The wounded man of Fuhang is genuine, Valera saw that Fuhang had fallen asleep, and the words of Fuhang echoed in her ears: "Can you sleep with me in your arms, just like yesterday, I slept peacefully." ”

Looking at Fuhang's quiet and honest appearance, Gianna felt a little heartache. The once scoundrel Fuhang also had such a lack of spirit and vitality. Gianna's heart softened and she hugged Fuhang into her arms.

Of course, this warmth can't be felt. At this moment, Fuhang has fallen asleep deeply.

The task of the two of them was successfully accomplished. However, in Andohar at the moment, the battle is not over.

The fallen ash bringer burns with a green flame, and the power of holiness is gone. The Ember Messenger, tainted by betrayal of his family, slashed out with a roar of rage.

Mograini stood on top of Saffron's dragon, like an undead dragon knight.

With the Death Knight paired with the Frost Dragon, Windthor was slightly moved.

Although there is no suspense in this battle, the battle will definitely belong to the alliance. However, this final battle does not yet know how much it will cost.

If Sal and Grom were still around at this time, the fight would probably end soon. But the two chiefs of the new tribe quickly headed north as soon as the Royal Knights of Stormwind broke through the gates of Andorhar. Prepare for the next battle.

It has been some time since the new horde army was stationed at the Crusader outpost. They also need a chance to work with the Royal Knights of Stormwind. The target is none other than Naxxramas. This palace in the sky.

Just when Marshal Wendthor was at a loss, twelve old knights in yellow and white armor appeared in front of Marshal Wendthor.

Edwin, as the leader of this squad, said, "General Wendsol, I think we still caught up. ”

A veteran of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, Wendthor's concerns were dispelled. These former old comrades-in-arms will fight side by side with themselves, and this battle will become simpler.

Marshal Wendsol in order to avoid unnecessary casualties. Order all the soldiers to withdraw from Andohar. Only Marshal Wendthor and twelve members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood remained.

On the other side, Mograini and his undead soldiers were less than ten people. This battle looks somewhat evenly matched.

"General Mograini, for the sake of your former glory, I still choose such a fair battle to fight you." Marshal Wendsol said proudly.

Mograini looked at the old knights with a hint of disdain on his face.

"You Stormwind can only exclude these old knights from fighting me now?" Alexandros. Mograini said contemptuously.

With a hint of contempt, Marshal Windsor said only one word.

"It's not the Royal Knights of Stormwind who are fighting against you now, but, the Iron Horse Brotherhood!"

A powerful voice made Mograini's body tremble. But. He smiled at the moment: "Iron Horse Brotherhood? It seems that this is a battle for glory. Although, this glory is worthless in my opinion. ”

After years of silence, Edwin is finally on the battlefield again. This is once again, or for the last time, to play for the League. For these members of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, Sir Lothar's faith was their life's faith.

Glory brings human dignity and freedom!

"That's you, Mograini. Even after all these years, we still believe in glory! Edwin drew his sword and aimed it at Mograine.

"Then let it die. Retreat from your passion for glory! ”

Saffelon rose into the air, a breath of dragon breath, and an endless breath of frost enveloped all the knights.

Edwin swung his sword, and the holy light unleashed. The frost that had stuck to the knight's body had faded in an instant.

Marshal Wendsol holds a sword in his left hand and a shield in his right. His appearance was almost indistinguishable from that of the soldiers. But his strength is indeed the best in Stormwind City.

At the time of the Second World War, Wendthor was a soldier and a bodyguard in Tulayan. But more than ten years later, Wendthor became the marshal of Stormwind City with his personal charm and strong strength.

If you don't have an absolute strength. Windsor could never have reached this height.

Sephelon lunged at Windsor with ferocity, his sharp claws facing Windsor's back. In Saffron's opinion, this stupid human didn't even dodge. What awaits him is death from the claws piercing his body.

Windsor calmly raised his shield and swung it vigorously. The sheer force actually made Safilon bounce out.

The huge frost dragon actually took a few steps back on the ground.

Although Saffelon couldn't speak, such a powerful force made her dare not believe that this was a power that a mortal could emit.

The remaining eleven knights rushed forward together, and they had to deal with the undead soldiers standing behind Sephelon first.

As Saffron was ejected, the Death Knight on the dragon's back leaped down, and the Fallen Ember Messenger slashed at Windsor.

The power of the Death Knight is very heavy. Like the power of the runes on the edge of the Frostmourning Sword, the fallen Ember Bringer became even more ferocious.

Withered and withered!

As Mograini attacked, he began to cast Blight Wither around him at the same time. These purple-black points of light kept corroding the land around Mograini. Including his enemies.

Windsor didn't take the shadow damage seriously. He changed hands and it was a one-hit split! The sheer power made Mograini unable to parry.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wendthor raised his shield, put the battle shield in his hand on his shoulder, and rushed towards Mograini.

There was a muffled thud, and Mograini was knocked out. fell to the ground.

Just as Wendthor was about to continue his attack. A black shadow enveloped Windsor and pulled towards Mograine's side.

Mograine immediately changed into a black shadow and rushed towards Windthor . His speed was fast, and beyond the shadows, there was only a fallen Ember Bringer.

In this situation, Windsol had to raise his shield. Used to fend off this attack.

Competing for strength, Mograine is indeed no match for Wendsol. However, the spells of these death knights are not comparable to Windsor.

The death-emitting Ashbringer instantly made contact with the shield in Windsor's hand. Sharp blades. Easily puncture the battle shield in Wendthor's hand.

The fallen blade of the sword pierced Marshal Windsor in the shoulder blade.

