"Your brother and Lord Mograini are in Andorhar?"

In a mansion in the aristocratic district of Stratholme, Kerryth asked as he watched Darien instruct his attendants to bring his frightened nephew into the inner courtyard to rest. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Yes, don't you know, don't you know? Including my father, the seven legendary paladins who went on an expedition to Northrend built a teleportation array on the sea and teleported directly to the steel barrier through the help of the High Elves, and our side still needs to guard against the counterattack of the trolls because of the eastern wall barrier, so most of the silver hands that went south this time were Stratholme's troops, and my brother also followed this southward transfer!"

"Hmph, so there's not even a decent garrison in Stratholme now?"

Hearing that those legendary paladins had teleported to the continent through the temporary teleportation array built by the elves in the Endless Sea, Kelrith's face was visibly stiff, but then he snorted coldly.

Theoretically, Stratholme's location is very advantageous, as the area is essentially a huge basin surrounded by mountains on three sides, and as long as the eastern wall on the opening side remains, it does not need to be exposed to any attacks from the domestic direction.

However, there is still a field of trolls between the eastern wall and Stratholme, Zumashal, and in fact part of the original Silver Hand of Stratholm was to sweep away the trolls that had wandered into the Stratholme area.

And now, the reason why the Silver Hand dared to completely drain Stratholme's Silver Hand when the tide of trolls had just stopped for a long time was because of the existence of Sunset City, a second solid barrier had been erected in front of Stratholme in disguise.

"The whole plan of the transfer of troops was all made by Arthas, and even General Abydis once suggested that some of the silver hand be kept in Stratholm and filled by the eastern wall, but he still insisted on carrying out his own plan in the end!"

It seems that because of the cold snort of Kelris, Darien also recklessly said the original arrangement, although he knew that Arthas killed his nephew who had been possessed by the demon as a matter of course, but the pain of witnessing his loved one die in front of him, coupled with the subsequent insistence of Arthas, finally made Mograine's young son completely disappointed in this prince.

"Leave that aside, Darian, how many men do you have on hand now?"

Shaking his head, Kyris asked.

"There's only one squad... Mograni's territory is far away in the Barnir territory north of Tirisfa, and there is only one temporary villa in Stratholme, and only a few squires are usually left to manage it, and even this small group is only a private soldier, originally used by my eldest brother to protect Olusas!"

Hearing this, Darien seemed to have guessed something, and then said with a wry smile.

"My lord, most of the residents of Stratholme are pure city residents, more than ninety percent of them are attached to the handicraft workshops opened by merchants or nobles, and Qingyue Lake is next to the city, so few city residents are engaged in planting, which is why the big granary in the center is so important!"

"Then take everything you can!"

A scroll appeared in his hand, and Kelrith casually spread it out and wrote a few lines of text on it without a pen, and after taking out his personal seal and stamping it, the half-elf mage casually threw the scroll to Darion in front of him.

"Gather all the merchants and nobles you can muster, and tomorrow morning at half past seven, right here, in my name!"

"Yes, sir!"

Holding the scroll in one hand, Darien saluted with one hand, and Kelreth disappeared in front of him.

"Why was that scumbag kicked back by Marganis!"

Looking at the sky-high fire in the distance, a bald man mocked in a low voice, a slightly old half-body armor and a one-handed sword with an extremely well-maintained blade but a worn hilt in his hand all showed the man's embarrassment, obviously a low-level mercenary posture who had been in Stratholme for many years.

"Yes, but that idiot has definitely been hit hard this time, and has fainted directly in the induction hall, the prince's holy light is really dangerous!"

The middle-aged mercenary who was dressed in the same type and was next to the bald-headed mercenary, holding a two-handed axe on his shoulder, said in a low voice.

"This level of the world... Balzac, your guts are getting smaller!"

The bald mercenary sneered, and after shaking the one-handed sword in his hand, he disappeared in the gloomy gaze of the middle-aged mercenary. But the next moment, the middle-aged mercenary's face changed in vain, his body was very skillful, and he appeared three meters away after a side spin, and when he looked back, where he was standing, the bald soldier who had just disappeared was lying on his stomach, and the upper half of his body was deeply embedded in the ground.

"Oh, there are two of them!"

A faint voice suddenly came from the top of his head, but the middle-aged mercenary turned into an afterimage without looking at his body, and appeared at the end of the alley in the blink of an eye, but at the moment when he was about to rush out of the alley, a figure appeared out of thin air at the mouth of the alley, and raised his leg to kick the middle-aged mercenary's chest accurately, directly kicking him back into the alley.

Fell heavily on the ground, although he was only kicked indifferently, but the middle-aged mercenary felt that the bones of the whole person were scattered, and he couldn't lift up a little strength at all, but fortunately, this body, which was originally just a carrier of possession, naturally didn't need to care about the body's instinct in extreme cases.

However, just as Balzac was controlling the body, which had almost become a puddle of rotten meat, to stand up again, his body was once again smashed directly to the ground by a huge impact, this time completely crushing the body into meat sauce, and there was no possibility of moving.

"Hahaha! I said who it was, it turned out to be you idiot, Balzac, it's been a long time!"

Grabbing out the black smoke and dust that flew out of the corpse beneath him, the figure smiled and raised his hand to himself.

"Mei... Mephistopheles..."

After being caught, the black smoke and dust began to struggle non-stop, until they heard the treacherous smile of the figure, and finally condensed into a demonic face, staring at the human beings close at hand, and said with a pimple.

"Of course it's me! I didn't expect us to be so fateful, you scum came all the way to bring me dinner!"

Mephistopheles said, shoving the black in her hand into her mouth.

"Mephistopheles, you can't eat me, I, I'm already a Nasrezm High Lord!

Before the frightened roar was finished, it stopped abruptly in Mephistopheles' contented chewing, and he raised his head and swallowed a lump of something, Mephistopheles hiccuped and looked to the other side, Kyris was also holding a cloud of black smoke in one hand, but the soul clone of the Dreaddemon King in the hands of the half-elf was obviously in extreme pain and fear, and even showed a hint of collapse.

"Hmph, I'm so happy eating, do you have the information I want!"

Still tormenting the demon soul in his hand, Kelreth suddenly snorted coldly.

"Hey, hey, naturally!"

Mephistopheles wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, he felt more and more jealous of his soul contractor, and even had a trace of imperceptible fear, especially the other party's bloodline talent, which reminded him of a certain terrifying existence in the legend.

"The source of the pollution is indeed Qingshi Town, and the pollution time is three months ago, that is, the stage of the autumn harvest, so not only is there a problem with the food burned by Alsace, but most of the soldiers and civilians in Stratholme should have been polluted a long time ago!"

Pursing her lips and putting away her strange smile, Mephistopheles whispered, especially adding an accent to the words military and civilian.

"Have you found a way to purify?"

His face sank suddenly, and Kelreth threw up the demon soul in his hand, and as soon as he got out of control, the demon soul rushed out desperately, however, just a little movement, a huge mouth of evil flame emerged from the darkness, swallowing it all in one gulp.

"Large-scale holy light bathing, this is the only way! as long as you are contaminated a little, in addition to purifying with holy light, this plague will still spread slowly!" (To be continued.) )