Andy knew that it was wrong, but there was nothing to be done, Mograine's trust in Da Sohan was beyond imagination, and it was by no means comparable to himself who had just known him for more than a month. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Fordin was no exception, he belonged only to the Silver Hand, and he had been convicted in the first place, even if some people thought that he should be acquitted, but racial justice was pressed here, and even Uther could only cut off his Light power and exile him.

Mograine hated orcs the most, and Fordin actually helped an orc, and took the orc to rob the execution ground for the sake of that orc, so that his best friend, General Abydis Sr., died, and this account must be counted on Fordin's head, even though the real situation is not what he thinks.

At this time, all persuasion was pale and weak, especially the persuasion of two little people who did not occupy any weight in his heart. Mograini's decision cannot be changed, the path is his own choice, and he is destined to go down.

A day later, Mograini drove out of Hearthvale with a third of the warriors of Hearthvale and struck Stratholme. The broad Ember Bringer was on his back, scorching cold in the sunlight.

The plan was basically made by Da Sohan himself, including the entourage, how many soldiers to bring with him, and the route of the march. Because of Mograini's trust, his plan was quickly determined after a cursory glance at Mograini, and the rest was just time and desperate fighting.

The entourage included most of the middle and high-ranking officers, including Mograine's eldest son Renaud, although Mograini was a little surprised, but Stratholme's current situation was only known to Da Sohan, so he didn't ask too much.

Of course, Andy and Fording were not among them, even if the Silver Hand and Mograine's troops were mixed together, these officers never regarded them as their own, especially after seeing the more than 200 adventurers, the disdain in their eyes was even more unscrupulous. In their eyes, adventurers are synonymous with a rabble.

"Something is wrong, Mograini is a little careless, at least I have to listen to the news once or twice before I can make a decision." Andy said with a frown.

"Da Sohan is his confidant, and it is relatively normal to believe in him unconditionally, and we can't influence his decision at all." Furding sighed and said, "It's just that there is indeed a problem with that battle plan, they only brought more than 3,000 people, is Da Suohan so confident?" ”

Andy sighed, he couldn't help it, Mograine couldn't listen to him, Stratholme was slaughtered by Arthas, and Rivendell would definitely integrate those undead.

"What should I do?" Andy looked at Fordin, hoping the paladin would have a suggestion.

"What else can I do? If you don't want to wait here, then follow along, and if something really happens, you can help. Fording stood up and said, it wasn't his style to sit and wait for news.

"And who is it handed over to here?" Andy said, "Fairbanks has been taken away by Mograine, who can lead those troops here?" ”

"Let's take the members of the Silver Hand with us, just in time to run in. Those soldiers don't take them with them, and they can't command! "Leave the soldiers to Abidis, she's a general, and she should be able to command them." ”

The two men immediately carried out their decision, rushing out of the Hearthvale with the Silver Hand, following Mograine's path all the way to Stratholme.

Mograini led the men all the way to the gates of Stratholme, and the scattered debris on the way was mercilessly crushed by his soldiers, who had escaped Lordaeron's death, and they simply hated the dead spirit.

"My lord, shall we go straight in or ......" Fairbanks asked, leaning over.

"Dassault Suohan, you are familiar with the situation here, what do you say?" Mograini looked at Da Sohan.

"There aren't many undead in it, just kill them directly." Da Sohan said, taking advantage of Mograini's inattention to reveal a sneer.

Mograine nodded, and gave the order for the soldiers to line up and enter Stratholme, but he also warned the soldiers not to rush too fast and too hard.

Mograini walked among the soldiers in front of him, looking at the city gate that was getting closer and closer, the two door panels had already rotted into a pile of rotten wood chips, and the dark red blood still remained on the inside of the city wall, which was still shocking to look at.

Mograine could already see the undead roaming aimlessly around the city, and there weren't that many of them, as D'Dar Sohan said.

"Dassohhan, let the soldiers assault and kill me all that crumbs!" Mograini pointed to the scattered undead. At this time, he suddenly thought of the slaughter of Alsace, but at that time, Arthas slaughtered the civilians in the city, and he killed the undead in the city.

Da Sohan nodded his head and ordered the soldiers in the front row to split up and attack the undead. The rest walked all the way into the city, but whenever they encountered a stream of undead, Da Sohan divided his troops and went out to fight.

The people around Mograini are getting smaller and smaller, and he already brought more than 3,000 people, and after such a division, there are not many troops left.

Mutations always happen inadvertently, and just when Mograini thought everything was going well, a small group of soldiers furthest from them let out a miserable shout.

"What's going on!" Mograini turned his head instantly, and then he saw the horror.

A three-meter-tall abomination, throwing a body of white fat and flowers, constantly oozing some green liquid from those seemingly stitched openings, making people look disgusting.

Abomination shook the chain in his hand, and with a few swipes from side to side, most of the small group of soldiers flew out, and the rest stared at the monster in amazement.

"Rescue, quick!" Mograine and the others wanted to turn back to save them, and in a dark alley on their side, a group of ghouls suddenly rushed out and blocked their way.

All the soldiers in the squad began to scream, each of which hit Mograine's heart hard. These soldiers are his wealth, and they cannot be consumed.

"Dassault Han, what's going on?" Mograini shouted, but looked back at the figure of Da Sohan, "Da Sohan, Da Sohan, where are you!" ”

Mograini was in a hurry, where did Dasohan go? As he looked around anxiously, Dasuohan appeared in the middle of the group of ghouls, strangely not being attacked at all.

"What's going on?" Mograine frowned.

"Thank you for your trust, otherwise I would have been able to trick you into Stratholme!" Dassault Han smirked.

"Retreat, retreat!" Mograine immediately came to his senses, and Da Sohan, the bastard, had actually surrendered to the enemy.

"You can't run, there's no way to live from the moment you step into Stratholme!" Da Sohan said, stretching out his hand, and the ghouls pounced on him with hunger.

Mograine's soldiers were not afraid of death, and it was also when their lord's life was threatened. The ghouls rushed up frantically, and the warriors frantically fought back. The soldiers fell layer by layer, which greatly stimulated Mograini, and suddenly let out a loud shout, and the ash messenger in his hand shot out!

A circle of flaming sword light swept through the group of ghouls and swept away in an instant. At this moment, an ordinary soldier who had already been dealt with by an abomination in his hand strode towards Mograini, the chain in his hand like a straight iron rod, and smashed down towards Mograini.