The reaction of the undead natural disaster was very fast, and Song Zheng originally wanted to take advantage of the situation to destroy another psychic tower, but soon found that the defense of another nearby psychic tower had been greatly strengthened.

"It seems that there is no chance this time......" Song Zheng sighed secretly.

However, at this moment, a sky-high fire suddenly ignited in the dark wilderness, but a psychic tower in the distance also ignited a fire, which seemed to echo Song Zheng's actions.

"It should be Luo Ning, that guy seems to have thought of going with us." Song Zheng immediately thought of a possibility, Luo Ning led more mage troops than his own warlocks, and it would not be a problem to capture a psychic tower.

With the two psychic towers blazing one after another, more and more undead troops began to retreat from the city of Andohar, in addition to recapturing the two psychic towers, it was necessary to strengthen the protection of other psychic towers and important camps.

This undoubtedly greatly reduced the pressure on the defenders in the city of Andorhar, especially after seeing the spiritual tower outside the city that had been suppressing the city being burned by fire, the defenders on the city wall who were fighting hard couldn't help but be excited, and their combat effectiveness was also improved a lot.

Under the reflection of the fire, the battle outside the city of Andohar has also tended to be white-hot, some of the walls have collapsed slightly under the attack of the abomination, and the northern gate has long been broken, relying entirely on a team of paladins to defend it with flesh and blood.

Originally, as the mages' magic gradually dried up, the subsequent battles could only rely more on melee combat, which was bound to greatly increase the casualty rate of the defenders.

However, due to the large number of undead troops in the rear rushing back to deal with Song Zheng and others, the siege strength of the undead natural disaster did not continue to increase, and after continuing for a while, it finally threw down countless corpses and began to retreat.

The battle slowly subsided, but the undead scourge outside the city did not go away, still besieging Andorhar, and some necromancers began to resurrect the corpses further away in order to replenish the losses of the undead army.

Although the defenders of the city could clearly see these scenes in the firelight, no one dared to go out of the city to attack the necromancers.

Although the battle was successfully defended, the losses in the city were still very large, the magnificent walls were almost full of corpses, the blood could almost drown the vamps of shoes, and the wails of the wounded were scattered everywhere.

Uther was now hunched and praying for the light to heal a few of the wounded soldiers around him.

The rest of the paladins also put down their weapons and prayed with the Holy Pact in hand, they could not only use the Holy Light to heal the wounded, but also boost the morale of the wounded.

However, the paladins had also experienced fierce fighting in the battle just now, and everyone had a look of exhaustion on their faces, and they were just holding on to treat the wounded here.

Arthas also stood in the blood at the top of the wall, but instead of looking at the wounded behind him, he looked at the army of the undead in the distance.

The blood-soaked night breeze whipped through his long hair, making it look even colder.

"Your Highness, you should also go and rest." It was Tirio Fortin, who was also covered in blood, and it was obvious that the battle just now was very fierce, and even several high-ranking leaders of the Paladins had personally participated in the battle.

"Tirio...... Do you think we can really hold on to Andorhar? Arthas's voice was soft, and he didn't look back, still looking at the undead camp in the distance.

"This ...... Of course, we can hold it, the Holy Light will protect us, not to mention that the city of Andoral is also very tall and strong, and there will be no problem if you want to hold on. Tirio Ferding frowned slightly, and the prince in front of him, as the supreme commander of the battlefield, seemed to be hesitant.

"I thought the same thing before, but ...... You also saw in the battle just now, those undead are extremely crazy, the magic of the mages has begun to dry up, and the spiritual power of the priests has long been exhausted, if it weren't for the sudden fire in the psychic tower outside the city, so that the undead who had to attack the city had to divide their troops to rescue, we may not be able to hold this wall. Arthas whispered, as if unwilling to let anyone else hear.

"Hmm...... These undead were indeed more powerful than we expected, especially since they were able to send so many abominations that were far from comparable to the undead forces we had encountered in the South. Tirio Fording also sighed slightly, he had personally killed more than a dozen abominations in the battle just now, but at this moment, on this city wall, he could vaguely see a tall figure in the undead camp in the distance...... That's hordes of abomination.

"However, the psychic tower outside the city was burned by fire, and it is obvious that our reinforcements have arrived, and they are not far from us." Unwilling to see Arthas's demoralization, Tirio began to comfort him.

Arthas shook his head when he heard this: "The news of the defeat of Gaseris is already known to many people in the city, and you should also know very well that Lordaeron is no longer able to organize a large reinforcement army, and ...... If a large number of reinforcements really arrived, they would have killed us directly under the city wall to fight those undead inside and outside, and there was no need to secretly burn any psychic towers, presumably it was just a force harassing the undead natural disaster. ”

Tirio Fording opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but only to let out a sigh.

"Your Highness, as long as we persevere, there will definitely be hope, and Dalaran and the other human kingdoms will definitely send an alliance to assist us, and then it will be time for us to counterattack." Uther's firm voice rang out, and he heard Arthas's words as he approached.

"Teacher...... What about the casualties of the Silver Hand? Seeing Uther coming, Arthas quickly changed the subject.

"The casualties of the Silver Hand are not large, only more than a hundred people have died in battle, and the rest have the strength to fight again under the treatment of the Holy Light, but the casualties of ordinary soldiers are not small, and they are ...... And many of the city's residents died. Uther said, her brow furrowed.

"In the city? How could the inhabitants of the city die, and didn't the undead come into the city? Arthas immediately frowned and asked.

"Some of the inhabitants of the city have been struck by stones and bones thrown down by the catapults of the undead, some have been killed by gargoyles, and some have ...... I am afraid that it was the spies in the city who took advantage of the chaos to kill them. Uther said hesitantly.

When Arthas heard this, he immediately became angry: "Spies? Are there any undead people in the city? ”