Night, Scarlet Monastery. After completing the most important experiment of the day, Master Duane hastily took back the utensils and walked out of the library with a sad face.

The Scarlet Warriors and minions he met along the way were as deferential and humble as ever, but Duane always felt that they were a little different from usual.

The frenzy in their eyes remained, but instead of that dull anger, it was replaced by a shocking hope

Although he was one of the four leaders of the monastery and was in charge of the library, he had always been obsessed with arcane arts, and there was nothing in the monastery that could excite him except for the magic books and spellcasting materials.

Including the Scarlet Crusader Position's Demented Light! In his eyes, all energy is traceable, and the eternal, profound, and mysterious arcane is a powerful force worth pursuing!

In this respect, he was no different from the other mages of Dalaran and High Elves who looked through their nostrils, and if it weren't for his withdrawn and silent nature, he would have been sidelined from the ranks of the Scarlet Crusaders.

Indifferent to fame and fortune, he made him one of the top ** masters in Dalaran, and studied the forbidden art of arcane invincibility, which made most pretentious mages lose face, but the result of staying away from power was that he could not control any Scarlet Crusader warriors except for a few personal guards and a huge library. Of course, he didn't pay attention to it at all

"Fools who underestimate the power of magic, the brilliance of arcane is something you will never understand!" Glancing faintly at the blood-colored centurion leading the way in front of him, Duane sneered disdainfully in his heart.

Since Alexander's death, he has watched the transformation of the Scarlet Crusaders and the drama that has been staged. I was also moved by this and wanted to redeem it, but who can he say that he has no soldiers and no power? If it weren't for the long-cherished wishes of those old fellows, he might have left the faded Scarlet Crusaders and embarked on a rugged path to arcane discovery.

All the way through the corridors and gardens, into the closed cathedral, the heavy faces and strange atmosphere of the blood-colored warriors waiting inside gave him a gut feeling that something unusual was going to happen today

"Please go here" The scarlet centurion who led the way withdrew, and a priest who had been waiting for a long time stepped forward to salute him, pointed to the side hall, and said softly: "The Great Lord and the Grand Inquisitor are waiting for you!" ”

Listening to the familiar title, Du Anxin couldn't help but feel a burst of amusement and loss. The children who used to run around the ground have become famous leaders, but their old friends are

Nodding expressionlessly, he followed the priest to the side hall, pushed the door and walked in the situation in front of him, which made him lose his color after many years of unmoved:

"Darien? Tyran? Are you、Fairbanks? Although the image has changed greatly, the old acquaintance of many years has still been seen by Duane as the true identity of the undead on the main throne.

Seeing old acquaintances, although there was no deep friendship, it still made him feel a little warm, but then he thought of the strange situation in front of him, and his heart suddenly jumped: "The Scarlet Crusaders are actually in the same room with the undead?" ”

Glancing quietly, Renault, who was sitting next to him, changed his majesty and violentness in the past, and was easy-going, and there was actually a calm temperament exuding from his body, and the direct character of Sari, as if he was worried about something, Tyran was still so gentle and kind, his eyes lacked wandering, and his expression was firm, Demetia was still that light and wise look, but there seemed to be a difference between his eyebrows, and his eyes seemed to drift to the side from time to time Darian? Also、Is this the Ash Bringer?

"Duane, you are still as calm and intimidating as usual~" Fairbanks nodded, trying his best to soften his face and squeeze out a trace of an ugly smile, affirming Duane's question.

"Arcane Wizard? People are almost, right? A certain blood elf general who was ignored by the gorgeous raised his eyebrows very dissatisfied, and said in a troublesome voice.

"It's still Herold, wait a little longer~" Renaud smiled calmly, looked at Duane, and leaned forward slightly: "Uncle Duane, sit down first, when Herold comes, I will say any questions one by one!" ”

Duane's expression moved slightly, trying his best to hide the shock in his heart, and slowly walked to the side and sat down. Renault hasn't been calling his uncle since he became the commander of the cathedral, so what's going on today?

