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Alsace is even more convinced of this today.

At the moment when he himself was almost desperate and ready to give up resistance, reinforcements actually appeared.

It was Gavinrad, the paladin who had given him the hammer in his hands at the Chapel of Light's Wish, and who had now come with an army of Silver Hands.

Thousands of paladins of the Silver Hand and ordinary cavalry, led by Gavenrad Doom, slaughtered them. The countless holy lights in the crowd were shining, and the fragile undead were almost vulnerable in front of them, and they began to retreat, no, they were routed.

"Attack!" Arthas commanded the remaining soldiers under his command and charged forward.

He vowed to wipe out the undead in Andorhar.

"Arthas, my brother, are you alright!" Gavin Rade rode his horse and asked with concern.

"It's fine!" Arthas nodded, his voice cold: "Gavin Rad, tell your paladins not to stop, we will completely annihilate these undead creatures." ”

Looking at the corpses everywhere, Gavinrad could guess what had just happened here.

He nodded slightly: "Don't worry, Arthas, they will pay the price!" ”

Turning around, Gavinrad shouted at the knights, "Silver Hand, pursue them all, let them all go to hell!" ”

The Silver Hand Paladins who received the order began to chase after the victory, and the galloping horses were obviously faster than the undead creatures, leaving countless undead corpses along the way, even the greatest abomination, under the siege of several paladins, quickly turned into a puddle of rotten meat.

"Invincible!" Red-eyed Arthas shouted.

The maroon horse came running to his side, and Arthas jumped on his horse, drove his foal, and made a charge.

At the same time, only a loud bang was heard, and a meat grinder of the undead turned to powder, it was Dagar.

Dagar was also red-eyed at this time, and in the fierce battle just now, no less than ten dwarves had already died at the hands of the undead.

"Pay the price!" Dagar began to reload as fast as he could, blocking the escape route of the undead.

……

The hunt began, and all the undead along the way were basically swept away; There are also countless necromancers who can't escape, and one by one they fall under the hammer of the paladins.

Arthas, Gavinrad, and many paladins chased them to a valley, and then they saw a shocking scene.

Mountains of corpses.

There were old people, some children, and some still had blood flowing from their bodies, and it seemed that they had not died for a long time.

A large group of necromancers, using their psychic spells, some piled corpses into meat grinders, grinding those corpses into pieces to make flesh bombs; Others used the white cloth of those corpses to stitch into the disgusting stitching monster that they had before.

"Yo, are there any guests coming?"

An emerald green figure appeared behind the mountain of corpses, his figure as tall as a stitching monster, his face with bloody fangs, and a bunch of huge wings behind him!

It's a demon!

"Demon, why are you here!" Gavinrad asked in a deep voice.

"Me?" The green figure laughed and said, "Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Marganis!" ”

"Marganis?" Arthas roared angrily, "You are the master of the Scourge Legion? Are you the culprit of this plague? ”

"My dear little prince knows so much!" Marganis smiled and said, "It's a shame that my army of the undead didn't kill you." ”

"Good!" Arthas raised his hammer: "Marganis, today is your burial place!"

Before he could finish speaking, the young prince rushed forward first.

Gavinrad gave the order, and the paladins of the Silver Hand charged at the same time.

Marganis scowled: "I don't have the heart to play with you anymore, I have more important things to do." ”

As he spoke, Marganis spread his wings and flew north without looking back.

"Catch up!" Alsace shouted hysterically.

Unfortunately, the meat grinder and the stitching monsters blocked the way of the paladins, forcing them to prioritize the obstacles in front of the plane, and by the time the road was clear, Malganis was gone.

"Gavin Rad!" Looking at the corpses on the ground, Arthas gritted his teeth and said: "Lend me your paladin, Malganis must have gone to Stratholme, he is going there to do the same thing, I will stop him......"

"Arthas, my brother, calm down!" Gavinrad said solemnly, "My paladins have come from Brill, and they have not rested for a day and a night; And you Alsace, you and your men have endured fierce battles all night. We need to trim now! “

"It's too late, every minute late, one of my people may be turned like ......this by Marganis," Alsace's eyes turned red.

"Believe me, my brother in Arthas, the rest is for a better fight, and when we are done, we will go to Stratholme together before night falls, and let that demon go to hell!" Gavinrad's voice was stern.

Arthas was finally convinced, and he nodded.

……

In the camp, Demitea asked softly, "Mr. Mills, is Miss Abydis alright?" “

Jon nodded, "She's settled, Miss Demetia, please take care of her on the way back to Lordaeron!" “

"But......" said Demethya with some hesitation, "Mr. Mills, are you really not going back to Lordaeron?" “

Since Gavinrad arrived in time with many paladins, the army of Arthas no longer needed them as priests, so they generously let them return to Lordaeron with the wounded first.

This group of young girls from Lordaeron Cathedral was obviously frightened for the first time in a battle of this level, and most of them chose to go back.

"Yes!" Jon nodded, "Excuse me, Father Lancaster!" “

"Well, take care, Mr. Mills!"