Over here...

It's not even infected yet!?

Riding on his horse, Arthas could not contain the ecstasy in his heart.

And Xue Huan behind him had a gloomy face: Kel'thugad, what are you doing!?

Before reaching the gates of Andohar, they saw smoke rising from the sky and smelled a thick smell of gunpowder, and Arthas kicked his mount in the crotch to lead his horse through the gate, pulling out the golden hammer on his back, ready for any attack.

The buildings around them were burning, and the thick black smoke stung his eyes and irritated his throat, and through his tear-misty eyes, Arthas looked around.

Boom!!!

Suddenly, a loud bang startled Arthas, who was always vigilant, and the frightened hind legs of the war horse stood upright.

"That's..."

Looking at the voice, the short figure makes it difficult to see, but that kind of height... You can't be wrong, it's a dwarf, it's a dwarf from Ironforge!!

"There are the living there, everyone come with me!"

After speaking, Arthas pulled the reins and rushed in the direction of the sound, while Xue Huan, Farrar and others also followed.

Through the thick black smoke, about seven or eight short, bearded dwarves appeared in front of everyone, in groups of two, one of them in charge of controlling the mortar, while the other held up something like a telescope, and roared from time to time.

Obviously, the loud noise was coming from these things.

Xue Huan, who was quiet, also noticed that in addition to the seven or eight dwarves, behind them, there were two guys in white robes squatting, they should be priests, and it is possible... Not human!

Hearing the sound of horses' hooves, one of the dwarves turned his head and stared at the large army in front of him with big surprised eyes, and Arthas was equally surprised, and one of them stopped his horse and looked at the dwarf in front of him condescendingly: "What the hell are you doing?"

"Damn, we're bombarding those damn skeletons, there are still a lot of survivors here, but the village is on fire and there are horrible zombies everywhere. ”

A chill rose up Arthas's spine, and he looked in the direction the dwarven captain pointed - there were more terrifying zombies there, they were incredibly numerous, densely clustered, their eyes glowed with a strange green light, dragging their severed limbs and feet, and walking towards Arthas and the others step by step.

Arthas couldn't be calm anymore, and the devil knows how many undead creatures lurking in the shadows in the Andohar region.

He must get rid of them!

"Lordaeron warriors, draw your weapons and prepare for battle!!"

Tightening his crotch on his horse, Arthas pulled out the golden hammer behind his back and cheered his subordinates loudly.

"Whew!!"

Under the orders of His Royal Highness the Prince, the well-trained knights of Lordaeron drew their swords at their waists in unison, and we could not see their expressions through the heavy overlaid iron helmets, but at this moment, I believe that every cavalry facing these ugly undead creatures was extremely terrified in their hearts.

But even in fear, as a knight of Lordaeron, the sense of honor must not be abandoned!

"Charge!!"

Looking at the undead creatures close at hand, Arthas's eyes were blood-red and he roared.

"Charge!Soldiers of His Highness the Prince!Kill these undead creatures once and for all, in the name of His Highness Arthas!!"

Pharic stepped on the rotten dirt and rushed after Arthas, followed by more than three hundred Lordaeron cavalry, and in an instant, the neighing of horses resounded over Andorhar.

"Is it Arthas?"

The dwarven captain was a little confused, but looking at the cavalry regiment that was fighting with the undead, he waved his hand to stop his companion who was still reloading, "Stop, Patch, this situation is no longer something we can mix. ”

The number of undead gathered in Andorhar is staggering, but the zombies who lack leadership and are weak in combat are no match for Lordaeron's elite cavalry, not to mention the existence of the sixth-order knight Farar in the camp of His Royal Highness the Prince.

Unlike traditional paladins, Farrar does not have the light in his body, and he prefers to use his body and brute force to fight enemies rather than use holy energy to destroy enemies, so he is more similar to a warrior in the game than a paladin.

However, since Farrar is the commander of the Knights of the Storm, his subordinates prefer to address him as Knight Commander rather than Warrior.

Faral's weapon is a huge two-toothed blade, and at this moment he is riding on a war horse, holding the reins in one hand to manipulate the war horse under his crotch, while the other hand is holding the giant blade in one hand, constantly slaughtering the zombies swarming around him.

Compared to Falar, Arthas, as a true paladin, has a unique advantage in dealing with these dark creatures.

I saw Arthas roar angrily, and the golden war hammer in his hand suddenly burst out with a dazzling brilliance, and he smashed the war hammer down hard, and the scorching holy light instantly turned these swarming zombies into a burst of flying ashes.

After the initial shock and horror, Arthas found it even easier to slaughter these ugly and terrifying monsters than to deal with the brutal orcs.

Perhaps, as Gianna said, orcs are also human beings and individuals, but these undead creatures are nothing more than manipulated corpses, marionettes in the hands of some evil necromancer, whose strength depends only on the power of the necromancer who made them.

