North's thoughts were steady, and he thought that as long as he could finish chanting the spell, the battle would be over.

In fact, the idea is completely correct. North can say that he has analyzed the entire battlefield very accurately. As long as nothing goes wrong with the undead army, this battle is over now.

However, this is not the end. North doesn't know, and Fuhang doesn't know, Alonsos will help Fuhang at this critical moment and break through the current dilemma!

At this time, Alonsos slowly walked out of the chamber of the tomb.

The gorgeous robe, calm outfit, and a touch of white eyebrows made Alonsos look energetic.

Even though this is just a phantom of the soul, it seems to outsiders to be so rich in texture and power.

Alonsos slowly walked to the high platform of the council chamber. Bits of holy light, pouring down from Alonsos's body, apparently, came out of the tomb, consuming a lot of his holy light power. This is the only one that remains, and the light that maintains the appearance of the body is also fading.

Alonsos' appearance made Fuhang's body, which was already sensitive to the power of the Holy Light, feel Alonsos.

"Archbishop?" Fuhang pulled out the Ember Messenger from the belly of the ghoul in front of him, and turned his head to look at Alonsos behind him.

The archbishop walked steadily behind the combined forces, and perhaps this was the last time Alonsos would exert his power in this world. In the future, Azeroth will never have Alonsos. Later generations can only rely on books and documents to get acquainted with this Holy Light Archbishop who has done his best for mankind.

Alonsos smiled at Fuhang. The left hand was raised high, and a rich ball of holy light filled the air. Fuhang didn't know what the archbishop was doing. Although this holy light power is not particularly powerful, the holy light energy reveals a fierce aura.

This rich power of holy light seemed to have the same age, heavy and mature, like a mountain formed by a rock, indestructible.

The illusory figure of Alonsos. Slowly beginning to disappear from the feet upwards, the souls sustained by the power of the Holy Light are burning. The Light is getting stronger and stronger. The figure of Archbishop Alonsos is getting fainter and fainter.

Seeing this, not only Fuhang, but all the soldiers present were clear. This old paladin. at the expense of their own lives.

But. Alonsos is sacrificing his own life. He put his soul into the land of Lordaeron. The soul was dissipating, but Alonsos still had a smiling face. This ending seems to have been expected by him for a long time.

I only saw Alonsos's side of the support, and I burst into tears. This archbishop, truly, gave his life for Lordaeron, for the entire Eastern Kingdom! The land of Lordaeron, he loved it deeply!

Gradual. The light in the hands of Alonsos, or rather. The Holy Light that Alonsos incarnated into became very dignified, and the coercion that spread out in all directions. Let all the undead soldiers dare not look directly at this dazzling light.

Eventually, Alonsos dissipated, and the last of his souls merged into the Light. His last smile was reserved for Lordaeron. Consciousness because, Alonsos could feel that this battle was about to be carried out by the Holy Spirit, and another reason was that he saw hope, a hope for the revival of Lordaeron.

"The light shines on all beings!" Fording took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the sky.

Furding vaguely remembered that when he was a child, Alonsos took him to the Church of the Light, touched his head personally, and said gently: "Child, believe in the Light!" ”

Now, the teacher has finally left this beloved land, and Ferdin's old tears are full of tears, and he doesn't know what to say, but he can only turn this anger and regret into hatred for the undead, and vent it on these evil creatures.

The holy light on the high platform of the council hall scattered in all directions. Shrouded in the land of the entire Fireplace Valley, every inch of the land, every corner, was covered with dazzling light.

"It's a field! The realm of the Light! "Woking felt the power within the realm, it was so powerful.

The undead creatures were greatly traumatized, and all the low-level undead were wiped out. The high-level undead creatures, Vagri and the Crypt Demons, were also suppressed to the point of immobility.

The only thing left of the entire army of the undead was North, who was casting spells, and his Vagris.

Only then did Fuhang recall what Alonthos had said when he left the Holy Light Cemetery, and that he would help him at the last moment.

Unexpectedly, the price of this help turned out to be the last touch of soul!

"In the realm of light, the undead are ants. Rush! Fu Hang took a brisk step and leaped out, and the Ash Messenger danced with all his strength in Fu Hang's hands, and a long passage was paved out behind Fu Hang.

Fu Hang stepped on the corpse of the undead creature, and rushed towards the plague mage North step by step.

The moment North saw the Holy Light Realm, the flames of anger burned directly from his heart to his pupils. The eyes, which were originally dark black, were burned red.

"Why, how can these humans win? Will these filthy Light Justices also bring victory? The plague mage whispered.

He couldn't believe that the soldiers of this Hearthdale alone could defeat this entire army of the undead and the Scourge. In the battle of the past few days, the Scourge Legion did not face any resistance, and they swept through the entire northern part of the Western Plague Land like a torrent of white bone. Unexpectedly, today, the battle was defeated. The Valley of the Hearth became the first Waterloo of the Scourge of the Dead.

North already knew that continuing to perform Death Wither would also be a battle for trapped beasts. Within this realm of light, these human armies can get close to their positions and interrupt their spells almost for a minute.

The plague mage decisively interrupted his spell.

Angrily looked at Fuhang who rushed over: "A paladin representing the holy light of justice? Today, I'm going to give you a taste of death! ”

Although Norse is within the realm of the Holy Light, the strength of his body has been greatly reduced. But. As an epic plague mage, his remaining forces are still very terrifying.

A little bit of blackness. Spread from the heart of North. The breath of death first leaked out slowly, and after a second, these death breaths like long black needles erupted violently.

