The City Watch didn't get too affected, because they weren't standing on the periphery and weren't affected by the first wave of the crowd, and because they didn't have a few people themselves. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Get rid of the undead!" Hami shouted loudly, and several city soldiers drew their one-handed swords at their waists, holding shields and rushing towards the walking corpses not far away, and these weak and powerless walking corpses quickly fell to the hands of the city legions.

Hamiti turned around and said to Liadrin, who was behind her, "In this way, I hope you can figure out whether this is poison sent by the undead." ”

Liadlin spread her hand and looked up at Hamiti in front of her, "Sir, if you doubt me, then please take me away?" ”

"You think I wouldn't dare?" Hamiti grinned, and just as he was about to tie Liadrin's wrist with a shackle, the entire square began to let out a burst of suppressed roars, some of the citizens who had not received the holy water, some of them were already lying on the ground, some were squatting on the ground.

An evil plague aura emanated from the bodies of the citizens, and even distorted the air into a pale green, and then, first a citizen was transformed into a walking corpse, and then more walking corpses climbed up from the ground, the first thing these undead appeared to attack the people around them, and the surrounding people who had time to disperse in the future soon became the target of the undead's attack, and in the midst of the screams, those humans who were not infected with the plague, under the bite of the walking corpses, also joined the undead natural disaster.

"Hamiti, they are all human beings who have not drunk holy water." Liadline spoke slowly.

Hamiti's face turned red, and he turned to the city legions beside him and yelled, "What are you still doing in a daze, why don't you hurry up and get rid of these filthy undead!" ”

Several soldiers then began to attack the walking corpses around them, and each swing of their icy swords would take the life of a walking corpse, but killing one walking corpse, followed by more walking corpses, and the Lordaeron City Legion soon fell into a bitter battle.

Locke stared coldly at the battle not far away, he had already summoned the gargoyle, and the gargoyle flying in mid-air had already told him that this was not the time for the Stratholme catastrophe, because except for the appearance of a large number of undead in the square, the other urban areas were still fine. He breathed a sigh of relief, if the plague had only broken out in the square on a small scale, then it wasn't too much of a problem, because the knights of the Silver Hand had struck.

The scorching holy light danced in the crowd in the square, and the golden holy light almost began to appear, and the walking corpses in the entire square suffered a devastating blow, once the walking corpses were contaminated with the holy light of the silver hand, and soon their bodies would directly turn into a puddle of black sewage, and they had no ability to resist at all.

The walking corpses can actually be regarded as the weakest unit of the Scourge Legion, their movements are slow, their attack power is weak, and they are of no use at all except for being able to spread the plague, except for the early undead Scourge is eager to use some walking corpses to increase some necessary cannon fodder, and in the later stage, the undead are more eager to use low-level troops, which should be skeleton soldiers.

When Locke saw the knights of the Silver Hand rushing into the square, he knew that the outcome was decided, and that the Walking Dead Legion without the necromancer could not be an opponent for the Paladins. Locke had already walked over to Bridget's side by this time.

"What other districts haven't gotten holy water yet?" Locke asked slowly.

"All that's left is around the town hall, and the soldiers won't allow us to gather the residents of that neighborhood." Bridget sighed, then looked at the boxes beside her.

Locke nodded cautiously, he had long expected the unexpected situation, he had already taken a countermeasure to this, he raised his hand, a layer of light black portal appeared beside him, and slowly walked out of a nightmare warhorse, this nightmare warhorse with a body burning light blue fireballs, as soon as it appeared, the surrounding air became hot. Locke turned over his horse, and he will carry a box of holy water: "Next, I will go to the town hall, and I only need to use the holy water to heal the residents near the town hall of Stratholme, then this disaster in Stratholme will be completely dismantled by me." ”

Bridget wanted to correct Locke's statement, but when the words came to her mouth, she said slowly, "Well, I wish you success, I'll keep Stratholme's garrison out of the vicinity of the town hall." ”

"It's all well or nothing, and I don't mind sending them to hell if anyone gets in my way."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Nightmare Warhorse used his illusion to transform into a brown-yellow pony, then neighed and ran towards the town hall not far away.

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Tick, tick.

The weather, which had been cloudless just a moment ago, became dark in an instant, and black clouds hung over Stratholme, and then a violent storm fell from the sky.

There was not a sound in the palatial streets, and there was no human figure in the streets, except for the occasional whisper from the houses. Flies flew around the carrion-smelling grain, which was haphazardly placed in the streets of Stratholme, and the emerald green smell of plague rose from the sacks, but fortunately it did not disperse in large numbers under the rain wash.

Locke opened the holy water chest, and there were about sixty bottles of Stratholme holy water in the box, which could not only cause some damage to the undead, but also heal those infected by the plague. Locke looked at the billboard not far away, which read: "Grain from Andohar has been infected by the plague, and citizens are advised to hide in their homes and wait for help." ”

This was the state of the town hall, where the soldiers were transferred away, the pestilence-tainted grain was left in its place, and the citizens who obeyed the orders waited quietly at home to die, or waited for the plague to spread into the house and become undead.

If it weren't for this sudden heavy rain, I'm afraid that most of the people hiding in the house would have become undead.

But the rain succeeded in suppressing the impending smell of the plague, which turned history around.

A smile appeared on Locke's lips, he took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly, "Men of Stratholme, you don't have to suffer, the Knights of the Silver Hand have come to your rescue." ”

"Come, come down from the house and receive your holy water, the holy light will heal the suffering in your body," Locke shouted in one breath, although most of the residents of the house did not open the door to receive the holy water, but a small number of residents opened the door and walked downstairs to Locke's side to receive their holy water.

A little girl with a festering face lowered her head and picked up a bottle of holy water from the box, lowered her voice and said, "Can the holy light really heal me?" (To be continued.) )