In the Eastern Plaguelands, the Chapel of Light's Wish, the site of the Silver Dawn, the undead and the living are at war, and the white skeleton of bones envelops a group of knights in silver-white armor in front of the chapel, tirelessly attacking again and again.

Blood, stumps, cracked weapons, fallen battle flags were everywhere, and the sounds of fighting and shouting came and went, and the thick smell of blood permeated the front of the former sacred chapel, dyeing the pure white building red.

Mages attack, priests heal, knights are at the forefront, although the human camp is constantly compressed, but they can still tightly guard their own defense line, the bright holy light and blazing fireball have saved everyone from the brink of defeat again and again, giving people the confidence to stick to it, just standing behind the battle array, the high-level Terran people at the gate of the chapel are all solemn, because there are too many undead in front of them, although they are worry-free for a while, but it is difficult to say after a long time, After all, human beings, unlike the undead, are tired.

In the main hall of the chapel, the original rows of tables and chairs are gone, replaced by a large number of simple stretchers, on which lie a lot of pale and blood-covered wounded, low ** and sobbing sound in the hall constantly sounded, the priests of the silver dawn were solemn one by one, busy running around in the various stretchers, using their holy light to heal the wounded, with their help, from time to time there were lightly wounded soldiers tearing off the bandages on their shoulders, walking out of the church, and rejoining the battlefield, However, many of the wounded were blinded by the Holy Light and closed their eyes forever, and were carried to the bottom of the stairs on the other side of the main hall.

In a corner of the main hall, a delicate face. The priest, with long blond hair, gently brushed the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead. Looking at the wounded in front of him, he smiled slightly.

"Alright, you can recover from your injuries after two more days of rest!"

She's stunningly beautiful. Joan's nose was high, her lips were ruddy, her gray eyes were gentle as water, and with that holy smile, it was like an angel descending, at least the wounded young warrior in front of him was flushed in an instant, and his heart was beating violently uncontrollably.

"Pa, Reverend Partris," the little warrior took two deep breaths in quick succession before he stammered, "I—I like you!" ”

And listen to the other party's confession. The beautiful priest was stunned for a moment, then her eyebrows frowned slightly, her eyes fell on the layers of bandages on the warrior's body, but she was a little hesitant, and her lips opened, not knowing what to say.

"Oh! Don't get me wrong, Reverend Partrius! Seeing this, the soldier hurriedly waved his hand and hurriedly explained, "I—I don't mean anything else, but I don't know if I can survive, so I don't want to leave any regrets." That's why I said what was in my heart! ”

The beautiful priest breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, and then said softly, "The Holy Light is above, Bobby, and we will all survive." I'm sure Lord Tyrosus and Lord Madonelle will figure it out! The most important thing for you right now is to heal your injuries and not think about them. ”

Leaving each other with a sweet smile, the beautiful priest stood up. Walking towards the other wounded, the two slender white legs under the white priest's robe swayed gently. It's almost dazzling.

looked at the graceful shadow with reluctance, but the little soldier sitting on the hospital bed sighed slightly. Although I didn't have any expectations, I was a little disappointed after being rejected.

And an old soldier with a head and one eye wrapped in a layer of gauze next to him smiled when he saw this, and laughed: "What's the matter, Bobby, are you reluctant?" Also, whether it is in shape or appearance, Paltris is the top in our Silver Dawn, and Lao Tzu would have chased her if he was ten years younger! ”

On the other side, the older warrior lying on the hospital bed also chuckled, shook his head, and said: "But Bobby, I don't think you're funny, it's only been the past two days that seven people have confessed to Partris, and I heard that the boy Varofeste is also one of them, no matter how you look at it, it's not your turn." ”

"Varrowfest also confessed to Parr?" The little soldier was slightly stunned, his face was a little ugly, and then he blushed unconvinced, "So what, I will become powerful in the future, maybe I will be able to catch up with Commander Varofist, and then-"

"When the time comes, the hero will save the United States and turn the tide?"

"Defeat that kid from Ashram and get the beauty back?"

Before the little warrior finished speaking, the two old warriors squeezed their eyebrows and laughed.

Then I saw one of them show a somewhat obscene smile and said, "I said that Bobby, how can you fight for the past few days, it turns out that you have this kind of thought!" I thought you were deliberately hurting yourself just to get a glimpse of Pastor Partrith! ”

The face of the soldier who was pierced with his careful thoughts in his heart turned red, and then he snorted coldly, went to the hospital bed, and refused to pay attention to the two old soldiers, but he didn't see the worry in his eyes after he lay down, and the two old soldiers looked at each other.

They have experienced far more battles than young people, and they are well aware of the current situation, although it seems that it is not a problem to hold on now, but if there are no reinforcements, their plight will be very dangerous under the constant attack of those undead, and the reason why they tease the little warriors is also to relieve the other party's uneasiness.

After dealing with the patients at hand, she strolled to the door of the main hall, looked at the boundless sea of skeletons outside and sighed softly, and then looked at the hall full of wounded soldiers and people who were helped in from time to time, her eyes showed a trace of worry.