The target of these dead rainstorm pear blossoms is only one person, and that is Fuhang. North saw the ability to support the voyage, so that the paladin did not kill. will be the biggest threat to the Scourge Legion.

"Be careful!" Woking shouted.

Fu Hang's brows were tightly locked, and for these black death needles, Fuhang felt unprecedented pressure.

These long black needles. It was the sacrificial magic that North used his life force, plus all of his plague energy, to create.

North figured out that there was no chance of winning this battle. That makes the Scourge the biggest threat. Died here.

To Naxxramas, and to the Lich King, North showed absolute loyalty. I don't know if it's because his pity and conscience are frozen, but also because he's so disappointed in the world.

"!" Fu Hang cursed secretly, and had to use the Ash Messenger to face this flood of death.

A long black needle that slammed into the Ember Bringer. The golden power of the holy light began to collide violently with the aura of death. Fuhang couldn't withstand such a strong impact. The struck retreated again and again.

Meanwhile, the Ember Bringer. It couldn't completely cover up Fuhang's figure, and some black death needles still passed through Fuhang's ankles and shoulders. These death breaths, tainted with the power of dark magic and undead breaths, immediately spread in Fuhang's body.

The holy light in Fuhang's body began to repel these dark forces at the first time. For a while, it was rich in a single body, like a furnace, constantly exploding.

Outside, Fuhang is resisting these death needles to the death, and in Fuhang's body, the power of the holy light is also crushing these foreign death breaths.

Wojin poured the medical wave into Fuhang's body in time, and this time the medical wave did not jump, but only let Fuhang enjoy it alone. These pale yellow light waves were also injected into Fu Hang's body. The mist began to entangle the black aura of death and envelop them.

The collision of the three forces made Fuhang feel a heart-rending pain.

Seeing Fuhang's pain, North sneered, "Look, this is the pain of your faith in the Light. In the face of the power of darkness, everything about you seems so humble, maybe you will win this battle, but the power of natural disasters will never fail. Your short-lived victory is only a little solace for humanity. ”

Fu Hang gritted his teeth and endured the pain and replied, "Justice will never fail, North, as a human being, you have chosen the faith of pain. Even if you have the Calamity World in mind, do you think that you have found eternity? The eternity of pain? ”

This sharp answer embarrassed North a little. Indeed, the world of natural disasters is a world where there is no pain and no emotion. All life will exist forever. The world looks a little bleak when you think about it.

"That's also much better than this desperate human society!" North was still convinced of his choice. His life, accelerated depletion.

However, the pain endured by Fuhang became more and more unbearable.

"Maybe you don't believe what that world is like, then let me help you understand the world of the dead." North smiled eerily.

After his death, North may still be a necromancer. He used these words to mock Fuhang.

Fu Hang, who was gradually losing his physical strength, was suddenly wrapped in a thick ball of holy light. The Ember Bringer shone brightly, and the heavenly light overshadowed the entire realm of Light.

At the same time, the black aura of death was also burst out of the holy light, and it was dispersed in an instant!

"I'm afraid I'm going to disappoint you," Fuhang said with a smile.

To be exact, this should be the future of Fuhang.

Holy Knight!

North couldn't believe his eyes more and more, what about the elite rank paladin just now? The Holy Knight who appeared now could no longer see his rank, and such coercion was like the Lich King standing in front of him.

Terror and awe, North couldn't speak.

Woking was also struck by this force. He saw that the power of the Holy Light had erupted from the Ash Bringer. It seems that this legendary Holy Light Giant Sword hides incomparable power.

Fortunately, though, Fuhang is going to win.

Regardless of where this power comes from, the battle in Hearthvale will be won.

"You! Who the hell is it? North said with a near-breakdown.

Fu Hang smiled faintly and said, "The last hope, you say, is this evaluation appropriate?" ”

North nodded, resentful, with a little helplessness, he gritted his teeth and said, "Suitable!" Suitable very! ”

Eventually, North's body dissipated without a trace in the pure light.

And Fuhang, along with the death of North, dimmed and lay on the ground. This time, even the Ember Bringer lost its light.

However, the final war began.

Under the flanking of Woking and Fordin, the undead army began to rout.

Under the pressure of the Holy Light Realm, the undead creatures were suppressed unlimitedly, and at the same time, the strength of the soldiers and paladins was correspondingly increased.

This battle has again become a one-sided trend. But this time, the dominant side is no longer the undead scourge, but the combined army.

With the roar of the orc soldiers and the shouts of the human knights, this battle was once again fierce.

The army of the undead was finally wiped out after three hours. All the living Kukaron soldiers and human soldiers, including paladins, gathered in the middle of the Valley of the Hearth. In the middle of this small square.

Wounded soldier, in bandaged body. And the dead soldiers, were assembled and prepared for cremation.

The corpses of these heroic spirits can no longer be used by these evil Scourge legions.

Fu Hang, who had fallen asleep, leaned back on a dilapidated bench.

Woking was by Fuhang's side, trying to treat him.

"Chief, Fuhang is alright." Furding asked with concern.

Woking subconsciously shook his head.

"Is it really dangerous to help the voyage?" Furding asked hurriedly.

Woking found this question difficult to answer, and when Kalimdor was injured, no one could say for sure what he was doing. Sometimes, they thought that Fuhang was going to die, but he came back to life inexplicably, and his strength increased greatly, like a nobody.

This time, Woking still didn't make a decision easily, he had an intuition, and Fuhang would definitely be fine.

The energy in his body, although a little chaotic, on the whole, has not gotten out of control.

In Woking's view, Fuhang may be too much mental power and needs a period of rest and recuperation.

"Don't worry, this young man won't get it easily." Woking said confidently. (To be continued......)