On the frontal battlefield of Stratholme, fierce fighting had been going on for nearly six hours, from late evening to late night.

The relatively strong walls had long been destroyed by the impact of the abominations, and in the face of the almost frantic onslaught of the undead warriors, the Stratholme army in charge of resistance had lost nearly six or seven thousand men in just six hours, and countless others were seriously wounded.

For the Lordaeron warriors led by Baron Rivendell, this was not only a test of will, but also a mental and physical ordeal.

After all, these undead creatures are just self-conscious, and even more tireless fighting machines, but they are different, they are all living people, and the six hours of continuous fighting have already exhausted the physical strength of these warriors, and if it were not for the support of that tenacious willpower, the defense line they formed is likely to collapse.

Corpses are piled up in the streets, and the walls are covered with blood!!

Under Xue Huan's order, the necromancer legion located in the rear of the entire army desperately turned these fresh corpses into zombies after entering the city.

Every comrade who has just fallen will stand up in a strange way and become your enemy in a strange way, and this brutal way of fighting makes these desperate Lordaeron soldiers feel terrified.

Under pressure, Baron Rivendell had to order Oryx to abandon King's Square, the Festival Trail and the Market District, and instead focus his entire defense on Crusader Square.

And the crusader ramparts behind them will be the last line of Stantholm!!

"Boom !!"

The faint sound of fighting reached the crusader fortress, which was crowded with terrified citizens of Stratholme, the narrow passage with no place to stay, and a single bed with nearly a dozen young children.

Most of them were helpless children, old people and women, as well as some thin and weak men, but without exception, there was a kind of "despair" in their eyes.

The overwhelming number of undead creatures is just outside this building, and once the warriors they have pinned their hopes on are defeated, the fate of these ordinary citizens who have no way to escape and no combat power can be imagined.

At this moment, everyone is silently praying in their hearts, praying that the Holy Light will favor them...

And on the Crusader Square, the bloodied Baron Rivendell is leading the remaining warriors in their final resistance.

"Damn..."

Old Rivendell panted and raised his two-handed sword to block Frostmourn's horizontal slash, and the immense force, mixed with the power of the Shadows, surged into Rivendell's arm.

The old paladin hurriedly drove the holy light energy in his body and forcibly suppressed this terrifying power, but the sheer strength still made Rivendell couldn't help but take several steps back.

This guy's power... It's too strong!!

After taking a few steps back, Baron Rivendell barely stabilized his figure, and at this time, he still had the appearance of a noble lord - the torn armor, the blood-stained battle robe, and the blood stain on his face had already covered his expression at this time, and the sword of Rivendell in his hand had lost the bright light it had at the beginning.

Baron Rivendell, who had fought in the north, had not met an opponent worthy of his attention, but he had never felt so desperate as he did today, and he felt that he had no chance of winning in front of this hideous-looking, silver-haired man.

Fighting the fifth order against the sixth order was originally a close battle, but with the blessing of frost sorrow and demon heart, it seemed so disparity.

Xue Huan, who was riding on the skeleton warhorse, was looking at Rivendell with a very indifferent look, for him, the outcome of this battle was decided, as long as he easily suppressed this guy, the natural disaster army under his command would naturally clean up the remaining resistors for him, and the rest... But it is just necessary to think carefully about the fate of these sinful people who try to resist God's command.

"I allow you to surrender, as long as you take the initiative to sacrifice your soul, then all the crimes you have committed will be forgiven by me!!" Xue Huan laughed wildly, standing in the sea of undead corpses, the magic sword in his hand shining with a terrifying coldness, as if imprisoning countless painful souls.

"Phew!Scourge lackey, go dream!!"

Spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood, the disgust on Baron Rivendell's face overflowed, and he trembled and regained his fighting posture, and also made his position clear to Xue Huan.

Oh?!

Rejection of one's own gifts?

