"Attack, slaughter, my warriors!!"

Riding on a skeleton warhorse, Xue Huan pulled out the Frost Grief, and the army of the undead began to frantically pour into Stratholme under his command, while the skeleton archers in the rear were also suppressing the human archers on the city walls.

The gap in the wall of Stratholme was not too big, barely enough to accommodate nearly five ghouls walking side by side, but it was enough, driving the already irritable skeleton war horse under his crotch, Xue Huan took the lead, and the dense sea of undead corpses on the road retreated to both sides like a tide under his orders, making way for him.

On the other side, Malor, dressed in red plate armor with the coat of arms of Lordaeron, was directing the warriors to defend, and there were more than 3,000 Lordaeron warriors in charge of fighting the undead, and they formed a human wall, blocking the zombies that poured into Stratholm at the door.

Watching the soldiers and monsters under the city fight together in the narrow passage, Old Rivendell took a deep breath and integrated the holy light into his body, and the next moment, a bright aura burst out from the soles of his feet, enveloping all the warriors who were fighting fiercely in the passage.

"Focus Aura!!"

As a fifth-order paladin, Old Rivendell has always specialized in defensive magic, and the presence of a focused aura can use holy energy to protect all the warriors around him, increasing their defense against the undead.

"Sir Uther's reinforcements are on the way, don't let these undead trample on our land again, kill them, and avenge the martyrs of Lordaeron!!"

In fact, when Old Rivendell said this, he didn't know how long the warriors would be able to hold on, and he didn't know when Uther's reinforcements would arrive, but at this moment, facing undead creatures that were twice his size, someone needed to stand up and encourage them.

Sure enough, after hearing the news that Uther, the first paladin in the mainland, was about to arrive on the battlefield, the gloom in the eyes of the soldiers was swept away, and it was replaced by a glittering light burst out of hope.

"Charge!For Lordaeron!!"

Malor roared at the right time, which further aroused everyone's determination to fight against the undead, and at this time, Old Rivendell raised his long sword, and also jumped off the city wall, and slashed into the formation.

The addition of the fifth-order paladin Baron Rivendell has buffered the originally somewhat tight defense line, and the Holy Light and Shadow are already extremely restrained existences from each other, even the army of ghouls who are overwhelmingly pouring into Stratholme at this moment is a little powerless in the face of Paladin Rivendell.

"Die, you undead wretch!!"

Old Rivendell wielded his longsword in the crowd, the light energy attached to his weapon instantly turning the undead to ashes upon contact with ghouls. Then, with a wave of his other hand, several scorching, golden beams of light appeared at the same time, smashing head-on on the heads of the three nearby ghouls.

The skin of these undead creatures was already festering, and the moment they came into contact with the lethal holy light, it was like an iceberg melted by the sun, and it turned into a puddle of rotten water in an instant.

Oryx, who had been at the head of the city and commanding the archers to suppress the fire of the undead, took the time to glance at the battle below the city, and found that his father was killing all sides at the confrontation between the Lordaeron soldiers and the undead troops, and immediately exclaimed excitedly: "Father, brave!!"

In war, a leader's personal ability can often greatly drive the morale of the troops, full of strategy, good at arranging troops The commander-in-chief general can certainly play a vital role in a war, but the fierce general who is in charge of the formation can stimulate the blood of his subordinates at a critical moment, and Rivendell is like this at this time.

His performance undoubtedly brought confidence to the Lordaeron warriors around him who were fighting fiercely, and further condensed the combat effectiveness of the soldiers under his command, and with the support of this belief, the fear in the hearts of these soldiers that was originally caused by the dark creatures gradually dissipated.

"Long live Lord Lord! Long live Lordaeron!!"

"For Lordaeron!For the sake of the Holy Light!Kill all these invading monsters!!"

No one would know the consequences of letting these bloodthirsty, hideous, slaughter-only undead creatures enter the city, and the weapons in the hands of the soldiers were as angry as their roars, slashing at the heads of the ghouls pouring in, and with the blessing of the aura of concentration, only more than 3,000 Lordaeron warriors simply stuck the line of defense that was about to collapse.

Brilliant and scorching holy light energy surged across the blade of Old Rivendell's sword, and with the weapons he kept wielding, even the surrounding air seemed to be ablaze.

Consecration, as a paladin's magic to burn enemies on a large scale, was used at this time by old Rivinedell.

I saw a pale golden flame permeating him, and with his fighting movements, all the ghouls who approached him about three meters around him didn't even touch him, and they were turned to ashes by the blazing holy light.

In less than ten minutes, hundreds of ghouls were turned into ashes under the scorching of the holy light, and even after the fall of one batch, another group of ghouls made up, but it was obvious that no matter how many undead creatures there were, it was useless until they could crack the Holy Power of Old Rivendell.

Looking at the surging holy light on the blade of Old Rivendell's sword, Orix nodded, his eyes shining with hope, as if victory was ahead.

But in the next second, a black shadow shattered Orix's illusion - this black shadow was extremely fast, and with his strength, he could barely see the specific appearance of the other party, and the undead scrambled to avoid it wherever this black shadow passed, leaving a string of black flames on the ground.

Looking at the nightmare-black figure, the expression on Orrix's face gradually froze, and finally was replaced by horror.

"Father be careful!!"

At this time, old Rivendell also felt a gust of evil wind coming, and he didn't have much time to react when he fought bravely with the undead soldiers in front of him, so he was forced to collide with that force fiercely.

"Bang !!"

The scorching light energy and the violent shadow energy collided.

Baron Rivendell, who had been in a hurry, was defeated after a few seconds of hard resistance, and he was shocked by this blow and took a few steps back, his mouth was still spitting blood, and the holy light on the sword in his hand suddenly dimmed.

Baron Rivendell barely stopped, shuddering from the ground, stabbing his sword, looking at the silver-haired man in black armor in front of him.

"You... Who is it?"

The undead stopped attacking in front of him, and from this man's body, Baron Rivendell felt an unusually strong dark aura, and the terrifying skeleton war horse under his crotch was panting even more frantically.

This guy... It's not easy to deal with, Baron Rivendell said secretly.

Xue Huan held the Frost Sorrow in his hand and stared at Baron Rivendell in front of him, as if he was staring at an ant.

Fifth Order Paladin?

A trace of sinister light flashed in his gray eyes, and in Baron Rivendell's gradually constricting pupils, Xue Huan lightly spat out a few words: "I am you... The master who is about to serve!"

Name: Rivinedell

Race: Humanoid

Rank: Fifth Order Paladin

Baron Rivendell was a wealthy Lord of Lordaeron, a paladin majoring in defense, and a former servant of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Main Skill 1: [Holy Light] Summons Holy Light to strike enemies or restore health to friendly units

Main Skill 2: [Devotion] Infuse the earth with the energy of the Holy Light

Main Skill 3: [Focus Aura] Increases the defense of nearby friendly units

(End of chapter)