I was pulled out of the bed at 2 o'clock in the morning, and I have been busy until now I went home, I have not slept for more than 30 hours, and I will rest for a while after making up for the change, and everyone will be happy on the fifteenth day of the New Year~~~

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Shocked, Arthas hurriedly sent several messenger teams to various realms of the kingdom, trying to warn the lords before the plague broke out.

However, soon after, the bad news came, and a large number of undead creatures gathered more than ten kilometers away in the Valley of the Hearth, except for the first messenger who rushed to the capital of Lordaeron, the rest of the messenger team could not break through the layers of encirclement, and finally added new power to the undead creatures.

Before Arthas could react and devise a new plan, the undead creatures suddenly attacked. After a short period of more than ten kilometers, Alsace simply had no other choice, and led all the humans in the Valley of the Hearth, and the young prince began a hard battle to defend the city.

The undead creatures had been attacking for more than ten days in a row, and at first with the tall and sturdy city walls and magic towers, it was relatively easy to defend. Who knew that five days ago, a high-level creature actually appeared among the undead creatures, and with the cover of a huge base of undead miscellaneous soldiers, it lurked under the city gate and quietly destroyed it.

By the time the guards realized that something was wrong, a hole more than two meters wide had appeared in the city gate, and dozens of undead creatures had already rushed into the city and slaughtered them. By the time the prince of Arthas, who had only rested for a few hours, woke up from his dream and hurried to the battlefield, the gates were completely shattered.

Faced with an endless stream of undead creatures, Prince Arthas took the lead in charging into the enemy crowd and volunteered to become a bridgehead, and under his leadership, the soldiers began to engage in grueling hand-to-hand combat. As a paladin blessed by the Light, Arthas is completely immune to any disease, but his soldiers are different.

Because of the serious asymmetry of troops, many wounded soldiers had to continue fighting, and the soldiers who were physically and mentally exhausted without any rest time were falling every second, and many people lost their lives every hour to join the local lineup.

This world makes the strength of the individual very strong, strong enough to influence a battle, but in the face of an endless number of enemies, even the super strong are invincible at the moment. Arthas, as a paladin with a complete heritage, is not only a natural enemy for evil and filthy creatures, but also the professional characteristics of the paladin determine his physical strength.

However, even if most of the enemies were just low-level creatures, and they could destroy more than a dozen or even dozens of undead with just one blow, they insisted on fighting on the front line for five days and five nights, and they felt that their physical strength was about to run out.

Originally, there were no more soldiers left fighting side by side, and the defense line had completely collapsed, and there were undead creatures rushing into the city from the loopholes, Arthas raised the holy hammer with a gloomy face, jumped a few meters high, and then smashed it heavily towards an undead creature with dull eyes and desperately squeezing into the city.

Rumble!

The huge force smashed this undead creature and the ground within a radius of ten meters nearby, and suddenly dented it to form a large crater, and all the creatures within a hundred meters were shaken to the ground without distinguishing between friend and foe. After a moment's pause, Arthas stretched out his leather-gloved palm in the direction of the most undead creatures.

Swish!

A golden light with a diameter of about two meters emanated straight forward from the palm of Arthas's hand, and the thick pillar of light stretched out more than 80 meters before dissipating into the air. The undead creatures that were illuminated within this distance instantly turned to flying ashes, and the enemy's attack suddenly slowed down.

However, such efforts were in vain, and it took only two seconds for the undead creatures in the distance to fill the void, and they rushed towards the city gate without fear or mercy. On the contrary, after the blow, Arthas stumbled, and his forehead was covered with sweat due to the loss of strength.

"Your Royal Highness, protect Your Royal Highness!"

Five or six burly officers in magical armor rushed from the city, and in just a few seconds, they had crossed a distance of more than two hundred meters to Arthas's side. Although each of these professionals suffered different degrees of injury, they were as stable as a reef against waves of undead who tried to invade.

"Break through, Your Royal Highness the Prince!" the eldest warrior knelt down on one knee and made a standard knightly salute, staring at Arthas in front of him seemingly calmly, his eyes full of anxiety: "It's lost, Your Highness!

"Where's the breakout?" Arthas struggled to keep his balance from falling, and as he looked up at the battle around him, he noticed a group of about 500 soldiers marching against the enemy's current, rushing from the center of the city towards his gate, and people were dying every second.

Looking at the middle-aged man kneeling at his feet, and then at the rest of the high-level warriors who seemed to be under no pressure, but in fact they were also physically exhausted and could not support them as soon as possible, Arthas asked with a strange expression: "What about you? Faric, what are you going to do?"

"Your Highness, we are all infected with the plague. Faric was obviously lying, although he was seriously injured, as long as he didn't lose his life, his strength reached the ninth order and he wouldn't be infected and become an undead creature: "Even if we leave, we won't be able to live, please let us break off." Please leave with the rest of your brothers!"

Several high-ranking professionals who were desperately fighting in front of the two in Arthas were silent, and the words that Farick said represented each and every one of them. They were not afraid of death, or even of being reduced to undead creatures, they only wanted to be able to hold on until His Royal Highness the Prince left safely.

"Heh, I see. Arthas took a deep breath and squeezed some strength out of his body, which had rested for a while. Striding away from an officer with a double sword in front of him, Arthas rushed out first: "Kill!"

"Kill, kill!"

The prince's actions made several people present stunned, and then as if they had figured out something at the same time, these high-level warriors all shouted in unison, desperately squeezing forward to use their bodies to resist the sharp fangs of the undead creatures.

However, after rushing less than 100 meters, everyone felt a huge pressure, and they were like a lonely boat in the sea, which could capsize at any time.

Woo!

Just when everyone was desperate, suddenly a long horn sounded.

At the end of the undead creatures thousands of meters away, a stream of iron appeared like a silver tide, and even the countless high-ranking knights whose horses were covered with magical armor stabbed desperately forward. Every neat swing of a weapon would turn hundreds or thousands of low-level undead creatures into mud. There was also a magical barrage that could almost cover the sky, bombarding everywhere, and patches of undead creatures were wiped out in an instant.

The Knights of the Silver Hand have arrived, and the Battle of Hearthvale has been won!!