With her hands folded, she silently prayed to the cross in the main hall: "O great light, may you protect us for victory!" ”

However, the Holy Light didn't seem to hear her voice, and she had just finished praying when she heard an exclamation from the female priest among the commanders at the door.

"What, that Ethan Lion guy won't come to our aid? How could they! ”

The priestess appeared to be about thirty years old, and had blonde hair similar to Paltrius, except that she was more demure and mature. With the unique holy atmosphere of the pastor, she can be regarded as a beauty. It's just that the panic and resentment on her face at this time made her a little pale.

And standing beside her, a man of about forty years old. The middle-aged nobleman with a stern face snorted coldly when he heard this, and said hatefully: "Ethan Lien's guy? He has gone mad since the death of Master Mograine, and he and his Scarlet Crusaders have long since stopped taking us as companions, and the soldier I sent to ask for help said that he had not even thought about rescuing us after hearing about us, but planned to take advantage of the Scourge Legion's forces to be held back by us, and to counterattack the Western Plaguelands! ”

The middle-aged nobleman's remarks silenced the atmosphere for a moment, although the two had drifted apart since the Silver Dawn split off from the Scarlet Crusaders. But the death of his former companion still makes people feel chills.

After adjusting the situation, the priestess was also the leader of the priests, and the high-ranking priest Madonelle asked a beautiful silver-haired woman standing beside her, "Lady Modra, what do you think of the current situation?" ”

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed since the Second Orc War, and Modra, who is in her fifties, still maintains that young and beautiful appearance, although it is not too difficult for those powerful mages to maintain their youth, but it is still rare to look like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old woman like her, as if time has frozen in her.

And at this time, this one came from Dara. The mage who supported Silver Dawn was slightly distracted, looking at the sky in the distance and not knowing what to think, and only came back to his senses after Madonelle repeated the question, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry. Just remembered something, well, Ms. Madonelle. I don't have much to do right now, except to say that I and my mages can last a day or so. After that, our magic runs out. You'd better think about it in advance. ”

Instead of getting the expected reply, instead getting such an unfortunate news, Mardonelle and Maxwell? Lord Tairosos glanced at each other and smiled bitterly.

After a while, Tairosus said astringently: "What else can we do now, in the Plague Land, except for us, there are only Scarlet Crusaders left, they refuse to make a move, we have no way at all!" ”

And standing behind a few people, listening to the conversation of a few people, Partris's expression was dark, as a high-level priest, she naturally also had an understanding of the surrounding battle situation, since the undead natural disasters were rampant, the shape of the entire Lordaeron continent was almost a piece of erosion, dead death, dead death, except for Gilneth hiding behind the wall of Greymane and Rapids Fort Alaso Heights who were too busy to take care of themselves, all the Terran forces were almost disabled, how could there be any spare strength to support them, the Scarlet Crusaders did not move, They could almost be sentenced to death.

"Holy Light, please save everyone!"

There was no other way but to close her eyes again and pray silently.

However, at this moment, she suddenly heard the voice of Modra.

"Actually, there is another strength in this plague land, I don't know if you have considered it, after all, they are the masters of the plague land!"

Partris opened her eyes suddenly, and Madonelle asked in some surprise, "Lady Modra, do you mean those high-"

However, before she could finish speaking, she was interrupted, and suddenly a low horn sound was heard in the noisy battlefield.

"-Hum! - Buzz! ”

The series of low and thick voices easily overshadowed all the sounds, and the humans and the undead couldn't help but stop their movements and look at the sky in the distance, and then everyone felt that the ground suddenly trembled.

"Khooth! Boom! Sonor! Qiang ??????"

The dense and rapid sound of armor shaking, in the oppressive atmosphere of the coming rainstorm, a golden-red silk thread suddenly appeared in the distant sky.

One after another, one after another, the warriors appeared in full order, with bright red armor, helmets that covered their faces, and golden-red banners held high.

The silence and solemnity began to permeate, and everyone quietly looked at the new team that had joined the battlefield, and their number was so large that at a glance, the entire team was connected to the sky, and it was impossible to tell where the sky was and where the team was.

Silence lasted only a moment, and then a figure in golden-red armor stepped out of the crowd and stood on a nearby steep slope.

Holding a purple-blue giant sword in his hand, the figure pointed at the sea of natural calamity skulls, and immediately shouted.

"-Kill! Kill the crumbs of these natural disasters! ”

Airplanes!

A low trumpet sounded, and then the sky and the earth changed.

Countless fireballs erupted from behind the group, streaked across the sky with long tails, and then slammed into the Scourge and exploded.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of dense explosions swept through the entire battlefield in an instant, and the dense military of the Scourgeon Legion was blown out of countless craters in the blink of an eye.

Then I saw that the team shook slightly, and then like a fiery cloud in a storm, it frantically swept towards the Scourge Legion, and almost instantly, the entire battlefield was shrouded in gold and red.

The sound of bones cracking, the sound of warhammers cutting through the air, looking at the invincible ranks, Partris wept with joy, "The Holy Light is above, that's the army of the High Elves!" (To be continued......)

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