Bridget glanced sadly at Stratholme, once a bustling metropolis that was now a pile of ruins. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Numerous knights of the Silver Hand walked around Bridget, warriors in silver armor ready to reclaim the city, the city that had been destroyed.

Since the disbandment of the Knights of the Silver Hand, many knights have returned to their homeland until Lord Uther re-established the Order of the Silver Hand, but the good times were short-lived, and Arthas, the future star who was once the Silver Hand, once again destroyed the hope of the Silver Hand.

"It won't be like this anymore." Brigitte thought to herself, she looked at the busy knights around her, a little embarrassed, after all, since yesterday's general mobilization, the Silver Hand Knights have gathered all the paladins and priests at the gates of this burning stansom.

But Brigitte didn't help at all, and she followed the army in a daze to the gates of the city, which had been destroyed by the Prince of Arthas.

There was still a fire burning in the city, and she looked around with some trepidation, she had a chance to turn everything around, but then failed, she didn't want to think about the reason, she just blamed her father for not preparing for this disaster in advance.

The main force of the Knights of the Silver Hand has not yet perished, and despite several attacks by Arthas, the Ember Bringer Alexandros managed to gather most of the Knights of the Silver Hand in the Eastern Plaguelands.

These were the few remaining cities in Lordaeron, Bridge lamented, and she walked to the door of the camp, as a woman, she did not have to take up arms, but as the daughter of the great general Abydis, she had to take responsibility.

Protect the shivering inhabitants of the city.

Someone had told Bridget that hatred was the only way to awaken the fighting power of Lordaeron's army, and she didn't care, knowing that the Light didn't say that.

Thinking of this, Bridget held up the flag at the door, and the red-dyed Lordaeron flag made a "squealing" sound in the wind, and the surrounding soldiers began to shout.

The sounds made Bridget look up at the sky, a gargoyle that was swooping down on her, and before she could draw the blade of her sword and slash, she saw a golden light emerge around her, and then the gargoyle fell at her feet.

"It's great that I didn't get hurt." The middle-aged uncle who approached him was Alexandros Mograini, the leader of the siege of Stratholme, and with every swing of the Ash Messenger in his hand, hundreds of undead were wiped out in an instant.

Bridget barely smiled: "I'm fine, just a little uncomfortable." ”

She had intended to boost the morale of the Silver Hand, but failed.

"Look, what's that!"

"Oh my God."

"That bunker floating in the sky is flying out a lot of gargoyles."

"Prepare for war!"

The cheers of the many soldiers rang out in front of Bridget, which made Bridget look behind her, it was the floating city of the Scourge Legion, the castle was a typical spider demon building, and emerald green water flowed from it, it was obvious that it was polluted water.

When the undead touch the green water, they will become berserk, and the living will be transformed into the undead.

A serious look appeared on Alexandros' face: "An evil force is approaching our target, and it seems that we have a tough battle to fight."

Bridget had a bad feeling that she had received a book from a captive Cultist of the Damned detailing the composition of the Scourge Legion.

For example, the floating city floating in mid-air is the bunker of the Scourge Legion, which can be used to support the surrounding undead and place a large number of undead in the right place to fight.

"The Silver Hand has never been afraid of the dark, and we have always fought against it."

"That traitor in Arthas is just lucky, the Silver Hand will judge Arthas in the end."

The Ember Bringer danced with holy light, and the golden light illuminated everyone in the camp.

But Bridget was not in the mood to hear this, she bowed her head and said, "May the Light be with you." ”

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The Knights of the Silver Hand did not intend to capture Stratholme directly, and when the Necropolis of Naxxramas appeared in the sky above Stratholme, the leaders of the Knights of the Silver Hand had a heated discussion.

Bridget didn't care about any of that, and she suddenly wanted to go back to her old days, carefree, not worrying about living, and being able to play happily all day long.

There was no doubt that the Silver Hand had captured Stratholme, and Bridget smiled.

After all, the soldiers of the Knights of the Silver Hand are all veterans who survived the Second Orc War, and they are proficient in swordsmanship, holy light, and there is no reason why they can't defeat those ghouls.

Bridget was only concerned about when she would be able to recover Lordaeron, and had heard of several times when the chieftains had quarreled over the ownership of Lordaeron's crown.

She shrugged her shoulders and rose from the lawn, where she saw Alexandros Mograini and a small team entering Stratholme in the night.

She hesitated slightly, but finally planned to follow them into Stratholme, knowing in her heart that as long as she could use the power of the Holy Light, the Scourge was nothing at all.

This idea prevailed among the Knights of the Silver Hand, and Bridget shared it, at least after she had eliminated the undead a few times with the Light.

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Stratholme

Bridget quietly followed Alessandros Mograini and the others, not because she wanted to follow them, but at night, which seemed to be a little more exciting, and she quietly walked through the streets of Stratholme.

Brigitte breathed a sigh of relief to the sound of the flames burning, and the sound of her footsteps could not be heard at all.

This burning Stratholme, once the city that was slaughtered by Arthas, has long been a consensus among the Knights of the Silver Hand, but judging by what Bridget has learned.

At that time, Arthas didn't actually kill all the humans in Stratholme, but after chasing down the Dreadlord, he went to Northrend, and later Stratholme's later treatment was carried out by Uther and Gianna.

Brigitte quietly followed behind Mograine and the others, and there weren't really many undead left in Stratholme, and there were no targets worthy of the Silver Hand. (To be continued.) )