Had it not been for Marvion's foresight, I am afraid that this army of Lordaeron would have been wiped out in its sleep. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The number of undead is very large, conservatively estimated, four or five times more than the number of human armies; Between those twisted corpses and the sea of skeletons in the distance, Arthas even saw a few giant stitching monsters!

It's going to be an uphill battle! Alsace commented in his heart.

It was impossible to hold the whole town, and all the soldiers and even the scouts were retreated to the newly built camp, relying on some simple fortifications that had been made before, and forming a rudimentary defensive line.

The cavalrymen had already ridden out of the camp, and one by one they were charging in all directions as fast as they could, trying to break through the encirclement of the undead.

Arthas didn't know how many of them would survive, but as long as one of them broke through the undead, there was still hope for them.

The mages and priests were awakened from their slumber, and many of them were in a meditative state and were in a bad spirit, but now Alsace couldn't take care of that much.

"Your Highness, they're attacking!" Pharyk whispered that the first group of undead who had rushed over had approached.

"Ready for battle!" Arthas raised his two-handed hammer, and a faint light lit up from his hands, scattering it on each of the ordinary soldiers, causing them to tremble.

The first wave of the undead attack began, and a horde of twisted zombies and skeletons charged towards the position.

"Archer, release the arrow!" Arthas shouted.

There weren't many warriors with bows and arrows, and their sights weren't very good, and there was a sparse rain of arrows, and almost no undead fell.

Some of the undead still had arrows stuck in their bodies and continued to charge forward.

"Damn it!" Arthas gritted his teeth, they lacked a long-range attack, which was quite lethal in a defensive battle.

One by one, the mages shot out fireballs and arcane projectiles, and this time it was quite effective, and many undead creatures were burned by the flames or knocked away by the missiles...... Unfortunately, the number of mages is too small, and it can only slightly hinder the progress of the undead.

White-knuckle combat is inevitable.

"Shieldmen, step forward!" Arthas continued to issue an order.

Almost a hundred warriors with shields rushed out of the position, and there was no point in guarding such a simple defensive facility.

Arthas raised his two-handed hammer at the same time and rushed into the horde of the undead.

The fierce hand-to-hand engagement began.

Jon and the priests were in the rear not far from the position, and they also took part in the battle.

One by one, Jon began to apply the Truth Word Shield to the warriors who resisted the undead charge, reducing the damage they received; At the same time, from time to time, some fighters who rushed to the forefront were given a recovery technique to restore a certain amount of their physical strength.

The first wave of undead attacks were not violent, because the combat effectiveness of these undead creatures was not very strong, and even if they were newly recruited recruits, they could easily be dealt with one-on-one.

Arthas carried a two-handed hammer, smashing at least a dozen undead or skeletons along the way......

After leaving behind the corpses of about seventy or eighty undead, the remaining undead began to retreat.

The crowd erupted in cheers, and one by one they returned to their positions, awaiting the priest's treatment.

"Vidal, what's wrong with you?" A high-pitched cry that seemed a little out of place.

One of the warriors threw away his shield and knelt down in front of a nearby corpse.

He suddenly turned around, grabbed a priest, and cried, "Lord Reverend, you must save him, Vidal is my best brother......

The priest was Demethya, and she was a little alarmed when she saw this, and stammered, "No...... Sir, his injuries are too severe for me to ......"

"What's wrong?" Arthas came over.

Then the prince looked closely at the soldier lying on the ground, his neck had been slashed open, and he had been dead for several minutes.

Arthas shook his head slightly: "May the Light bless you!" ”

"Miss Mony!" Jon summoned the mage Polly Mony, who had just been interrupted from her meditation and now had a rather bad face.

"What's wrong, Mr. Mills?" She asked, surprised.

"Trouble burn all three corpses with fire spells!" Jon replied solemnly.

In the first wave of the undead's attack, in addition to the soldier just now, two died.

"What?" Moni covered her mouth in surprise.

The weeping soldier looked at Jon with an angry face, "What are you going to do?" Vidal is dead, and you want to desecrate his corpse? ”

Jon turned his gaze to Arthas, "Your Highness, those necromancers could resurrect our dead brothers at any time and turn them into their troops, so we must be prepared in advance!" ”

Arthas's look was ugly, but he nodded anyway.

"It's war!" He comforted the weeping soldier.

Flames burned on the three corpses, eventually reducing them to ashes.

……

A huge cannon rang out in the undead positions.

Alsarston is very delicate, and these brainless undead don't use fire, so surely they are!

The cannon was getting closer and closer, and Arthas shouted in the direction of that side: "We are the garrison of Lordaeron, if you are alive, please come to our side, we have a defensive line on our side!" ”

"Wait, it's Lordaeron's people, I thought it was these ghosts and undead!" A shrill voice rang out: "Brothers, go over there." ”

Arthas saw the true face of the group of dwarves, led by a dwarf with a red barrel behind his back, and dozens of others with muskets in their hands. The last few dwarves with muskets were also refilled with ammunition from time to time to repel the undead who pursued them.

"My name is Dagar, and we are an archaeological team from Danmoro, and we were originally here to find the ruins of the Titans, damn it, we actually encountered this kind of shit!" The dwarf at the head said with a big grin.

Seeing the firearms on their bodies, Arthas hurriedly said: "Quickly enter our position, our defense line needs help now!" ”

"Alright, the lads are gone, this pretty guy needs our help!" Dagar said with a smile, then glanced at Arthas, "Wait, pretty guy, do you want to give me your name first?" ”

"Alsace-Minehir!"

"Oh, Arthas...... Wait, Your Highness the Prince! Dagar was suddenly startled, and stammered for a while before he reacted: "Dagar, I am willing to serve you." ”

Arthas was also amused by his movements: "Come on in, the undead attack is about to start again!" ”