Watching Mograini fall, Fordin's eyes suddenly turned red, although Mograini didn't really regard him as a comrade-in-arms, and even had some disdain for him, but after all, he had indelible merits for Lordaeron, and it was also a person who still remembered his country in the era of the collapse of this world. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Renault, how can you do that!" Fordin rushed forward, trying to snatch Mograine's body back, leaving the enemy to die without rest.

Andy held the short knife in his hand, his eyes fixed on the approaching demon in the distance, not knowing if he could defeat it on his own. However, in the original Hyjal Mountain, the Dreadlord as powerful as Annetheron had also fought against him, and this much weaker-looking Banazar was not so terrifying.

Banazar looked at the crowd rushing in, and a sneer couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth, Mograini's three thousand people have been left with no armor, what can such a few hundred people do?

Before he could summon the undead in Stratholme's depths, a black streamer of light fell from the sky and shot at Fording accurately.

Furding's face was shocked, he didn't expect that there was someone else here, and this person was waiting to sneak up on him. He quickly rolled over to dodge the attack, and the black streamer shot on the ground, immediately blasting out a large crater.

Andy looked at this sharp blow and couldn't help but say in a deep voice: "What person, sneaky? ”

"Don't recognize it so soon?" A white figure fell from the sky, but when it descended to about two meters above the ground, it did not continue to fall, and the whole person floated in the air.

"Are you ......?" Andy frowned and looked at this white figure, from his physical condition, he could see that this must not be a person, and the only one who could attack them here was the undead. And he is undoubtedly an undead!

It's just that this undead is a little familiar to Andy, and the tone of his voice and his pale cheeks finally make Andy wake up: "You are Kel'thugad, the lich!" ”

"Finally remembered?" Kel'thugad laughed, "Yes, I am the lich, and the most powerful lich under the Lich Throne!" How's that, scared, right? ”

"I'm scared of a fart!" Andy sent him a mouthful of spit, "You shameless bastard, you helped Arthas destroy Dalaran and kill your teacher!" ”

"Tut-tut, that's a big mistake!" Kel'thugad had a look of pity on his face, "It's true to attack Dalaran, but I didn't kill that old immortal Antonidas, and I don't have that ability." It was Akmund who killed him, but the thing was dead! ”

"Kel'thugad, you'd better be respectful of your master, or I'll just shatter your lifebox and make you ruined!" Banazar heard that Kel'thugad was disrespectful to Akmund, and he couldn't help but lash out in anger.

"You save it, what can you do when Akmund is dead? Not only is he dead, but Tikdios is also dead, Anatheron is dead, and the two strongest of you Dreadlord are dead, what else can you do? Kel'thugad turned to Banazar and said with a grim look in his eyes, "To tell you the truth, with a Dreadlord like you, I can do it in minutes, without the need for the Lich King's intervention. Now that the Lich King is in the world, you'd better be smart! ”

Andy looked at the two aliens who were fighting, and he couldn't help but laugh and cry. The Burning Legion wanted to use the Orcs from the beginning, but it didn't go well from Gul'dan. Until the time of Naozu, he directly betrayed the Burning Legion, and the Lich King Naozu was also created by Kil'Gardan, is this considered to be lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot?

Banazar looked at Kel'thugad's gloomy eyes, and he was speechless for a while. He's right, the Dreadlord is nothing without Akmund, and nothing can be accomplished.

"Hmph, then we'll see!" Banazar walked straight into the depths of Stratholme, without even looking at Kel'thugad.

"Since they're all here, don't go!" Kel'thugad turned around, saw Andy and Fordin, and said with a cruel smile, "Andy, transform you into a death knight, I guess you are even more powerful than Arthas!" ”

"Dream your big spring and autumn dreams!" Andy spat and pulled Ferding up and walked back to the door of Stratholme.

Fordin sighed, although he really wanted to take Mograini's body with him, but now he couldn't even protect himself, and he still cared for Mograini.

"If you want to leave, how can it be so easy?" Kel'thugad floated in mid-air, unhurriedly chasing after the crowd. Although there are more than 300 knights, Kel'thugad has not yet taken it into account. The Silver Hand was only feared by Uther, but he was dead, killed by Arthas!

In this way, on the plain outside Stratholme, there was a picture of a lich chasing a group of knights running wildly. Originally, the more than 100 genuine knights were very disdainful of running away, but after Morgan's explanation, they still felt that it was better to stay in the green mountains and not be afraid of running out of firewood.

"Stand back, evil thing!" A blinding glare shot out of the oblique stab, shining right on the chasing Kel'thugad.

Kel'thugad screamed, and quickly dodged the bright light, and his body unexpectedly emitted more cyan smoke. What is this thing that can have a purifying effect on one's body? Kel'thugad thought with a frown.

Andy and the others were taken aback by the sudden turn of events, and they really didn't know who else would set foot in this plague-ridden land, which everyone regarded as a place of death.

"Don't retreat yet, undead!" A man who looked to be in his forties, dressed in a white priest's robe, rode on a horse, and held a cane that looked like a cane. As for whether it is a staff or not, it is unknown.

Kel'thugad looked at Andy and Fordin, and said that your fate is great, and without saying a word, he flew away in the direction of Stratholme.

"Thank you for your help, who are you?" Andy walked up to the man and asked.

"I'm Maxwell, the leader of the Silver Alliance." He said, "What was that thing just now, chasing you closely?" ”

"He is Kel'thugad, the most powerful lich under the Lich Throne." Andy said, "My name is Andy, and he is Tirio Ferdin, and he belongs to the Silver Hand. ”

"Oh, I see." Maxwell smiled, then beckoned, and out of the woods behind him stepped out a group of warriors and priests like him, and the most surprising thing was those of other races.

Andy looked at such a group of people and couldn't help asking, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Go to the Chapel of the Light's Wish, which is a church and is said to have survivors." Maxwell said.

"Survivors?" "I haven't heard of it, and that church is in the easternmost part of the Eastern Plaguelands, so it's not easy to walk." ”

"We're always going to go." Maxwell said, "Since you're all right, let's go first, there's still a long way to go." ”

Andy nodded, and Ferdin's got out of the way, watching the crowd of people in different outfits walk away.

"Do you see, there are orcs in their ranks?" Andy asked, turning his head.

"That's not an orc, it's a minotaur." Fording glanced at Andy, "The Minotaurs are from this world, unlike the orcs, they don't like to fight, but that doesn't mean they are easy to bully, they live in Thunder Bluff." ”

With that, Fording beckoned to the others, then retrieved his mount and stepped on.

"Silver Dawn is not originally a human-only organization, and it's not surprising that there are a few minotaurs." Ferding looked at Andy's puzzled eyes and said with a smile.