PS: The fierce battle of the undead is about to break out, and another wave of great war is coming.

It took half a day to get from Firestone Farm to Andorhar, and it was still dawn when the Tyrande Scarlet Crusade and the Knights of Fuhang began to set out from Firestone Farm.

The further I walked into the depths of the Plague Lands to the west, the more I felt a thin layer of mist. It's late autumn, and most of the trees and meadows have turned yellow, making it more like a barren place.

The paladins traveled to Andorhar, knowing the dangers ahead. Everyone is heavy, and Fuhang is no exception. Old Fording didn't say a word.

On the avenue of the wilderness, there was only the sound of paladins clash armor and neat footsteps.

After noon, Fuhang saw many dilapidated houses through the thin gray smoke.

"There seems to be a village up ahead." The pony reminded him next to Fuhang. "A village of the undead." Arendt chimed in.

Fu Hang didn't want to talk nonsense with the two of them, so he pulled out the ash messenger and slowly approached the village in front of him.

There was a slight smell of smoke in the air, as if there was a fire somewhere ahead.

But Fuhang could still feel the slight breath of life in the village in front of him, and although the life was very weak, Fuhang still walked over.

Before that, Fuhang ordered all the members of the Order to stand by and wait for their own reconnaissance.

In order to avoid unnecessary sacrifices, this kind of investigation work should be done well by yourself. Fuhang is quite confident in his escape skills.

There were a few charred dead logs lying across the intersection of the village, and it looked as if a battle had just been fought here. In the intricate alleys, many corpses have been burned to ashes by everyone, and there are a few wisps of smoke floating on the blackened corpses.

Like this. Fuhang couldn't tell if it was an undead or a human.

"It's not a big problem here, you can get guò." Fuhang shouted. The paladins and the Scarlet Crusaders arrived.

"Ahem! Ahem! A violent cough caught Fuhang's attention.

Bypassed a dilapidated house, in a cramped stable. A dying warrior was seen. Judging by his outfit, he should be a soldier of the Scarlet Crusaders.

Fu Hang hurried over and poured the warm light into his body. The golden holy light continued to derive life force, making this warrior gradually sober up.

"Ahem, are you?" The warrior saw Fuhang and asked.

"I am a member of the Knights of the Silver Pine Forest. What about the people of your troops? "Fuhang has some ominous premonitions.

The warrior looked sluggish, smiled wryly for a moment, and then became grief-stricken. It seems to have been stimulated by some kind of strict zhòng.

"All dead, all dead, a steady stream of natural disasters and undead, devouring us and annihilating," said the warrior.

Fu Hang looked around and said, "This is the periphery of Andohar, but what about the soldiers inside?" ”

"They, they have all become our enemies, they have the weapons they once had. Kill our own people. Hey, your own people. The warrior laughed a few times weirdly, just after the battle. For these crusader soldiers, too much damage was done. The dead soldiers are glorious, but the surviving soldiers have become what they are now.

"Boss, what's wrong?" The pony turned around and saw the warrior slumped in the stable.

"Nothing. Send him for treatment. Fuhang instructed the pony.

Tyran followed, his expression a little ugly, as if he didn't dare to admit the facts in front of him.

"Tyran. Don't go inside, the crusaders who entered Andohar are all dead. Fuhang sighed. On the battlefield of the Western Plaguelands, a human was killed or wounded. It is possible to guide the tilt of the scales of victory, and Fuhang does not want the undead to win this battle.

Tyran had foreseen such an outcome, but he still couldn't bear it. The so-called foresight of what happened, but when it actually happened, it was a different feeling.

There was a square in front, and in the middle of the square stood the battle flag of the Scarlet Crusaders. The fiery red logo on the battle flag, stained with blood, is particularly dazzling.

Tyran pulled it out and placed it in the midst of the burning village.

"Warriors of the Scarlet Crusaders, today, your death will take away the last glory of our Crusaders." Tyran's words were sonorous. He could no longer trust the current Crusader Leadership.

