"Reload, you idiots!"

A strong, brown-bearded dwarf man with a huge axe in his hand yelled angrily. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Alsace reined in the mountains and mountains. Farrick came up from behind and said to Arthas, panting:

"Wang ......"

He didn't go on. The captain of the guard subconsciously followed Arthas's gaze, and then a chill rose up his spine.

It is a wide valley with a large road running through the middle of it. Judging by the slightly taller garden buildings, this should be the town square.

And now...... The square was densely packed with 'people'. No, it should be said that it is the resurrected dead. Rotten flesh, white eyeballs, and from their roaring mouths, a foul-smelling green poisonous gas poured out.

"His Royal Highness the Prince......"

Farrick's face turned pale, his body trembled slightly, and he looked at Arthas with apprehension. He hoped that His Royal Highness would order them to retreat, and the number of dead bodies here was ten times or more than what they had encountered.

What worries him even more is that, unlike the ordinary farmers he met on the farm, there are countless militiamen in rudimentary armor among the crowded corpses in the square.

Maybe they wanted to stop these zombies at one time, but ......

"Prepare to charge!"

Arthas commanded without looking back.

Farrick's face turned even paler, but he did not disobey the prince's orders.

"Gianna." As if smelling a familiar aroma, Arthas finally withdrew his gaze from Rulin's dead body, "I need your help. Fire spells are very effective against those monsters, I ......"

"I understand, Arthas." Gianna sat on the docile but somewhat restless mare and gently shook the delicate magic scepter in her hand, "I'll cover you." ”

"Artillery preparation!"

"Put!"

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble! ”

As the loud voices of the dwarves on the other side fell, Arthas raised his hammer as well, a dazzling light flickering on it.

"Target - a team of dwarves on the other side of the valley! Charge! ”

"For Lordaeron!"

The soldiers chanted slogans to motivate themselves, and Faric and the other two paladins rushed forward together on either side of Arthas.

These resurrected corpses apparently do not have much intelligence. By the time the rumbling sound of the cavalry troops woke them up from the hugs and back, and looked back to see what it was, the blue torrent had crashed into their camp.

The warhammer's long sword took advantage of the speed of the warhorse's charge, and the dead bodies in the way fell in rows like leeks to be slaughtered. Several unfortunate Lordaeron soldiers were pulled off their horses by painless zombies, and with a miserable howl, they were quickly drowned in the tide of corpses.

"What's going on here? What's going on with these zombies? ”

Arthas reined in his horse and asked the dwarf, who appeared to be the leader.

"Who are you? The knights of Lordaeron? ”

"I'm Alsace. Arthas Minethir, Prince of Lordaeron. Please tell me what's going on here? If you knew. ”

The dwarf stammered, but quickly reacted.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Royal Highness. I am Dagar, and I am here for you. ”

Arthas nodded politely, "Nice to meet you, Dagar. You are a brave warrior," Arthas said, pointing to Dagar's beard, "Muradin once told me about your dwarven traditions. Oh, by the way, Muradin's is my skills teacher. ”

"Ah, praise the Titans. Muradin is the most powerful warrior among our dwarves, and I'm sure His Royal Highness will be very powerful as well. ”

Who said dwarves are so upright?

"Now is not the time to talk about this, let's find a way to deal with the current situation first."

"Ah, ah, that's right. Guys, reload and get ready to ......"

The dwarf said, his raised hand in place.

"Hell...... He...... He ......"

Dagar's eyes widened wider than brass bells, as if he had seen something incredible. In fact, the other dwarves had all but stopped shooting, and along with many of Lordaeron's knights, they watched the square in silence.

Arthas turned his head sharply:

It was a tall figure, dressed in armor in a Lordaeron outfit. The helmet protected his entire head, leaving only his eyes, nose and mouth.

Arthas recognized him, the tallest of his guards. As for how he joined his guards, he couldn't remember.

None of that's the point, though.

The soldier in Lordaeron's armor held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. The sword and shield are the standard weapons of the royal guards of Lordaeron, and although they are not as sophisticated as the dwarves, they are also rare in the human kingdom.

What really stunned everyone and stood on the spot was-

The soldier, whose name he didn't know, was like a god of war, and his steel sword and shield danced as if they were weightless. The sharp long sword seemed to slash down lightly, and the lower half of the zombies that pounced on the soldiers remained in place, but the upper half flew forward a short distance according to inertia, and slammed to the ground.

A zombie with a hideous face, its shallow cheeks, its mouth full of slime opened wide and bit the soldier's neck fiercely.

"Bang!"

A loud noise came to everyone's ears. Without looking back, the soldier slapped his shield to the left, and Arthas could clearly see that the shield had smashed half of the zombie's face, sending green-haired teeth and disgusting liquid into the air.

"Tom! Tong! Tong! ”

The soldier is like walking in the square. As he walked by, the thud of corpses falling to the ground came one after another.

Zombies have no fear, and the death of their companions has no effect on them in the slightest. Perhaps instinctively aware of the formidable threat posed by the soldiers, the zombies gave up attacking the dwarven camp and rushed towards the soldiers in the square.

The Lordaeron soldiers on their horses had a better view, their eyes wide open, and they watched as if their companion had turned into a whirlwind, stumps and hideous heads flying in their wake. Then, more zombies pounced on the soldier, and immediately flew up countless disgusting stumps and severed arms......

Arthas was silent, unaware of Gianna's frowning gaze at the murderous soldier with a strange expression.

And his subordinates, as well as the equally sluggish dwarves, watched as the soldiers, who never seemed to get tired, cut down one zombie after another.

It wasn't until the soldiers with their armor stained with disgusting carrion walked towards Arthas that the sound of the grinding of their armor woke up His Royal Highness.

"You ......"

The soldier walked straight in front of Arthas, blocking back all the words that Arthas was about to praise the soldier.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, his name is White Wolf, he is like that, he is cold to everyone, even in the face of the Great Majesty."

Or how else is it said that Ric is the most loved and trusted by Arthas. There is nothing more embarrassing than the embarrassment of His Royal Highness the Prince, especially in front of the beauties whom His Royal Highness loves. (To be continued.) )