The Eastern Plague Lands, the Chapel of the Light's Wishes.

The tide of natural disasters suddenly poured out of the diseased wood forest not far to the north, and then marched quickly, surrounded on three sides by the headquarters of the old nest of Silver Dawn, which was backed by the mountains, and it was impossible to enter or exit at all.

The leading Death Knights are also an all-star carnival, with the dark lord Mograine personally leading the team, and his son Darian following his father's side.

Behind them were the elite of the veteran Death Knights who had fled from the floating fortress Naxxramas, and the main force of the military district was basically intact.

"Soldiers of the Scourge Legion, servants of the Frozen Grounds, and death knights of Acherous, obey the call of the High Lord!"

Beneath the dark yellow earth full of natural plagues, a huge number of ghouls and skeletons began to emerge non-stop, and the flesh giants behind the army let out a hoarse roar.

"The Lich King is watching us, marching forward, and wherever we pass, the living will be reduced to ashes, leaving nothing but pain and destruction in their wake!"

The High Lord of Darkness, Mograine, lifted the fallen Ember Messenger and led the charge, charging towards the Chapel of Light's Wish.

The Scourge army let out a roar one after another, and then charged with their own High Lord.

A defensive line had already been formed on the Silver Dawn side, and a semicircular line of defense had formed around the chapel, with all kinds of sharp wooden thorns and traps everywhere, and the soldiers clutched their weapons and stood behind the direction.

But because the troops are so scarce, the entire defense line is extremely vulnerable in the face of the tsunami-like army of the undead.

Tirio Ferding stood quietly in the center of the defensive line, looking at the army of the dead pouring in like a tide, his expression calm.

He also raised the hammer in his hand and looked directly at the Dark Lord Mograini.

"Silver Dawn, ready to fight!"

At the top of the church, Baron Tairossos had already placed the artificial diamond-shaped crystal that emitted the light of punishment, and one of them rolled over and fell to the ground, running quickly.

"Lord Ferdin, the crystal is ready to be placed, waiting for your order, ready to be opened at any time!"

Tirio nodded, he had already established a spiritual connection with the crystal, and at this moment, the paladin's heart moved, and the crystal on the top of the church began to recharge and prepare for the release of energy.

"Hold them off for a few minutes, and the victory will be ours!"

The two sides soon engaged in short combat, and the elite soldiers of Silver Dawn faced the undead enemy army ten or twenty times more than their own, and behind the high-ranking generals, a bunch of golden wings of holy light were condensed, and the explosive holy light martial art of Vengeful Fury was turned on to face the elite death knights of Acherus.

Tirio's hammer and Mograine's Ember Bringer collided violently, bursting with sparks, and the paladin noticed that his hammer was beginning to crack.

It's not surprising that if you want to shake the orange artifact with a blue-quality standard army weapon, you're making things difficult for people, and if you don't break it directly, you already have to thank the craftsmen for their superb forging skills.

Mograine, on his part, was not having a good time, and he looked at the weapon in his hand in disbelief, and he saw that the Ember Bringer was actually starting to resist him, refusing to carry out his orders, and the feeling of blood connection was moving away from him.

"No way, the Ember Messenger is resisting me? No! obey my orders! I am your master!"

At this moment, there was a unique roar of the undead in the distance, and the earth trembled slightly.

A sword slashed through a silver dawn soldier in front of him, and Darien, the death knight, looked back.

It was another army of the dead, now rushing towards the battlefield on this side.

The dwarf in the lead... It's that traitor Oscar Diamond!

"Rush to Lao Tzu! Kill the Lich King's group of sheep eating dogs!"

The dwarf rode his death goat, wielding the fallen dust bringer in his hand, turning into a tornado of death shadow energy and charging at high speed.

The armored battle maggot beside him, Mr. Fat Worm, arched rapidly, like a flesh steamroller.

As soon as the huge maggot rushed into the enemy line, it directly crashed into the large group of Scourge soldiers in front of it, and then fell freely like rain, falling to pieces.

With reinforcements, the Silver Dawn soldiers suddenly lost their pressure, and the Dark Lord Mograini, who was attacked from front and back, had to separate a part of the elite death knights and the undead army to rush to the rear of the army to meet the Scarlet Undead Army from Stratholme.

The fallen Ember Bringer seemed to sense something, and the Excalibur was shaking violently, desperately trying to break free from Mograine's grasp.

Tirio took a few steps back sharply, a triumphant smile on his face.

"You are defeated, Mograine, the Lich King has sent you as cannon fodder in a vain attempt to obtain the noble Heroic Spirits sleeping at the bottom of the church, and now... You have got your wish, and you can feel the wrath of countless Heroic Spirits!"

The crystal on the top of the church burst into a fierce light of punishment, and then plunged into the ground like water snakes, leaping like lightning.

Countless awakened paladin spirits emerged from beneath the ground, eventually converging into a ball of holy light energy as dazzling as the sun.

"Accept your fate, Mograini!"

The huge ball of energy light exploded violently, turning into an energy circle and spreading out, with a huge range, directly affecting almost half of the Eastern Plague Land.

The Death Knights of the Black Blade let out a scream, fell off their horses, and fell to their knees wailing in pain.

There is something in their spirit that is burning and crumbling, and it is the reign of the Lich King.

Darien Mograine's ice-blue eyes flickered violently for a few moments, and then he regained his clarity, and the original cruelty and desire to kill had dissipated.

He immediately looked at his father, the Dark Lord was also under his horse at this moment, but he was still desperately resisting the purification from the Light.

Behind him, the Lich King's projection suddenly appeared, and he held up Frost Sorrow and pointed at Mograine, and the power of death poured into the Dark Lord's body, resisting the purification of the Light.

Darion jerked to his feet, rushed to his father's side, snatched the Ashbringer from his father's unsteady grip and struggled violently to escape his master's grasp, and threw it at Tirio.

"Tirio!"

Tirio heard Darien's shouts, and then noticed the Ashbringer flying towards him, and immediately leaped forward, clutching the fallen Excalibur.

The Ember Bringer erupted in a burst of golden energy, dazzling.

When the light slowly dissipated, the fallen sword was purified and transformed back into the sword of holy light, the nemesis of the undead.

"Arthas, you will pay for your crimes!"

Holding the Ember Bringer in both hands, Tirio looked at the Lich King's projection and let out a roar.