Knowing that sending soldiers to Andohar will not return. It is unbelievable that Grand Inspector Esenlien and other high-ranking members of the Crusaders could make such a decision. Isn't such a crusader top brass insane?

A strong gust of wind came out, and gray dust drifted into the sky. I don't know if it's the burning ashes of the houses, or the ashes of the Heroic Spirits, who are floating across the land of Lordaeron, one last glance at their kingdom.

Tyran could no longer convince himself of the difference between such a bloody crusader and the undead.

Fuhang walked up to Tyran's side and patted him on the shoulder, comforting him, "The dead are gone, don't think about it anymore." The current thing is how to avenge these thousands of heroic spirits and wash away their shame! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Tyran suddenly fell to his knees.

Fu Hang had never seen such etiquette, and hurriedly dragged Tyrande's elbow.

"What are you doing here, giving me a birthday?" Fuhang pulled Tyran up.

"I'm going to join your Knights, and the Scarlet Crusaders no longer have the justice of the Silver Hand of the past." Tyran said angrily.

"I'm not the head of the regiment, you have to ask Old Ferdin." Indeed, Fuhang is the commander of the army, this knight, but the team of old Fording.

Old Fording came up from behind, and saw his child coming towards him.

Tyran knelt down on one knee and said to Fordin, "Holy Light, we, the Scarlet Crusade, the Tyran Vanguard are going to join the Knights of the Silver Pine Forest. ”

The old man did not refuse, but he did not agree.

"Do you know what you're doing right now?" Ferding asked sternly.

Tyran replied decisively, "I know. ”

Old Furding scolded: "I know that I have to join, use my brain!" ”

Seeing Old Ferdin's stern words, Fuhang was also very curious.

However, Tyran seemed to understand quickly.

"Father, I was reckless. But if not, it's like your Knights. I don't want to go back to the Scarlet Crusaders, that place is not worth going back to for us soldiers. Tyran said resolutely.

"Self-reliance portals are possible. I'm in favor of that. Old Ferding looked a little kinder.

Tyran turned and raised his sword in his hand. He shouted to the Crusader soldiers in the mobile game: "Soldiers, today we have seen the sins of the Crusaders, the Grand Prosecutor and the top brass have lost the justice of the Light, and today, we will officially break away from the Scarlet Crusaders!" ”

Tyran's soldiers were also very dissatisfied with the rule of the Scarlet Crusaders. Extreme practices. The soldiers at the bottom can see it most clearly. The ruler never understands the suffering of the executor.

"Commander, what you decide, we brothers, will always follow you!" The soldiers said in unison.

As a soldier under Tyran, he should be the happiest soldier in the Scarlet Crusade.

The soldiers, believing in Tyran, but they do not trust the Grand Inspector, Tyran's mentor, Ethan Lane.

Fuhang came to Querry's side and asked, "Brother Querry." Why doesn't this old Ferding join the Knights like his own son, you must know the strength of Tyran, as long as he joins us, it will be like a tiger. ”

Fuhang still doesn't know about it. Why did Ferdin's refuse to join Tyran?

The always shrewd regimental commander actually short-circuited in this matter? Querry patiently explained to Fuhang, "Chief, have you forgotten the army to which Tyran belongs? ”

Fuhang nodded and said, "I know, Scarlet Crusade." I still recognize their battle flags. ”

"Now that you know the pros and cons of this, you should be very clear." Quary didn't make it clear, but when it came to this, Fuhang also understood.

I see, if at the time of this war. Tyran has joined the Knights of the Silverpine Forest, so what will the Scarlet Crusade think of the Knights of the Silverpine Forest? In this way, the Knights in Lordaeron were more than just the defenders of Garethus, an enemy. It's two. Such an intricate network of Lordaeron's forces will be clearly distinguished.

The Order is still in the construction phase. It's not a good thing to set up so many enemies.

At this time, what is more to do is to keep the light and obscurity, and you can tear your face with a Lordanlun defender. But we must not tear our faces with the two forces.

"I see." Fuhang nodded. Thanks to the ball he just kicked, otherwise, if he promised Tyran, it would have ruined the big thing.

