"Your Highness, the request for an urgent communication from the eastern wall barrier is General Abydis!"

Just as Kyris and Arthas were arguing with each other, a middle-aged man hurriedly ran over, and after being hit by the silver hand on the outside, he shouted loudly to Arthas inside. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After making eye contact with Kelris, Arthas turned his head and rushed out, but the half-elf mage did not immediately follow, but watched the prince rush out and took a few random steps, waiting for everyone around him to walk almost before turning his head to look at the armored warrior behind him.

"Xiao Meizi, let's say, how much did you participate in such a big project? Or did you organize it?"

"Hmph! Such a low-level plan, Lao Tzu didn't even bother to look at it a few more times, if it weren't for you..."

As if he didn't bother to refute his nickname as Little Plum, Mephistopheles took off the rough black helmet on his head, revealing a face identical to that of Kelryth, and after a few taunts, the corners of the Demon Maharaja's mouth curled up into his trademark devilish smile.

"Hehe, but seeing these ants exhausted and finally overwhelmed by despair, it's really... Huh!"

The devilish ghost laugh eventually turned into dry laughter under the smiling gaze of Kelris, and Mephistopheles shook off her unaccustomed long ears and turned her head towards her soul contractor.

"Anyway, you don't like this prince either, isn't it nice to watch him being played to death..."

"Hehe, in this way, the real target is neither Stratholme, nor Sunset City, nor the East Wall Barrier!"

Glancing at Mephistopheles with a blank face, Kyrreth walked towards the detached building in the distance, the outside of the building was covered with layers of silver armored knights, although it looked like a bakery and several floors of the house, but now it seems that it has been temporarily requisitioned by the silver hand, and Arthas just rushed into this small building.

"Hey... It's not really, on the side of the single light and twilight city, since I made a move, the power of the other lines can of course only be regarded as scum, of course, the real purpose should be to cover the small actions of the group of skeleton rats. But where the target is, I really don't know and don't plan to figure it out!"

Hehe, smiling, Mephistopheles whispered as she kept up with Kyrryth.

"Since the fall of that titan, he has been very kind to this demon king, as one of Sargeras's number one lackeys, Akmund has theoretically reached the level of participating in the blood battle of the bottom hell core!

"Hmph!

Before he walked to the small building, Kelrith saw Arthas rushing out with a blue face, and then stopped and said coldly without squinting.

"Naturally..."

"Their true goal is the Chapel of the Light's Wishes!"

However, Mephistopheles didn't say a few words again, and Arthas's voice rushed over, and Prince Lordaeron glanced at Mephistopheles's face with an ugly face, although it was very strange for the appearance of two Kelries, especially His Royal Highness the Prince, who immediately recognized the other party as the armored warrior who was in front of Kelreth who was easily pushed away by himself just now, so Prince Lordaeron also recognized the real Kelrith for the first time.

"It seems that there are still many legends hidden in the Chapel of the Wish of Light..."

Kelreth didn't react to Arthas's gaze at Mephistopheles, but pouted and said with a hint of sarcasm.

Since Arthas still had time to inform him of the information instead of going out of the city and rushing directly to the battlefield, it means that the Chapel of the Wish of Light is not in danger, at least not yet, and the Church of the Light, which was originally only a church of the Holy Light with more symbolic meaning than practical significance in Kelrith's heart, can actually stop the tide of terrifying trolls of this magnitude, and can not help but shock Kelrith once again, how many hidden hands are still hidden in Lordaeron, or the Silver Hand.

"Kelreth !!"

The sword eyebrows were raised again, and Arthas, who was already full of anger because of the attack on the Holy Land, even burned with holy flames all over his body, glaring angrily at the half-elf mage in front of him.

"Yes, my Royal Highness, I apologize for what I just said!"

Touching his nose, Kyris took a small step back and said helplessly. More than ninety percent of the paladins in these years are fanatical believers, although they will not cut down your whole family for the sake of the Holy Light Faith, but the verbal blasphemy will still cause the hatred of these Holy Light believers, and this paranoia will even eventually converge at some point in the future due to the guidance of some dark forces, forming the most distorted Holy Light organization in human history - the Scarlet Crusade.

"Then Your Highness, tell me the details of the communication!"

Glancing at the silver hand that surrounded the three of them again, Kyrreth pulled Mephistopheles behind him, gave him a warning look, and then asked Arthas.

"There have been more than two Zuaman priests, one can turn into a giant war bear more than ten meters high, and the other can look like an eagle, and can release a legendary-level lightning spell, especially the latter one, most of the damage to the east wall barrier this time is because of this beast, and the lightning damage ignores the characteristics of defense is too troublesome!"

With a softened face, Arthas pursed his lips and said, although the top combat power of the legendary level is insufficient, the silver hand with the middle-level paladin as the core still perfectly withstands this wave of trolls that is purely composed of the core main force of Zu Aman, and although it is said to be gritted teeth, there are not many silver hands who really die, after all, where the holy light is, the vitality of the paladins will not stop is not a statement.

"It's just that I didn't expect this group of brutes to dare to hit the attention of the Holy Light Wish Chapel!"

But as he spoke, Arthas scolded with anger in his eyes.

“... My Highness, I still hope you can calm down!"

The half-elf mage, who had been listening quietly, suddenly skipped Arthas and looked behind him, and said in a strange tone.

"Hmph, mage, don't speculate on the paladin's tenacity and tenacity!

Arthas had apparently noticed Kyrryth's gaze as well, and as he spoke, he turned his head to look over, and the mage who had just run over to communicate with him rushed over again, and the prince's face suddenly turned ugly when he looked at the other man's frightened expression.

"Your Highness!"

The middle-aged mage was just on foot, and his weak body was only a hundred meters away before he was out of breath and paused before continuing.

"The Fireplace Valley Rush... Andohal, fall!" (To be continued.) )