"I won't give you that chance again." Fu Hang said lightly.

As long as a soldier dies in battle, he will be cremated. This is the best way to prevent the warriors from being devastated by the Scourge after they die.

"When you die, I will personally cremate you."

The necromancer's eyes showed a fierce light, and he roared viciously: "One day, you will regret what you did today, the people you saved are not as good as you imagined. ”

"I listen to you." The Ember Bringer slowly fell, ending the necromancer's life.

Fu Hang urged the holy light, and the necromancer's body was slowly burned into golden powder by the holy light, and it fluttered in the wind. Perhaps, this is the final destination of the necromancer. Although Fuhang didn't know what had happened to him, Fuhang at least knew that Garissus must have done something unconscionable to make the Dalaran mage go down the path of blackening.

For the necromancer's words, Fuhang has a lot of feelings. However, the human beings that Fuhang wants to save are not these so-called high-level people, and it is the people who are fighting for Fuhang now. The people of Lordaeron as a whole.

The death of the necromancer did not change the pattern of the battlefield. Paladins and soldiers are still in a bitter battle with the Abomination and Undead soldiers.

These bloated and massive undead flesh monsters have already seriously injured several paladins. Their combat effectiveness is beyond Fuhang's imagination.

Don't look at the special abilities of these monsters are only two, but just these two skills. The plague blood mist and the body of pain made it impossible for the paladin's holy light power to be unleashed.

Maybe. The most effective measure on the battlefield is magic.

Where the Holy Light is at war with the undead, a special magical force. Unexpected results are often achieved.

Fu Hang urged the power of the frost element in his body, and the cold breath circulated in Fu Hang's hands. Soon, on the dry land, a trace of water mist converged. Intertwined with the magical aura of frost.

A two-meter-tall strong water element stood beside Fu Hang.

A torrent, icy vapor. Hit the abomination. The hatred, which was relatively flexible, fell into a struggle. The cold vapor did not weaken the strength of his body, though it did not weaken. But it made this one an abomination and could no longer attack the paladin.

Frost Orb! The silver-white ring-shaped ice hockey puck, under the sun's rays, looks particularly dazzling.

Fuhang with the help of flashes. Quickly rushed into the midst of the haters.

These bloated creatures. The biggest fear is to slow down. Let their bloated bodies become slow. As long as their movements are restricted, the paladins will have more room to play.

Fighting has always been about one thing and the other. Although the Paladin's class skills are not very flexible, compared to the Abomination of such enemies, the Paladin's speed is very easy.

Snowstorm! Fu Hang continued to urge the frost-based spells. Fuhang knew exactly what was most needed for this fight. Your own monomer burst is certainly high. But with so many undead soldiers and a dozen abominations, they couldn't be killed. I can only believe that the paladins and soldiers do a good job of controlling the deceleration, which is the greatest help in this battle.

Since Dalaran was destroyed by Akmund, it has become even more difficult for Lordaeron, who was originally scarce to see mages. The strength to deal with natural disasters is very difficult with the power of the paladin alone.

The power of the undead, from the moment it appeared, was incompatible with the Light. As a result, mages play a pivotal role in large-scale engagements.

Fuhang stirred up a blizzard, and the icy frost cones fell vertically to the ground, and many ice cones cut through the body of the abomination and entered the body of the abomination alive.

Generally speaking, blizzards provide no damage. This battle was no exception.

The ice picks that pierced into the abomination's body quickly melted, and these cold frost qi froze the flesh and blood in the abomination's body. Let these huge undead creatures temporarily lose the ability to act.

While these abominations have not been substantially harmed, do not forget. The main role on this battlefield is not to support navigation. Rather, hundreds of paladins and soldiers.

"Take advantage of this short time to release the Heroic Spirits hidden in the bodies of these undead creatures!" Fuhang shouted.

The scorching light danced on the paladin's longsword, accompanied by the seal of the light.

