The war came, or rather, the war never ended. The www.biquge.info war between the Scourge Legion and the living has never ended, and the two sides are destined to be a life-or-death situation.

Although due to the Lich King's slumber, the Scourge had to fade out of the world's radar for a long time.

As a result, the Alliance and the Horde have devoted almost all their power to expeditions and struggles against each other, with only the Silver Dawn and the Scarlet Crusaders still fighting the Scourge Legion.

However, the balance has been upset, and the reawakened Lich King sent a large army to launch a full-scale attack directly on the world of the living, and Stormwind and Orgrimmar were attacked by the Scourge on the same day, and although they were both repulsed, they still suffered heavy losses.

The two angry camps, both of which chose to march into Northrend at the same time, turned their eyes to the continent on the other side of the Endless Sea, which was forever in the ice and snow.

However, at this time, when both camps focused their armies and attention on the continent of Northrend, in the Eastern Kingdom, the territory of the former Kingdom of Lordaeron, now the Eastern Plaguelands. The Scourge Legion fortress of Acherus, who has crossed the ocean, and countless undead are launching an exterminating assault on the Scarlet Crusaders stationed here.

The tide of ghouls was flocking to New Avalon, and it was the fourth day that the two sides had begun to fight each other. Ever since the Acherus Fortress had reached the skies over Havenshire four days earlier, the two sides had been engaged in a fierce battle.

However, in just one day, Haven County was completely out of the way.

General Bridget Abydis, the Scarlet Crusade's supreme commander in the region, had to order the entire inhabitants of Havenshire and their troops to be withdrawn to Fort Avalon. However, at this moment, for the Scarlet Crusaders here, they have already fallen into death.

Behind New Avalon is the headquarters of the Hand of Tyr, and this area is also the only place suitable for human habitation in the Eastern Plaguelands except for the Chapel of the Wish of Light, but under the onslaught of the natural disaster, how many days can it support here?

Thinking of this, Bridt, no matter how strong she was, felt a deep despair and couldn't hold on. Even if she still had reinforcements on the way, it couldn't quench her thirst, and the troops in the Scarlet Abbey in the Tirifar Woodlands and the Hearthvale in the Western Plaguelands couldn't reach the battlefield at this moment.

What's more, no matter which army wants to support her Tyr's hand, it will have to pass through the heavy undead encirclement to kill it.

Closest to her was an army, stationed at Silver Dawn in the Chapel of Light's Wish. However, Britst was even more unable to accept the aid of the infidels!

Yes, pagans, Bridget has always insisted that the Light shines only on humanity, that the sanctity of the Light is inviolable, and that no other race or faction will be allowed to tarnish it. However, Silver Dawn doesn't think much of it, they think that as long as it is against the natural scourge, no matter who he is or what race he comes from, he will be treated equally.

And that also includes those who have been forgotten! Thinking of this, Brigitte couldn't help but feel angry.

"The pagans who have defiled the Light! If you dare to accept the undead, you are all betrayers! Dropping the papers in her hand, Bridget took a deep breath, relieved her tired body and mind, stood up, walked under the cross, half-crouched, closed her eyes and began to pray!

O Holy Light! Tell me where we're going from here!

......

Come to me, Bridget Abydis............

The mysterious voice rang in Bridget's mind once more, the voice that had been the pillar of her heart, the voice she believed to be the revelation of the Light, appeared again.

Is that you? O Holy Light! Please tell me what I can do, my people are under attack by the evil undead, how can I save this.

Come to me, to Northrend, Bridget Abydis............

O Holy Light! Why exactly?

Come to Northrend, come to me, and I will bring new hope and salvation............

As you wish, O Light!

......

"Someone!" Bridget sat back in her chair and called out to the Scarlet Crusader who was on guard outside the room.

"At your service, General Abydis!" A priestess walked in and saluted Bridget.

"Help me get Captain Sheré to my office, I have something to discuss with him!"

"Yes, General Abydis!" The priestess withdrew, and soon Captain Sherey came before Bridget.

