Mograine jumped backwards, dodging the hard blow, and the fighters around him were reduced by a few more. The warriors around the pen & fun & pavilion www.biquge.info immediately pointed the finger at the abomination, but under the condition of disproportionate height and strength, it was the result of death and no life.

With a wave of the Mograine Ember Bringer, he swept the ghouls rushing up to a blanket, and watched his soldiers fall one by one in front of the abomination, already on the verge of losing his mind.

He was just about to rush up and fight the abomination, but Fairbanks came out of nowhere, grabbed him and said, "You go quickly, we have been ambushed, and there are a group of undead in front of us!" ”

"I can't go, I'm the commander, what if I'm gone my fighters?" Mograine's eyes were about to split, "Besides, Mograine who didn't escape, only the Great Lord of Lordaeron who died on the battlefield!" ”

"You just listen to me, we can't all put it here, you are the commander of the entire army, there are still thousands of people waiting for you in the Valley of the Hearth!" Fairbanks was in a hurry, and despite Mograini's objections, he pulled him and rushed out to kill. Seeing this, the other fighters also forced their opponents back, forcing a way out.

"If you want to leave, how can it be so easy!" Dasohan sneered, and his body began to change until he regained Banazal's true form.

Banazal clenched his claws and punched at the two fleeing men, the wind whirring from his rapid movement.

Farbanks glanced back, broke out in a cold sweat, pushed Mograinei hard and said, "You go first, if we can't go back, remember to avenge us!" ”

Mograine's heart was shocked, looking at his empty left hand, Farbanks had already turned back, he was going to stop Banazar and buy Mograine some time.

But Fairbanks was not a warrior, he was just a thin priest, not as strong as a warrior, nor as strong as a warrior.

"Purify you, demon!" Fairbanks raised his hands, and a yellow glow rushed towards Banazal.

Banazal didn't care, this kind of pediatric spell dared to show off in front of him, it was purely an act of looking for death. Banazal broke through the yellow light and instantly appeared in front of Fairbanks, his claws clenched into fists.

Spells don't work! Farbanks was desperate, but he still hoped that after holding Banazar at bay, Mograine would escape.

"Bang!"

Farbanks' face collapsed with a punch from Banazal, his facial features were out of place, and a familiar one hung on his shattered eye sockets. But he was smiling, as could be seen by the curvature of the corners of his mouth.

"Fairbanks!" Mograini felt a pang in his heart, his best friend was killed by the enemy in front of him, and he had no choice but to flee. All he was thinking about now was to run out, and then gather the nearly 8,000 troops of the Hearthdale to avenge Fairbanks.

Mograine killed the ghoul in front of him, and ran crookedly towards the city gate, and he couldn't care about the rest.

Banazar looked at Mograini's back in the distance, laughed twice, and spread his wings behind him and swept straight over everyone's heads, blocking Mograini.

Mograini was shocked in his heart, it seems that it is not possible to fight to the death with this demon today, thinking of the ash messenger in his hand here, he slashed and killed Banazal.

Banazar didn't care about Mograine at first, no matter how strong his strength was, he was just a human warrior after all, how could he compare to himself. But it was with Mograini that Banazar felt that something was wrong.

Is it his weapon? Banazar finally found the key, not knowing what this weapon was made of, but it had a faint restraint effect on his own power.

Mograini used all his tricks to force Banazar to retreat again and again, not because he couldn't beat him, but because he was afraid of the Ash Messenger in his hand.

"Brush!"

With a single slash, Banazal's impermeable defense was finally broken by the Ember Bringer, who cut a large hole in his shoulder, and spewed a green, fishy liquid from the wound.

Banazal's eyes were shocked, and he didn't dare to fight anymore at the moment, and quickly retreated to the rear of the undead. While the two were fighting, the undead had already surrounded and sealed the passage from which Mograini had escaped.

Mograini glanced at the battle situation in the field, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, the 3,000-strong army has less than 300 people left, and the speed of casualties is too unbelievable, you must know that these current warriors are the elites who have survived the previous battle!

"Since you want me dead, try it! Let's see if you kill me, or if I kill you all! Mograine roared, and the Ember Bringer clenched his grip again.

The undead are undead creatures without minds, and they all know what Mograine is yelling at, and they all rush forward with a roar.

The Ember Bringer in Mograine's hand opened and closed widely, and with each shot, a large number of undead fell to the ground, and the unique characteristics of the Ember Bringer were undoubtedly displayed at this time.

Not only the ghouls, but even the abomination of those huge bodies fell under the ashes bringer, and Mograini was fierce, his eyes red like a madman, and he was terrified to see Banazar standing in the distance.

When the last ghoul falls, the entire area is filled with the corpses of the undead, layer upon layer of the ground. Mograine looked up and gave Banazar a fierce look, and the Ashbringer in his hand was raised again.

"What a madman!" Banazar looked at Mograine's eyes, and ran away in a panic, he was already injured, and he was thrown here with a bad life.

With a "clang", the Ember Bringer fell to the ground, and Mograine fell to his knees, gasping for air. Although he had killed all the undead, his physical strength had been exhausted, and he no longer had the strength to wield the Ember Bringer.

Banazal, who had run away, saw this scene, and his face snickered with joy, Mograini had reached the time when the oil ran out, and he couldn't do it!

But even if Mograini kneels on the ground and has no strength to stand up again, Banazar will not easily come near him again, in his eyes Mograini is a madman!

"It's your turn, boy!" Banazal shouted at Mograini's side, "Don't let us down! ”

A figure blocked the sunlight from Mograine's head, and when he looked up, a face he was extremely familiar with.

"Renault? Where did you run just now! Mograine was a little unhappy with his son's escape, and he never saw him again after the battle began.

"Father, you have to forgive me, I am doing this for your good!" Renaud smiled, then picked up the Ashbringer from the ground.

"You...... What do you want? Mograine had an unexplained look on his face, what was going on with this kid today? Or is it that the heinous thing of killing one's father is going to happen to oneself?

"Father, it's time for you to go!" Renault spoke, a sudden squeak of anger on his face, and the Ember Messenger stabbed in the chest, the sharp tip of the knife piercing Mograine's heart and emerging from his back.

Mograini looked at Renault in disbelief and said with difficulty: "You...... You...... What the hell is this...... For what? ”

Renault's lips moved slightly as if he had said something, but Mograini could no longer hear him, his eyes had drifted, his breathing had stopped, and his body fell to the ground.

"Great Lord!"

"Mograini!"

When Andy and Fording led the men into Stratholme, they happened to see Renault kill Mograine, and their hearts felt like they had been hammered by a giant hammer, causing them to suffocate for a short time.

This...... That's so unexpected, isn't it?