As a high-level magician, Gianna was no less impressive at this time, she raised the staff that shone with magical light at the top in front of her, closed her eyes and recited the incantation, and in a few moments, a huge elemental creature composed of turbulent water appeared on the battlefield.

Every time the huge water elemental threw a punch, several zombies howled and flew into the sky, and before Gianna could even make a move, a corpse had already fallen in front of her.

Among them, the slowest efficiency in cleaning up zombies is probably Xue Huan...

With all his strength gone, he could only pull out the sword given by Terenus, slashing left and right, without the blessing of the Frost Sorrow, the magic sword that fits him super well, just cleaning up these weak zombies, he is particularly difficult.

"Arthas!!"

Gianna's clear, loud female voice pierced through the noise of the battlefield and reached Arthas's ears.

Arthas was tending to a scythe-wielding zombie, and after the spur-filled war hammer blew the zombie's head together, the prince took the time to look in Gianna's direction.

"Look there, Arthas!"

Gianna pointed not far ahead, her palms and curved fingertips already shining with flames.

In the scuffle, Arthas's pupils dilated as she looked in the direction she was pointing—a barn full of flies and maggots was being surrounded by a dense crowd of zombies, and many of them were slowly crawling out of the barn occupied by the plague.

"Destroy that barn right now. Arthas yelled without looking back.

"Yes, Your Highness, children, let's do it!"

It was the dwarves who responded to his order.

Under the cover of the cavalry, the dwarves swarmed up, their little short legs walking with funny and cute steps, and the cannons ran over the dead and the rancid earth until they were within range of the zombie-infested barn.

"Fire, fire!!" shouted the dwarven captain.

The mortars roared in unison, and when the barn that produced the zombies fell apart under the bombardment, Arthas, who was fighting with the zombies, felt a burst of joy in his heart.

"Gianna, take the rest..."

Before Arthas could finish speaking, Gianna had already raised her staff, and a huge fireball flew out of the top of the staff in her hand, and the barn and its contents immediately burst into flames, along with some zombies that had not completely crawled out of the barn.

"It worked!!"

After clearing another zombie with the light, Arthas ran his hand through his sweaty blonde hair, the scorching flames around him were unbearable, sweat soaking through his armor, but the joy of victory swept through his heart like a gentle wind.

Looking at the self-burning flames and listening to the terrible cries of the zombies before they died, the prince naively thought that after destroying the polluted barn, the incident was about to be resolved.

The fierce battle lasted more than two hours...

After Farrick pulls his sword from the body of the last zombie and brings out a stream of foul blood, all that remains of the battlefield is piles of bones.

The knights, who had fought for two hours, were physically exhausted, but their spirits were still high.

After a short break, Arthas began to count the numbers.

"Will!"

"Here!"

"Bennett!"

"Here!"

"Borg!"

“......”

Listening carefully to the loud and powerful answers, Arthas couldn't believe it, and he looked around and saw that none of his men had been killed, except for some more wounds on the body of some cavalrymen!

Then he set his eyes on Gianna, Xue Huan and the others beside him, although the latter was a little tired and his face was pale, but fortunately he was unharmed.

Satisfied with this brilliant result, Arthas kicked a dead zombie at his feet, gasped and said, "Now that the enemies have been cleared, everyone go and search for possible survivors!"

"Yes, Your Highness!!"

The cavalry who had received the order dispersed and began to march towards the nearby farmhouse, while Arthas found a ruin and sat down, he was a little tired, and his handsome face was covered with disgusting blood.

Gianna looked at Arthas with distressed eyes and stood silently beside him, while Xue Huan and Farrar had already finished dealing with the enemy and were assisting some soldiers in cleaning up the battlefield.

"You are Prince of Lordaeron, Your Highness Arthas?"

Before Arthas could sit down, the dwarven captain, who had assisted them in attacking the barn, led his men to Arthas.

"That's right. ”

Arthas grinned, and the brief joy of the victory made him forget his fears: "I am Prince Arthas Minethir, so are you?"

The dwarven captain was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered, and he made a polite gesture unique to the dwarves: "Dagor is at your service, Your Highness!"

"On behalf of Lordaeron, thank you for your help!!"

Arthas rubbed his wrist and said with a smile, "But, I..."

Before he could finish his words, he heard the excited shouts of the soldiers in the distance: "Your Royal Highness, we have found the surviving villagers!!"

Name: Faral

Race: Humanoid

Rank: Sixth-Order Knight

A high-ranking knight of Lordaeron, serving as the chief commander of the Lordaeron Storm Knights, he is righteous and selfless, and he has dedicated his life to Lordaeron.

Main Skill 1: [Whirlwind Slash] Use the double-edged sword in your hand to strangle the enemy

Main Skill 2: [Thunder Strike] Use the double-edged sword in your hand to slam the ground, sending out a shockwave

Main Skill 3: [Fatal Strike] Discover the enemy's weak points and break them strongly

(End of chapter)