As soon as he sat down, before he could think about it, a fierce blood-colored warrior with a top body and a battle axe smashed open the door with a fist and appeared in front of everyone: "It's not a big deal, hurry up, you all know?" ”

This dress is not wearing a helmet, but it is still recognizable. The corners of Xie Feng's mouth curved upward, and he glanced at Renault unusually flat, and quipped: "Look, the scoundrel you are waiting for is here!" ”

The dull atmosphere suddenly stagnated, and a trace of flushing appeared on everyone's faces, and they looked at Herod who was stunned there, and then looked at it, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

"How do you know?" Whitemane's impression of Xie Feng was acceptable and asked curiously, while Herold himself almost ran away, directly threw out the axe, and shouted: "Little white face, you are looking for death!" ”

When he was a child, among his playmates, because of his strong physique, toughness, and straightforwardness, Herold often snatched the toys of Renault and others, so that he had the nickname of "rogue" Herold. But since he joined the blood, everyone has called him the Warrior Herold, and his friends have long passed the age of playing, and no one makes fun of him anymore, making him think that this ugly incident has been drowned by the long river of history. Unexpectedly

Xie Feng's eyesight was not bad, and he could see the strength and landing point of the axe from Herod's posture and technique, and he didn't take it seriously at all, and sat there leisurely and motionless.

'Bump! The battle axe landed precisely in front of Xie Feng and stuck straight on the table, and the ambush soldiers who turned over were not only three inches away from his chest.

"Boy, good eyesight! The guts are not bad, too! Seeing that Xie Feng reacted calmly, Herod not only did not blame, but nodded appreciatively, turned to Renault and said eagerly:

"Do you still have the heart to make small talk here? Hurry up and send troops to the battle! I don't like that traitor to Tyrosos, but the Chapel can't fall into the hands of a natural disaster! ”

Here it comes! Xie Feng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but his face was the same as everyone else, with a surprised expression, looking at Herod: "Going on the expedition?" What happened to the chapel? ”

"You don't know? How did it get so close? Herold glanced at everyone in confusion, then shook his head, and said hurriedly: "There is a big battle in the Eastern Plague!" The Sick Wood Grove Scourge has poured out of its nest, and the target is the Chapel of the Light's Wish, which has already laid down the Northland Watchtower, and is fighting the Blood Elves and the Silver Dawn Army at the fork in the road! As long as we can completely eradicate these natural disasters"

"What?" "How so?" "Damn, where did you get the news?" When Herrod's words came out, everyone in the room suddenly exploded and shouted in shock.

"Are you done with the fun?" The last sentence was like being shouted by the neck, and the voice was Xie Feng's. At this time, his face was angry, and he directly pulled out the axe in front of him, pointed at Herold and shouted.

He could still hear the battle of the Eastern Plague, but then he heard that the Blood Elves and Silver Dawn were actually facing off against the natural scourge at a three-way intersection, and the news almost stunned him

"What does Hawksbill eat? And what about Thrace? And Eldara, who was overwhelmed by Iselius? Why is there such a big leak? At this time, Xie Feng wanted to cry without tears in his heart, he was obviously so angry that he was about to go crazy, but he couldn't say these words, so he could only keep them in his mouth with great grievances.

Darien was also very anxious, but seeing Xie Feng like this, he began to comfort him in turn: "It's okay Alex, Thrace's command ability is very good, there shouldn't be any problems~"

In his heart, Xie Feng would leave the army behind and run around at this critical juncture for the sake of the Scarlet Crusaders and his own family affairs. If something really happens

"Where did you get the news? What about our Scarlet Crusaders? Why didn't you go to war? Tyran asked, furrowed and confused.

Herold stepped forward and dragged the axe away from Xie Feng's hand, and replied, "The griffon knight who just flew over from the Hearthdale, the Silver Dawn's messenger for help has found it!" Also, the Blood Elves are looking for some of their generals" After a pause, he replied to Tyran, "Marlan and Bridget are facing off against the Forsaken and are unable to participate in the battle as for the hand of Tyr, at least so far. ”

Demitia's face turned blue with anger: "The Forsaken are looking for death!?" At this time, she also regretted being led out by Xie Feng's letter. Bridget and Marlan were pinned, and the Hand of Tyr now had no talent to lead troops except for the wounded Wademar

"By the way, Renault, I just met the person you sent to teach me, what is the matter with me?" Herold looked at Renault, who had a heavy face, and asked suspiciously, and Duane also looked over.

