Book friends, smash all your recommendation votes to me. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]" But little brother, I have to advise you. If we set up a Knights, it would be clear that we would be fighting against the Lordaeron garrison of Gatherlipton, and we would have to face pressure from all sides. Querrey said worriedly.

Querry's words were also what Fuhang was concerned about. In the northern region of Lordaeron, Gatherliton would not allow another army to compete with his own defenders of Lordaeron, as the saying goes, one mountain cannot tolerate two tigers. Moreover, the Lordaeron Defenders are still the only official troops, and many nations have come to the aid of the Lordaeron Defenders, including Gilneth and Stormwind.

Fu Hang thought for a moment and said, "I know that it will be difficult to form a knight order, but the people of Lordaeron continue to be under the rule of the defenders, and I don't think they will have a good life. In essence, they are a bunch of warmongers who make war money. At this stage, Lordaeron must have a division of kings. ”

Fuhang's tone was sonorous and powerful, and the blueprint of the plan seemed to emerge in front of Queri's eyes. As a paladin, Querrey has a loving and righteous heart, and there is no reason why he should not let the people of Lordaeron live in peace. This is the vocation of a paladin and the dream of a paladin.

"The master of the king, the little brother of Fuhang said it well!" Querry's knight's heart, which had been sleeping for a long time, was ignited again, and he seemed to see hope in the little brother in front of him.

Querrey could feel that the paladin in front of him was much stronger than his own strength.

Just as the two paladins were talking, there were several shouts of surprise from outside the door.

The aura of fear instantly permeated the Farm of the Dead. "Brother Querry, what's going on outside?" Fuhang said calmly.

"It seems that the remnants of the natural disaster are coming again, come out with me to have a look." Querry drew his sword and shield from his iron coat rack and rushed out of the door.

Sure enough, from the gate of the Dead Man's Farm in the north, a team of undead soldiers was rushing here.

A jumble of undead soldiers, of all kinds, rickety ghouls, bloated abominations, emaciated resurrected humans, are all heading towards the Farm of the Dead.

"Boys of the Farm of the Dead, gather quickly, we're in trouble." Quary slammed his sword down on the shield, and the cool, thick sound of metal striking aroused the fighting spirit of all the young men who were immersed in fear.

The young militia let their wives and children hide in their houses.

Most of the militiamen took up their own farm tools, hoes, pickaxes, and rakes, and a few militiamen also had their own short swords, and immediately assembled neatly and prepared for battle.

Nearly forty undead are not a small number, and everyone has to fight against these Scourge Legions who have lost their will and only know how to kill.

Indeed, these spirits have dealt a catastrophic blow to the people of Lordaeron, their relatives, friends, and bodies infected by the plague, so that those who have come back from the dead will turn their claws towards their former relatives. Such a feeling is simply more painful than death.

The catastrophe of the undead has brought eternal painful memories to the kingdom of Lordaeron.

The militia, led by Queri, confronted the oncoming undead.

"Wait, Brother Querry, let me do these undead." Fu Hang took off the Holy Light Greatsword on his back, and the Ash Bringer walked in front of the undead soldiers without fear, and motioned for the militia behind him to stand back.

Shirlier looked at Fuhang relaxed on the side, and said angrily: This guy knows how to be in the limelight.

The strength of these undead, Fu Hang knows very well, their intelligence and potential strength cannot be compared to the demons of the Burning Legion. If they have to be divided by strength levels, these undead are just some first-order ordinary soldiers, because, before their deaths, they were just simple ordinary human beings, infected with the plague, and after they came back from the dead, their physical strength did not improve much.

A team of undead staggered over, and in their eyes, the human beings standing in front of them were aliens!

Because he is the living, the undead have a simple but deadly consciousness in their minds that they cannot tolerate the appearance of the living before their eyes.

The greedy ghoul, with green juice flowing from his mouth, looks dirty. Bloated hatred, huge belly, bare tangled and messy intestines. Such a scene, when ordinary people see it, is very difficult to bear.

Many militiamen were already furious when they saw such a scene, but Fuhang was different, and the question he was thinking about was how to kill these undead in an instant.

This is not a boasting ratio, but that Fuhang has such absolute strength.

"Fuhang, don't be reckless, let's deal with these undead together." Querry became more and more unable to see through Fuhang, and at a young age, he bravely faced so many undead soldiers. No matter how strong you are, it is difficult to resist so many undead.

Just imagine what kind of scene it is when forty people besiege you together.

Fu Hang made an OK gesture to Querry, and then rushed out in an instant, targeting the pair of undead.

The undead, who were swaying and walking slowly, saw the humans in front of them rushing over so quickly, and they instinctively ran, wanting to tear the prey in front of them in half.

As an elite level of support, the strength is naturally not to be said.

The holy light of the Ash Messenger was dispatched by Fuhang, and the holy light shone brightly. Fu Hang's physique of holy light made the light of the Ash Messenger even more dazzling, and the Holy Light of the Ash Messenger itself burned and made the bodies of these undead burn.

With a wave of his backhand, the hammer of justice, and the dazzling holy light slashed into the air, forming a large arc, and the arc-shaped holy light radiated towards the undead, and the strong holy light turned the undead in front of him into powder in an instant.

In this way, under a burst of strong holy light, the forty undead turned into black powder and scattered evenly at the door of the Dead Man's Farm.

After Fuhang released the Ash Messenger, the militia and Queri were all impressed by the young paladin in front of them, such a strength was definitely an otherworldly existence among the paladins. Although it cannot be said to be invincible, among the paladins, it is definitely the existence of the strong.

Querrey had seen such a paladin when he was fighting, it was the high-level council of the Silver Hand, and only a paladin who could participate in the council could have such extraordinary strength.

It's terrifying, just one move, it turned forty undead into powder.

"Captain Querry, we're winning?" The militiamen said in disbelief in their eyes.

Querry nodded excitedly, the paladin in front of him, he really didn't see the wrong person.