Facing Rivendell's angry gaze, Xue Huan was not annoyed, the corners of his mouth hooked up a demonic smile, and his voice was hoarse and empty, "Death has come to this city, I will use your wails and pain to make you realize what will happen if you refuse my gift!!"

As he spoke, his voice stopped abruptly, and the skeletal war horse under him began to gallop as if it had received an order from its master, and all the living who tried to block it in vain were knocked out in the face of this powerful impact.

Xue Huan rode Trothus, rushing into the formation alone like an ancient killing god, the frost sorrow in his hand waving wildly, and he reaped the lives of his enemies. Every time you slice the throat of an enemy, or pierce the chest of an enemy, a pinch of ghostly light is sucked into the glowing sword.

This is the soul! Frost Sorrow is frantically absorbing the souls of the dead!!

"Despicable Death Knight, stop!!"

Seeing his loyal soldiers being slaughtered by the enemy, Baron Rivendell couldn't hold back any longer, his eyes were blood-red, he didn't care about the weakness of his body, reactivated the holy light in his body, and rushed towards Xue Huan.

The distance between the two was getting closer and closer, and at the moment when Baron Rivendell approached, Xue Huan's face suddenly showed a sinister smile of successful conspiracy, he turned his horse's head, and the frost sorrow raised high crossed a black and purple evil light, at this moment, the magic sword that was drawn towards the unprepared Baron Rivendell even cut through the air, and in addition to the sword marks, a little black crack appeared.

"Shadow Strike!!"

This blow was ferocious, almost gathering most of the death energy in Xue Huan's body, in the gradually constricting pupils of Baron Rivendell, the sword of Rivendell that he was blocking in front of him was directly cut off by the magic sword, if it weren't for him even if he took a small step back, I am afraid that he would already be a revenant under the sword at this moment.

But just when Baron Rivendell had just breathed a sigh of relief, Xue Huan's next attack arrived, and as soon as he stretched out his big hand, a stream of black-purple energy immediately surged into his hand.

Death Grip!!

A terrifying black energy snaked out, extremely fast, directly attacking the enemy, and pulling Baron Rivendell, who had not yet recovered from the last attack, directly in front of him.

"Ahh

Facing Xue Huan, who was close at hand, Baron Rivendell was so frightened that he could even feel the cold aura emanating from Frost Sorrow.

At the critical moment, as a fifth-order paladin, his excellent martial arts skills made Old Rivendell react almost subconsciously.

The moment the Death Grip entanglement effect wore off, Baron Rivendell kicked his foot on the ground and quickly stepped back, and at that moment, his speed almost reached its limit, and he was able to dodge Xue Huan's most threatening blow.

But even with such a brilliant dodge, his left arm was still cut by the sharp Frost Sorrow, a four-centimeter-long gap.

Holding his arm in pain, he stepped back again and again, and in a matter of seconds, Baron Rivendell quickly distanced himself from Xue Huan.

After retreating to safety and being surrounded by a dozen warriors, old Rivendell had time to check his injuries - he saw a purple energy corroding his flesh at the wound, even if he tried to use the holy energy in his body to expel this dark energy, it was to no avail, this power was like a locust wrapped around his arm and kept biting, he felt his life gradually passing away.

Xue Huan rode on his horse and looked at the paladin who was covering his wounds and helpless with a sneer.

The festering wound, as the first layer of special power obtained after collecting a hundred souls, as long as the enemy is scratched by the frost sorrow in his hand, the wound will never heal, and the life will continue to overflow from the corroded wound until death.

It's an honor. Lord Rivendell, you became the first to taste this pain.

Xue Huan stroked the frost sorrow in his hand, and the magic sword emitted a more cold and strange evil light after drinking blood, and at the same time, the first rune on the sword body also flashed.

Old Rivendell was sweating profusely and surrounded by a dozen warriors, his left arm almost useless under the erosion of the dark forces, and he screamed desperately in his heart as he looked at the death knight on his horse, like a nightmare.

Uther, if you don't come again, you old fellow, I'm going to die here!!

(End of chapter)