The others were silent for a moment. The reason for these two leaders was because Renault felt that he could no longer serve as the commander of the Scarlet Cross and wanted to give him up to Tyran. But I didn't expect this emergency to happen now. The big war is imminent, and if we change the generals according to the plan just now, the consequences will be unpredictable

"Renault, give up the idea for the time being, and talk about this matter after the natural disaster army of the Eastern Plague has been wiped out and the crisis is out of the crisis. Now it's up to you to lead your troops! Xie Feng looked at him and said categorically. Silver Dawn is dead and alive, except for Angela's little girl who looks pretty good, the rest of Xie Feng doesn't care, the sky is big, and his subordinates are the biggest! Judging by the location of their battle, if anything goes wrong, Thrace may be forced to retreat to the chapel, and then it will be troublesome! Since the plan has deviated, Renault has also come to his senses, just in time for him to hit the shelf

Others will not object, public and private, at this critical juncture, Renault really needs to shoulder this burden, it is inevitable to lead troops to the battle, and the next thing is the question of who goes and who stays.

With Herold's hooliganism and belligerence, he wants him to stay and guard the monastery unconsciously, and with his IQ, Renault and the others may not be reassured. Duane has a calm and cautious personality and enough strength, but his prestige is not enough to mobilize the blood-colored soldiers like a finger, and the army also needs a powerful mage to protect the formation. In this way, Whitemayne is left

Despite his reluctance, the Grand Prosecutor had to take his responsibility, and at dawn he tearfully watched Renault lead 10,000 blood-colored Crusader warriors to the undead barrier.

Xie Feng also set off with the army with Tailan, Darian and others, and did not take the lead because of the tense situation. It's not that he doesn't want to, but he can't!

The current Eastern Plague, needless to say, must have been rampant with natural disasters, and eighty percent of the Chapel of the Holy Light's Wish has also been besieged, with Xie Feng's strength, he will definitely not be able to break in alone, unless he flies!

But the problem is that Xie Feng didn't bring the two young dragons with him at all in order to create the illusion that he couldn't arrive in time and the blood elves were forced to withdraw from the battlefield. Although he can also ride a griffin, he has not been trained as a griffin knight and is not comfortable with a fierce combat griffin, and it is very likely that he will be knocked down when flying through the circle of natural disasters due to the lack of strength of his mount

Pure cocooning! Now Xie Feng, who has no choice, can only choose to follow the plan, and can only hope that the blood elves can escape back to Zumashal, or the chapel to hold on for a while longer.

The Silver Dawn, which passed through the undead barrier and came without hindrance, did not dare to slack off in the slightest at this emergency moment, and swept the road clean, for fear that it would bring obstacles to the blood-colored soldiers.

Before entering the Western Plaguelands and Dalson's Tears Farm, the five thousand Scarlet Crusaders of the Valley of the Fireplace, who had already received the news, were arrayed and waiting for everyone to arrive.

Wearing the long-lost Lightbringer suit again, Old Ferding stood in front of the battle with a resolute face holding the silver war hammer in his hand, and the vigorous light energy fluctuations and powerful coercion surging on his body clearly told everyone his current state and firm faith. Seeing this, Renaud, Darien and the others could not hide the excitement in their eyes, walked over and knelt down on one knee with a respectful face, and saluted the Knights of the Silver Hand at the highest level

Uther and Alexander were killed in battle, and old Fording was indeed worthy of this ceremony, and the crusaders who had come from the Scarlet Monastery found out the situation, and immediately let out a cry that shook the sky, and shouted loudly!

Xie Feng didn't have the slightest consciousness to face the heroes and powerhouses, and when the blood-colored warriors finished going crazy, he leaned over with a stinky face and asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you take the first step?" How's it going? ”

Renault, Herrod and the others, who were one step behind, suddenly looked dissatisfied, and glared at Xie Feng very unkindly.

Tailan and the others, who knew the relationship between the two, did not feel the slightest displeasure, and explained to them the relationship between Xie Feng and Lao Fuding

"The allied forces at the three-way intersection have suffered a crushing defeat, nearly 10,000 killed in battle, and countless wounded, and now they have been forced to retreat to the chapel," Old Ferding replied in a sad tone, but his face remained unchanged at all.

Finished! Xie Feng's face suddenly turned pale, and his heart was blank. What is the strength of the Cataclysmic Legion Xie Feng couldn't be clearer, the silver and blood elves alone are not their opponents at all! It was hoped that Erigor, Hawksbier, and Thrace would be wiser and able to retreat in time before defeat. I didn't expect it

As he was in a daze, Old Fuding's tone changed, and he said with a little distress: "But these casualties are all on the Silver Dawn side, and your blood elves are not only almost unharmed, but also rescued."