A rainbow of light erupted from the paladins' swords, scorching the bodies of the abominations. The Heroic Spirits seemed to feel the call of the Light, and their bodies of abomination began to dissipate out of thin air.

The flesh and blood taken from the bodies of the dead soldiers were blown away by the breeze.

Leaving only a lifetime of abomination, the screams of abomination, echoed in the wilderness.

After the most troublesome abomination was eliminated, the battle between the undead soldiers and the soldiers of the Tyran forces came to an end.

The white skeleton of the ground covered the original yellow meadow.

The sun is slowly setting, and the sunset is coming. On this battlefield that ends the battle even more.

"The battle is over, gather the bodies of these soldiers, and we see them off. These Lordaeron Heroes have been devastated enough that I don't want the pain to continue to befall them. Fuhang picked up a long sword from the ground. Although this long sword has many flaws, it has lost its former sharpness. The mutilation on the blade of the sword proves that the battle just now. However, there was no trace of blood on this long sword, this was the long sword used by the undead soldiers, but these undead soldiers were indeed the crusaders who died here the day before.

The eerie white bones were quickly gathered. Ferdin, holding a torch, stood beside the pile of bones.

"I don't know how long this kind of battle will last. Departed Lordaeron Heroes, the Light salutes you and sees you off. Fording gave a military salute.

Fuhang, Tyran, and the paladins and soldiers, all for these dead soldiers. A military salute was given.

In this undead Lordaeron, the future is uncertain. No one knows what their next day will be.

Dazzling flames leaped on the torches. Ferding gently placed the torch on the soldier's body. The ferocious flames immediately raged, and the fire that filled the sky was even more dazzling than the setting sun.

This is not the first time Fuhang has seen such a scene, and he has also seen sacrifice in Mount Hyjal. But that's his mood. It wasn't half as heavy as it is now.

In Fuhang's heart, it was as if there was a boulder weighing 10,000 tons, oppressing his heart. Leave him breathless.

Truly. In this world where there is no light in sight and tomorrow is still dark, witnessing so many deaths will not be easy for anyone.

The Captain sighed. He said to Tyran, who was next to him, "This is the first day of fighting. It's so tragic. Just imagine, in the main battlefield ahead, I don't know how many Lordaeron warriors were buried in the land of Lordaeron. ”

Tyran was also helpless, such a status quo was not something he could change.

"Let's accept it, when Arthas led the Scourge to wreak havoc on Lordaeron, didn't we survive the same." Tyran said comfortingly.

For the first time, Fuhang felt so helpless. He alone, plus the entire Knights. Such a power is so small.

"I used to have fantasies. Now, though, I'm realistic. With our current strength alone, we cannot fight against the undead of Naxxramas, and just today, we have seen their power. However, I think this is only the tip of the iceberg of the dark power of Naxxramas. "Fuhang knows what a place Naxxramas is, a dark place of infinite power.

Plague Zone, Spider Zone, Tectonic Zone, Military Zone, Lair of the Frost Dragon. The forces of darkness are mixed together, and no one knows what forces Kel'thugad will send to deal with the ruined land of Lordaeron.

"If there is war, there will be death, don't be too idealistic, take one step at a time." Tyran looked at Fuhang's disappointed look and said.

Fu Hang's eyes suddenly sharpened, and he proposed, "We need help, isn't Lordaeron affiliated with the Alliance?" Now that Naxxramas has arrived, I don't believe they'll sit still, and I'm going to ask the old knight what he might do. ”

At this time, Fording was sitting on a broken wreck.

"Old knight, I have something to ask you." Fuhang said to Ferdin.

Ferding shifted his position and motioned for Fuhang to sit down.

"Sit down and talk."

"Naxxramas has arrived, and I think we should call for help." Fuhang said.

Fording didn't show too much of a look at the word "asking for help". For him, Lordaeron, once the army of kings, has not yet received military assistance from the Alliance.

"To whom?" Ferding asked Fuhang rhetorically.

"Isn't Lordaeron a member of the Alliance?" Fuhang said with a frown.

