"You are a good fighter. Submit to the Lich King, and you will receive eternal life. The Death Knight spoke in a hoarse voice. The object of his persuasion was none other than Tiphliotin. Clearly, there was something about this commander that caught the Lich King's attention.

It was responded to by a flaming arrow. But it was blocked by the Death Knight's light description. He gave Tiverly a deep look, then gave the order.

"Attack."

Viewed from above, a flaming defensive belt is unusually eye-catching. And around it, there are countless black shadows, densely connected. Crowded, wriggling, constantly pressing towards the flame defense circle. But the flames that flew up and down held their line. From the very beginning, the battle entered a kind of decisive level. Because all human soldiers don't have the slightest room for manoeuvre.

Gargoyles chirped rapidly in the air, but the dense cedar wood greatly limited their air superiority. At this point, the situation became deadlocked. But this situation will not last. Because a soldier's physical strength is limited, and skeletons and corpses do not get tired. The soldiers of the first wave soon had difficulty raising their swords. But the soldiers could not rotate.

The Scourge was pressed too tightly and there was no room for rotation at all. In desperation, Tiffly could only order.

"Molotov cocktails."

A knight at the level of a squad leader escaped an emerald green alchemy potion that was slightly larger than the previous crystal bottle. If Ray were here, he would have found that this was Katie's first alchemy work back then. An upgraded version of Wildfire, Katie's Fire. (Game of Thrones volume)

A violent explosion rang out in the Scourge Legion. The green waves of fire are frantically fighting back against the Scourge Legion. The shockwave shredded hundreds of skeleton walking corpses, doubling the entire encirclement. Raging flames burned continuously on countless corpses. A temporary line of flame defense was formed. Kept all the Scourge soldiers out of the wall of fire. And the soldiers on the periphery also took the opportunity to rotate.

The situation stabilized. But Tiverly didn't let up in the slightest. At this time, he couldn't help but regret that he didn't fight for a portable portal coordinates. The large number of alchemy potions they are equipped with are the 'aid' of the Stormwind Kingdom. Their mission this time was largely to test these alchemical potions. This is a national trade between the Kingdom of Stormwind and Lordaeron.

That kind of portable portal is also one of them. But as a top-notch spatial nature of the magic creation. It was clearly not within his reach. Coordinates are required for the use of portals. But this is not the capital of Lordaeron, a place that can be fully covered by the use of magic by court mages. The coordinates need to be laid manually.

This is the wilderness of the Far North. Even the strongest magicians can't establish coordinates out of thin air without being there in person. As far as he knew. There is a special unit that is gradually advancing into the wilderness. Their task is to use some alchemy items at intervals to establish magical coordinates. It is expected that the entire Far Northern Heath will be covered with spatial coordinates. When the time comes, the Empire's armies will be ready to appear anywhere in the Far North Wasteland.

But Tiverly's squad went too far. It has long been far from the follow-up troops. So the only ones who can arrive quickly are the Griffon Knights. There is one more round of wildgun, but after that it will be a fight to the death. After all, in the current situation, there is no room for any wisdom to maneuver. Miracles are what they need most. At this moment, Teverly had never been so hungry for power.

The Sixth Legion, which was hundreds of kilometers away, saw the distress signal for the first time. Based on the level of the distress signal. They cannot rush into the army. The Griffin Knights could only be sent to meet Tiverly, as Tiverly had predicted.

On the battlefield, the second round of wildfire has begun to gradually extinguish. Once again, the skeletons that seemed to never be able to be killed surrounded them. Many soldiers have begun to despair. For many people, death is not unacceptable. But it would be too cruel to become a slave of the enemy after death, and perhaps to kill one's own comrades-in-arms, people, and even relatives with one's own hands.

Teverly has also reached his limits. He felt like he was going to pass out in the next second. But there was a voice in his ear that kept calling him. Every call can give him a new strength. In order to be able to continue the fight, he kept concentrating, trying to hear the call clearly.

"Believe in me, believe in righteousness, believe in the Light. My baby. You will be empowered. The voices grew clearer, and Tiverly could hear the call clearly.

A strong, yet holy incandescent light rose into the sky. Endless light erupted in Teverly. Everywhere the Light went, countless skeleton corpses were torn apart. Even the gargoyles in mid-air were scorched to the ground by the holy light. And the already exhausted soldiers around them only felt a new kind of strength injected into their bodies. The tired body was once again full of vitality. And the scars on his body also recovered quickly under the light of the holy light.

Paladin, in the final moments, Tifliodin felt the inspiration of Naru and awakened to become a paladin. He is also the first being to awaken as a paladin on his own initiative on the entire Azer Path. The Cathedral of Light in Stormwind has begun to consciously train paladins. But those who were artificially cultivated were far from being comparable to paladins like Tiverley, who were inspired by Naru to awaken the power of the Light on their own.

Under the dazzling light, a black edge flashed. The Death Knight, armed with a black heavy sword, leapt from his Nightmare Horse and slashed at Tiverly. There was a violent metal clash of metals. The sword that glowed with holiness in Tiverly's hand struck the blow. All the members of the Scourge Legion around them retreated. A clearing was made for them. The paladin's duel against the death knight, like a fateful duel, kicked off at this moment.

Another continent farther away than the Far North Heath, Northrend. With the help of Frostmourn, the Nirub Empire has finally fallen. All the Spider Demons declare allegiance to the Lich King. After the fall of the Nirub Empire, in Northrend, the Scourge had no more opponents.

The Frost Trolls put away their thoughts, and the Resistance Coalition such as Grizzly Bears, Iron Dwarves, and some mutant Minotaurs collapsed. The Lich King has finally taken complete control of the continent of Northrend. And the Yaki Zerg, an intelligent race under his command, also began to prepare for an expedition to the Eastern Kingdom.

Countless obsidian golems, Crypt Lords who have undergone a dozen metamorphoses, Frost Dragons, and more. One by one, an unprecedented army is gradually taking shape. A full-scale invasion is on the verge of breaking out.