Immediately, he was a little depressed and narrated the whole battle, and finally added: "Now the natural disaster is besieging the chapel and gathering troops, and there is no attack yet, and according to the scout's report, the Forsaken have blocked the line from Talon County to the Crown Watchtower, so I am waiting for you to come, and the withered ones are comfortable withdrawing their troops, and even fighting together!" ”

At this time, Xie Feng's mood drifted back from hell to heaven again, and a smirk unconsciously appeared on his face, and he was called by Old Fuding several times before he came back to his senses, wiped his saliva, and promised: "No problem!" Even if you can't say that the witherers are fighting together, they will definitely be able to withdraw their troops! After speaking, he asked rhetorically: "By the way, how many troops does the natural disaster have now?" ”

Old Ferding did not frown and sighed expressionlessly: "At least 80,000 elite regular soldiers and more than 200,000 cannon fodder, and still counting."

The generals who were listening to the conversation between the two suddenly stopped breathing, and a sense of powerlessness involuntarily appeared on their faces. An army of 300,000, or even an army of 400,000, even if you stand there and let you cut and kill, it will take at least half a day! The strength of the coalition forces is simply chilling in comparison

Fifteen thousand blood crusaders, the hands of Kaulin and Tyr of the Eastern Plague may be able to squeeze out 10,000, and the defeated and contracted Silver Dawn is full of less than 20,000 left, plus six or seven thousand blood elves, and the troops that are less than 50,000 are killed! The difference is almost ten to one

"We only need to face about 100,000 regular natural disaster troops, and those skeleton zombies that are pulled over to make up the numbers have no effect except for getting in the way!"

Darian is fighting and enthusiastic. But other people who really knew the details of the natural disaster had a wry smile in their hearts.

In addition to the Sea of the Undead, the Scourge's Legion also has another characteristic that is extremely troublesome. That's 'the weak and the weak, the strong and the strong'!

Ordinary scourge undead skeletons, even a slightly stronger farmer can be killed, but when it comes to regular troops, ghouls need a skilled old warrior, gargoyles need a group of qualified archers, banshees only take energy damage, and abomination needs a squad of qualified warriors! Not to mention special classes such as necromancers and death knights. In addition, some skeleton zombies that have been specially infected or awakened also have terrifying strength! For example, the death marks that directly restrained eighty percent of the troops of the Far Traveler. 300,000 cannon fodder can be 'ignored', what about 100,000 elites?

"Fight! Maybe we're in a weak position, but isn't the old man coming out again? Even the Ember Messenger has returned, so what is there to be afraid of? Looking at the mystery of the people's popularity, Xie Feng brandished the Sindolei giant sword and shouted loudly to cheer them up.

When the names of Old Ferding and the Ash Messenger were spoken, the morale of the people, who had been depressed for a while, was greatly boosted.

When did the Scarlet Crusaders ever fear a natural disaster? Those soldiers were not discouraged in the slightest, the fighting spirit was high, the generals were discouraged first, and it was a bit embarrassing to think about it

Seeing that everyone had regained their confidence, Lao Fuding didn't bother to fight in person, handed Xie Feng a look that counted him as acquaintance, and continued to be his living totem to boost the fighting spirit of the blood-colored warriors.

The army scurried all the way, and as soon as they crossed the Sodoril River, the scouts sent back the message that the Forsaken had let go of the blockade of the road and the confrontation with the Scarlet Crusaders, and had withdrawn to the Narith Farm.

The withered blood-colored army that had gone from the Western Plague had already gotten the news, and if he confronted Xie Feng according to his plan, he would be a fool! Naturally, the troops should be withdrawn as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary casualties.

There was no need for Xie Feng to negotiate, and the army drove directly to the Kaolin intersection. Abidis had already mobilized all his warriors and was ready to go, and Marlan had returned to the hands of Tyre to prepare for battle.

At around noon, the three blood knight armies merged, and all the new generals except for Sally gathered under the command of Old Fordin, and nearly 25,000 troops gathered on the north shore of Lake Mirear, waiting for the opportunity to attack

(To be continued)