In response to Fordin's rhetorical question, does Fuhang think this is the alliance's reaction?

"If the alliance could come to our aid, it would have done so a long time ago. Recall what the Alliance was doing when Lordaeron was at war. Fuhang, if you want to ask for help, you might as well go to the tribe. Fording said disheartenedly.

Tribe? The tribe is far away in Kalimdor. Even if they want to come, it will take time. Besides, Lordaeron's catastrophe had nothing to do with the Horde, on the contrary, their rash march into the Eastern Kingdom might break the peace agreement that had just been signed.

What kind of person Sal is, Fuhang is very clear. Take into account the overall situation and assess the situation.

However, Fuhang was wrong this time. In Saar's eyes, Fuhang is very important.

Thrall can't win Fuhang into the Horde, and that doesn't allow him to join the Alliance.

With such a young man of talent and leadership ability, the tribe did not want to be an enemy.

This is also the reason why the tribe sent troops to help Lordaeron.

"Looking for a tribe? Old knight, you're not kidding. Fuhang said in surprise.

"It's a joke, you have to know that the current Lordaeron is isolated, and everything depends on us, understand?" Fording said meaningfully.

On your own? Fu Hang came over the following year and didn't feel so uncomfortable.

On your own and with the Knights, you will deal with that Xarmas?

This is not a game, just an elite team of forty people can clear Naxxramas.

This is a real palace in the sky.

However, this palace in the sky is not so unbeatable. Fuhang believed that as long as there was an allied army of the Eastern Kingdoms, then the breach of the gate of Naxxramas would be just around the corner.

If there is a Kalimdor coalition, why doesn't the alliance build an Eastern Kingdom coalition army?

Fu Hang thought to himself, the strength of the alliance is not much worse than that of the nascent tribe.

The Alliance is not a tribe, though. The composition of the tribe is the union of several scattered tribes, and these tribes are not the state, and there are not so many conflicts of interest.

But the Alliance's side is different, whether it's Stormwind or Gilnes, they occasionally have their own internal contradictions. Not only that, but there are also a lot of intrigues at the top of the alliance.

No one is willing to give up their own interests. Lordaeron's undead invasion, the Coalition turned a blind eye. No country has sent troops, just imagine what kind of point this will go to have such a result.

Fuhang himself couldn't believe what happened to the current alliance.

Throughout the great history of the tribe, as long as it is not for the orcs of the Warsong clan to take power, everything will develop smoothly.

Thrall was undoubtedly the most suitable leader for the new tribe.

In this world, Fuhang believes that the tribe will never take a detour again. With the roar of hell, no matter what, it will not be the turn of the junior Garrosh to take power. Of course, hell roars not so much.

And now the alliance is in crisis everywhere.

"I see, Lordaeron was a member of the alliance before it was strong, and now, it's just a small country on the border in the midst of war, right?" Fuhang smiled bitterly.

Ferding wiped the war hammer with his long sleeves and said helplessly: "Yes, the alliance is like this. In terms of unity, the tribe is ten times stronger than us, and maybe the alliance will be strong one day, but we need an absolute leader. ”

"You mean Varian?" Fuhang hurriedly asked.

"Before, there was a candidate, and we all believed, that he could take the reins of the Alliance, because Lordaeron was also much stronger than Stormwind." Fording said with a sigh.

"You mean Arthas?" Arthas is indeed good, but he betrayed all of Lordaeron.

Furding shook his head and said, "Now, we can only trust Varian, but the current Stormwind City is far from being as peaceful as we imagined. ”

Does Old Fording know that Stormwind is not at peace right now? Although Fuhang knew that this was Ferdin's speculation, Fuhang still admired Ferdin's mind.

Because, the current Stormwind City is indeed not peaceful. Onexia, too, is in Stormwind, destroying the internal administrative apparatus of the Alliance's largest kingdom.

"How do you know that Stormwind is in turmoil. Old Fordin? Fu Hang asked knowingly. (To be continued......)