The soldiers soon made their way through the village to the outskirts of Andorhar.

The terrain of the Western Plague Lands is very irregular. A long avenue that runs through the entire Andohal region. On either side of the avenue is a vast area of farmland, which was once an important area for the production of cereals.

To the south of the boulevard is the city of Andorhal, where Fuhang is located.

The undead in Andorhar are at war with the undead, and the town is quiet. The Knights were on the periphery, and only a few lonely undead were seen, and the paladins quickly dealt with them.

The Knights gathered on the vast farm, where the land had not been rested for a long time, overgrown with weeds, and the land was very compact.

Contrary to Fuhang's prediction, he came to Andorhar and did not engage in a large-scale battle with the undead. Even the small friction did not happen a few times.

The tranquility of the storm money made Fuhang very uneasy.

The day after entering the Western Plague Lands, I still had no clue. Originally, I hoped that entering the hinterland of the Land of Careful Questioning, where the undead gather the most, Andohar, would be able to understand the intentions of the undead, but it seems that this idea has also failed.

Soldiers and paladins began to set up camp and set up campfires. As the sky gradually darkened, it was necessary to ensure sufficient light, and in the darkness, the battle with the undead had to ensure the best view.

There are nearly 100 torches distributed throughout the camp, and the whole camp is brightly lit, as if it were day.

To the south of the camp, there is a slightly taller tower. The tower was supposed to be built by the farmer to store grain.

Standing on the tower, it is extremely open beforehand. You can take in the whole town of Andohar in the south, and you can see it all.

Fuhang climbed the tower with the father and son of Ferdin.

In the distance, Andohar was dead and lifeless. The place where there are no living people is somewhat gloomy, and the breath of death has to emanate from this place in a steady stream.

"Listen!" Tyran said alarmedly.

Heavy footsteps, coming from the south, looked like a huge army marching in.

Fuhang looked at the pitch-black south, and Andohar became even darker.

Ferdin's grip on the hammer in his hand tightened and said to the two: "Gather immediately, a large number of undead have set out from Andorhar, and we are here as the undead must pass." If the undead army wants to go north, they must pass our pass! ”

"All assembled! Prepare for battle. Furding shouted.

The soldiers got up from the dead grass in the fields and packed their bags. The first battle is coming.

This time, the opponent is the army of the undead of Andorhar. Their numbers are no less than the number of the Scourge Legion before them.

The darkness covered the overall movement of the army of the undead. On a moonless night, I can't see my fingers. Only pitch black night.

The gates of Andorhar, countless undead are rushing out of this place. They were like a well-trained army, marching in unison to the north of the western plague lands.

This night, not only Andorhar, but the undead on the entire Eastern Plague Frontier also began to act. Destinations, various places in the north of the West Plaguelands.

In the entire Western Plague Land, there is no undead soul left in the Ridge of Remorse.

In this massive attack, the Tyrande Crusaders and the Knights of Fuhang were the first armies to taste these undead attacks.

The awakened undead, with pain, rushed towards the living who disgusted the undead.

Although the undead were coming, Fuhang felt a little relieved. Finally, we can know who is behind the scenes.

Who is it that instigates these undead armies to carry out such arrogant destruction on the Lordaeron Road?

The sound of the undead advancing became clearer and clearer. Paladins and soldiers felt the arrival of the undead, and the undead also felt the breath of the living. They ran, and the nature of these undead is to kill all the living they come across.

The frenzied undead rushed up. Completely ordinary undead, these are undead transformed by humans and don't have much combat power, but they are superior in numbers.

"Ordinary second-order undead? No consciousness! Fuhang said in surprise.

In particular, the lack of consciousness made Fuhang more and more vigilant. These are the undead who have been resurrected in recent times. Wagri, these undead are certain to be the creatures that Varri controls. That is to say, these creatures are all minions of Kel'thugad!

Fu Hang guessed correctly, but a sky fortress has now flown over the Western Plague Lands, and is still heading east.

It's Naxxramas! (To be continued)