Andy felt a lot of pain in his heart, not in any ordinary way. Although he is not the same kind of person as Kael'thas www.biquge.info, he thinks that Kael'thas is not bad, at least much better than Arthas, a prince who has no shelf in front of ordinary people, can always gain the favor of others.

From the original Silvermoon City to the later Dalaran, Kael'thas was an example, Andy firmly believed that he could lead his people well, but now he put himself on the edge of the abyss, and he did not know whether he had jumped or not.

"Still thinking about Kael'thas about it?" Ferdin, turning his head, asked, he didn't care much about Kael'thas running away with Naga. It's just a High Elf, just leave if you have it, even if you stay in your own team, it's a troublesome thing anyway.

Andy nodded and didn't speak, his opinion was very different from that of Fordin, Kael'thas was a loss, only Andy knew how much he hated the undead, and if he stayed, it would be a strong fight.

But it's useless to think too much, and if you leave, it's impossible to come back, especially people like Kael'thas who don't have that kind of lofty posture on the surface, and there is still pride in their hearts.

The Silver Hand led by Andy and Fording has been attached to the lower edge of the Western Plaguelands, entering the Eastern Plaguelands, which has become the home of the undead due to Stratholme's presence.

"Andy, look!" Furding looked up coldly, and saw a huge fortress, whizzing through the air from a long distance away from them.

Andy looked shocked: "Naxxramas! His exclamation surprised everyone, and they all looked at Andy.

"You know what that thing is?" Fording asked, looking at Andy.

Andy coughed to hide his embarrassment, and said, "That's supposed to be the battle fortress of the undead, a necropolis called Naxxramas." ”

Fording gasped, a big graveyard! "So this thing came with a lot of undead?" Fordin's face was gloomy, and the development of events was completely unexpected by him.

"Where did it fly in that direction?" Andy asked, looking into the distance.

"It should be the direction of the chapel." A paladin turns out to be a stubble.

"Chapel?" Andy and Ferding glanced at each other, wasn't that the end of the Silver Dawn? "So, the Silver Dawn people really did something about it, and the undead started to pay attention to them?" Andy looked surprised, but he remembered clearly that the force of those people was not strong.

"Let's go, speed up!" Ferding waved his hand, "We must get to the chapel before dark!" ”

The crowd grabbed their horses' bellies and rushed silently in the direction of the chapel, Andy and Fording only wished that Naxxramas would fly slower enough to give them time to catch up.

A team of 300 men ran non-stop for six hours before they faintly saw the shadow of the chapel, and most of the horses had already begun to lose their physical strength. Andy glanced up at the sky, and Naxxramas was not too far from the chapel, which was still there, but he didn't know what was going on.

"North!" Andy yelled behind him, "Go check on the situation." "North was the scout, and he made a detour to the chapel with a loud answer.

The others stopped where they were and rested, so that the horses could rest and regain their strength. If the chapel is already surrounded by the undead, then it will take the horses to rush for a while.

"My lord, there are no large numbers of undead, there are only a small number of undead sent out above Naxxramas, constantly storming the chapel." North came back an hour later and reported, "But judging by the scene, the people in the chapel can handle it for a while. ”

Andy nodded and looked at Fordin. Ferdin, glancing at the others, said, "Rest for another hour, and after half an hour, attack the undead in the chapel and try to wash them away." ”

The order has been given, and all of them are to dismount from their horses so that the horses can better recover their strength. Half an hour later, the three hundred knights of the Silver Hand rushed towards the chapel with their weapons in hand.

The horses ran faster and faster, and by the time they reached the undead, their speed had reached a peak. After an hour and a half, the spirits of the dead gradually surrounded the chapel. The outermost layer of the undead bore the brunt of the attack, and was directly knocked out by the war horse, and the encirclement of the undead catastrophe that had not yet formed immediately collapsed.

The rushing horses pierced through the undead on the other side, and the entire undead team was rushed out of several huge gaps, which looked like a vacuum from above.

Maxwell was already in a hurry, and the constant flow of undead gave them a lot of pressure, although the people of Silver Dawn were not difficult to deal with these undead, but his people needed to rotate and could not fight endlessly. However, the undead's attacks are getting more and more frequent, and they have already caused their rotation to panic.

The knights who rushed out turned back their horses and rushed back in the opposite direction, and the undead who had been divided were immediately swept away again.

"Look, my lord! It's them, the Silver Hand! A priest next to Maxwell pointed to the knights who were going back and forth and said excitedly, "They must have seen that fortress in the air and came to save us." ”

Maxwell secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if the Silver Hand was half an hour later, the current chapel would have become a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

"Hello, we're meeting again!" Ferding walked up to Maxwell and said with a smile.

"Thank you for your help, Silver Dawn will remember you!" Maxwell bowed to Ferding and said gratefully.

"You're welcome, we were going to the chapel to see if there was anything we could do to help, but we saw that thing on the way here." Furding said, gesturing to Naxxramas not far away, "When we saw it, we hurried over. ”

After speaking, Fording glanced back, the undead who had been surrounded by him had almost been cleared, and the remaining ones were those who had just joined the battle, so there was no need to worry, the knights of the Knights would let them know that they were powerful.

"Please come in." Maxwell made a gesture of please and was the first to enter the chapel.

Fording and Andy, who had just walked by, followed him inside, and there were many wounded people lying on the floor or on the door panels of the chapel.

"Are they hurt?" Andy was shocked, if they were injured by the undead, then these people were really dangerous.

Maxwell smiled faintly and said, "Don't be nervous, we have a spell that can clear the undead plague in the human body that is not serious, but it costs mana." ”

Then he glanced at the men and continued, "Some of them are scattered soldiers, and some of them are civilians in the vicinity. ”

Andy nodded and continued to follow Maxwell inside.

"You may be seated, you two." Maxwell pointed to his chair and said, "We've already cleared the small strands of undead around us, and it's frustrating to not want to fly like this today." ”

"It's okay, we'll fight that fortress with you." Ferding smiled and said, "We ......"

Before he could finish his sentence, a young man covered in blood ran through the door, clutching a note in his hand. After seeing Maxwell, he fell to the ground with a thud, and stubbornly handed the note in his hand to Maxwell.

Maxwell took the blood-stained note, and couldn't wait to open it, and couldn't help but be shocked!