Captain Sheré, who was close to sixty years old, still maintained a sturdy body like a young man, and his resolute eyes maintained a high fighting spirit from beginning to end. The veteran who had fought against the Orc Convoy with Admiral Dalein Prodmore during the Orc War was still a young man, and was now the commander of the only naval unit of the Scarlet Crusaders. If it weren't for his constant delivery of supplies from the sea, Brigitte would not have been able to compete with the Scourge that had occupied Stratholme in the Eastern Plaguelands over the years, and the situation would have been even worse if it weren't for the constant firepower assistance of his fleet to suppress the undead army's onslaught.

"Captain Scherey, thank you for coming from your busy schedule, and thank you for your continued support!" Facing the old man who had always supported her ideas, Bridget stood up and took the initiative to greet her.

"Needless to say, little Abidis, you should help you, after all, Alfred has only one daughter to inherit his unfinished business!" Captain Sheré looked at me unceremoniously and asked, "Is there anything you have to do with me, little Abidis!" ”

"I would like to ask you about the current state of New Avalon and the Hand of Tyr, in your opinion."

"Tell me the truth, General Abydis!" Captain Sheré looked at Bridget earnestly, and even the formal title was used in his words.

"That's right, I'm going to estimate the next strategic course, and I'd like to ask you, Captain, to tell me what you really think." Bridget replied solemnly.

"Honestly, General, we're in pretty bad shape!"

"Damn the Scourge Undead, I've been attacking for four days in a row, and my fleet has been providing fire support, and now it's almost half of its ammunition gone. If this is the case, there will be no more ammunition for my fleet to supply New Avalon for a maximum of five days. ”

"Five days!" Bridget frowned, "We still have any reinforcements from the sea to come and support." ”

"No more!" Captain Sherley shook his head, and continued, "When I came back from bringing supplies to the fleet, I heard that Stormwind had been attacked by the Scourge Floating City a few months ago, and there were many casualties. And at the time of this raid, Prince Anduin was being caught up in the flames of battle at the scene, and although His Royal Highness was fine in the end, King Varian felt threatened by the unbridled attack of the Scourge and now almost all of his main army was facing Northrend. So it's impossible for us to find reinforcements from Stormwind! ”

Floating City, Holy Light! Bridget sighed in her heart. It was because of the floating city outside that the Scarlet Crusaders would be unsuspecting by the Scourge Legion and suffer heavy casualties, otherwise it would not be the bad situation it is now.

"What about the other kingdoms of mankind?" Bridget asked.

"Needless to say, Riptide Castle is even worse for them. Gilneth still cowered behind the Greymane Wall, where the werewolf scourge was no less threatening than the scourge of God. ”

"Originally, Dalaran was the most likely to come to our aid, and those mages were not all dead studyers. But...... "Sheré shook his head...... But lately the mages haven't had a good time, and I've heard from an old fellow who is doing business in Dalaran that a dragon is leading the whole clan to war against all the mages, and now almost all of them have been summoned to the northwind tundra in Northrend. I've heard that in order to deal with the growing number of threats and prevent Dalaran from repeating the previous two examples, the mages are already planning to emulate the Scourge Legion's Floating City and move all of Dalaran into the sky. It is estimated that at this time, Ronin, the archmage of Violet Castle, has already started to do it, and perhaps now Dalaran City has moved to the sky to Northrend. ”

"The rest is only Theramore, but ...... Alas! In troubled times! Theramore has been attacked by unknown forces recently, and it is estimated that Archmage Gianna will not be able to mobilize the navy to assist us. ”

"The only ones left to support us right now are the Firewall Valley and Tirisfal Glades! That's right! I've heard that lately, Lord Tirio Fording is not dead, and has now returned to the Valley of the Hearth, but poor Tyran is ...... Alas! But even if the armies of these two sides plan to come day and night, I don't think the undead forces occupying Undercity and Stratholme will make it easy for our reinforcements! ”

"That means ......," Bridge asked, pale, "that we are now alone!" ”