At the same time, the long sword in Marshal Windsol's hand also pierced into Mograine's chest.

However, for Mograini, who is already a death knight, this pain does not seem to be a big deal.

However, Wendthall, who was injured at the same time, was not so comfortable.

One is flesh and blood, and the other is death. It can well be imagined.

Edwin soon sensed Marshal Wendthall's breath of life taking a few turns. A mantra. The shield was blessed on Wendsol's body.

It allows the marshal to be free from the effects of the death aura emitted by the Fallen Ash Messenger for a short time.

Meanwhile, Mograini punched at the same time as Windsol. Hit each other in the chest. With this force, the two leaders were temporarily separated.

The Fallen Ember Emissary was covered in Yin Hong's blood, dripping to the ground along the hilt of his sword.

In this encounter, Marshal Windsor was clearly at a disadvantage.

Edwin hurried to treat Windsor. Wendthor, who had been traumatized, gradually recovered his vitality.

Still, the pain is unavoidable. The pain in his shoulder blade made Windsol very trance-like. Bursts of sharp pain rippled into my mind, and I couldn't stand it on anyone.

What remains is a warrior, after quickly taking out the undead soldiers. He turned his weapon on the giant frost dragon.

For a moment, the battle seemed very anxious.

However, just as Windsor was about to strike again, a strange portal appeared behind Mograine.

The figure of Kel'thugad stepped out of it. However, this is not an entity of Kel'thugad, but an apparition.

"Marshal Wendthor, long time no see." Kel'thugad said.

"Kr'Sugad of the Cult of the Cursed? Your end is coming soon. Wendthor said coldly.

"Put away your alliance's bluff. I await you in Naxxramas. ”

"Also, the battle has been lost, Saffron. General Mograini: It's time for us to go. This is not our battlefield, we should wait in Naxxramas for these arrogant generals and soldiers to find their own way! ”

A dodge, black gate instantly engulfed Mograini and Saffron.

This portal brought the battle to an end.

Wendthor pressed his shoulder and said, "They still ran away, gather the army, and we are ready to continue to advance." ”

Edwin and another member of the Iron Horse Brotherhood set up Field Marshal Wendthor. Out of Andohar.

When the soldiers outside Andohar saw the marshal come out, they knew that the battle was won.

"The undead have been defeated, we are victorious!" The sound of the earth-shattering sound was even more turbulent than the previous waters of Lake Dharon Mill.

Cheers of victory resounded throughout Andohar, and even Fuhang at Regret Hill was awakened.

"What victory? Hey, something fluffy. Fu Hang leaned towards a soft mass.

I found a quiet body fragrance reaching my nostrils.

When I looked up, it was Gianna's unusually angry face.

"Oh, it looks like I didn't do it at the right time." Fu Hang said weakly.

When Gianna heard Fuhang's voice, she didn't know what to say. She tilted her head away, not moving.

"You're awake, you should have left me." Gianna's silver teeth clenched, she didn't know to say this, it drained all her courage.

"Oh." Fuhang agreed, but didn't move.

"Why don't you go away, you bully." Gianna spoke, tears streaming down her pretty face. Crystal tears fell on Fuhang's face.

"Are you crying?" Fuhang suddenly got up and looked at Gianna.

"I didn't cry." Gianna tilted her head and responded in a choked voice.

"I've seen it all, you're still lying to me." Fu Hang's big hand touched Gianna's face and gently wiped away the tears on her face.

"Do you like me?" Fuhang asked bluntly.

This idiot, how can he suddenly ask such a question.

"You think too much, how can I like you." Gianna decisively refused.

Yes, Gianna should still like Arthas, after all, these two were a model couple at the time of Dalaran.

"I think so, it's me who is narcissistic." Fuhang laughed, relieving the awkward atmosphere.

Fuhang's words made Gianna suddenly feel a sense of loss. Is the person you like now still in Alsace? Arthas has given up everything he has, including himself. Are you still nostalgic for him?

Maybe that feeling was not unforgettable. The student days, when there was no life and death and shared hardships, were far less profound than they are now.

"Don't think about it, I, I actually just treat you as an ordinary friend." Gianna's eyes were evasive, and even he didn't believe it when she said such things.

"You're lying to me again." Fuhang looked into Gianna's eyes.

yes, I'm lying to you, you bastard. I like you, but this happiness doesn't belong to me! Gianna was screaming in her heart. However, on the outside, she was very calm. The resentful eyes seem to be pouring out everything.

"Ahem, although you had a relationship with Arthas, I don't care. I'm a very enlightened person, and even if it's not that, I don't care. "Fuhang doesn't know what to say, the witty Fuhang on weekdays is now so nervous.

"What do you mean? I've been in a relationship, but I'm not as shameless as you think. Gianna retorted. Gianna is so smart, how could she not know what Fuhang is talking about.

What's the situation that Gianna didn't have with Arthas that? It seems that this is not a digging wall. Ahem, what is digging into the wall, this world is not that game world in the first place.

Since this is the case, Fuhang has no worries. simply shameless to the end, three wives, not one more.

"Fool, don't lie to me." Fu Hang lightly grabbed Gianna into his arms.

"I've been making your money these days, and now, let you feel it, my arms."

"Yikes! What are you doing. Gianna struggled a little and then became honest.

Isn't that what I want? Gianna smiled and lay in Fuhang's arms, sobbing **, driving her body to move slightly.

"Gianna, what are you crying about?" Fuhang asked as he hugged Gianna tightly.

"Don't talk, fool, let me get a good feel for what happiness looks like." Gianna's voice was faint, and she whispered softly in Fuhang's ear. (To be continued......)