Born to die, this experience seems to be impossible for me to remember all at once. And for a moment I even thought that all of a sudden it seemed that those experiences had suddenly become less dangerous, at least far worse than they were now.

The army of the undead was not in a hurry to charge, they were coming slowly towards our hill from two directions, and I was thinking in my heart...... What are the chances of survival if they run back into the woods now, and when they get a little bit further down the hill I wonder how I'm going to survive if I run away now, until when they're less than five hundred meters away from us, I wonder if they're going to die here like this.

They're finally coming up, and they're coming within range of our bows.

I glanced back at the mountain behind me, and we might have choked on even the thousands of troops coming to support the Hearthvale in the distance. Can we support the people who support us? Even if they show up now...... How long can we hold on?

I don't know if it was because my hand slipped when I drew the bow or because my fingers didn't listen to me because of fear, but when the first arrow flew into the sky, all the bows and arrows began to fire in a volley.

There was no one to command, and the archers' movements were so uniform at this time, and the sound of each bowstring rebounding accompanied by the sight of arrows rising into the air was indeed quite shocking, but don't look down, just look at the sky. Because when you follow the trajectory of the arrows and see the tide of the undead below, what you feel is not only shocked, but finished, really finished! And when you happen to find that the arrow has fallen but it has not been shot down in pieces, the feeling of despair will be like a sledgehammer slamming into your heart.

Looking at the crowd of corpses below, I was also one of them, and there were thousands of troops behind me back then. It's just that I can't remember what I thought in my heart when I faced those guys who tried to resist us. Could the Death Knight who led them attack at this time have the same thoughts as I did back then?

I was looking for the commander of the army, and somehow I had the idea of taking the head of the army among the hosts.

What if? If the boss dies, will they fall in an instant like felled sorghum? Or are you still attacking and waiting for a new commander to take them away?

Ah, I'm thinking too much, time is so fast and so slow. I want it to slow down, and even if it's a torment to wait now, I don't want to face the tear up that is coming. I wanted it to be faster, and when I closed my eyes and opened them, it was all gone.

But this is not a dream, I feel it so really, not fast for a second, not slow for a second.

They have killed, many of them have arrows stuck in their bodies, and they are telling us by their actions that they are immortal, that they are invincible.

"Meet the enemy!" At this time, we must not be discouraged, the bird has no head, and what our soldiers need at this time is a leader, someone who can direct us, inspire us, give us a glimmer of hope, or someone who can lead the soldiers to tell them what to do. I can feel this feeling, this atmosphere at this moment, I can clearly feel it.

Paladins were once used as sharp weapons on the battlefield, and the light emitted from them was like a torch in the darkness, a lighthouse in the sea, a pioneer in leading the charge, and a sharp knife into the enemy's ranks. They always make their soldiers feel like they're going to win before they even start a battle, and they feel invincible when they charge with them. But now...... Not only are there not so many paladins left, but there are not many people in this group who can emit holy light.

In fact, I also know that those who dare to light up the holy light at this time are absolute warriors, absolutely. For this man is undoubtedly telling the undead...... I'm here, hit me first.

What is a warrior, this is a warrior, when those few men stood in front of the formation and illuminated their light with their angry cries to the people around them, they also did their best to inspire their companions beside them.

The weapons in our hands slashed at the heads of the undead.

I don't know how to describe the scene at this time, no amount of blood splattered or wailing to the sky can express the tragedy of this time. They rushed into our lines, they broke through our lines, and our equipment and men were no match for it in the face of a great abomination. And in front were the undead soldiers, and when they pounced on them to attract the attention of the front row, the abomination that rushed up from behind was almost invincible.

I thought I could help them take some of the pressure off and at least kill a few of the Abominations, but I was wrong, they rushed over and pounced, and then we were either surrounded or huddled together. Good brothers back to back, the first thing we have to do at this time is back to back. The sword cut down from the front may not be able to hold up, let alone the back.

Fighting and retreating, this is no way. If you don't retreat, you will be more completely copied and then surrounded and annihilated. By the time we retreated behind the wall they had built, which was not very tall and had already collapsed, the battle was almost over.

We were defeated, and it was only a matter of time before we died in battle, and I only lived a little longer than my comrades who had already died in battle. I smashed a hammer at an undead who raised a butcher's knife towards Darian, and another smashed the head of another undead, but there were too many to kill, and the most terrible thing was that our brothers who had just fallen stood up again.

"Retreat around the Sanctuary!" Tyrosus shouted. "Don't be separated! Protect your brothers! His cry was so weak at this point.

We're still divided. We can't bring everyone together. When I saw that we were separated from the Tyrosos gang, I was terrified like never before, we were finished!

Tirio fought his way through the bloody path with a hammer in his hand, and I couldn't help but feel hot at his old face and blood-stained white beard.

He didn't say anything, he didn't have time to say anything, and the overwhelming battle squeezed almost all of our attention. But that look was enough, I knew what he thought, and I felt satisfied to be with them at this time.

Suddenly I saw a figure, a familiar figure. I thought I was wrong, or just someone who imitated him. But when he saw that I was looking at him, he immediately reached out and pointed at me. I chuckled in my heart, it can't be such a coincidence!

Kol Solgaard!

By this time, the army of the undead had surrounded us, and we could not kill Tyrossos, and they would never be able to join us. But at this moment the undead stopped attacking, and the tall figure was suspended in mid-air, how could I forget the skeleton and the exaggerated shape? There was a cold, cold air and blue glow in the cracks of the bones, and it was really rare for a lich to do that.

"We've finally met, Mr. Bill." He opened his mandible, which was no longer a shred of flesh. The gloomy and hoarse voice emanated from the mouth that radiated cold air and blue light.

I looked at him in shock, and Tirio reached out to try to keep me out, and I grabbed Tirio's wrist and looked at him. Tirio looked at me a little confused, and I just glanced at him faintly and then turned to the skeleton.

"I didn't expect to see you here." I say. "Kel'thugad!"

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to be here." He said, "I thought it was ...... You're going to have to run away. ”

"He's Kel'thugad!" Darian screamed and was about to step forward, but I reached out and stopped him.

Darien...... Ah, little one. Kel'thugad laughed dryly: "I'll talk to you, but...... I'd like to start with my ...... Friend, my ...... Friends! ”

"Aren't you in Naxxramas?" I asked.

"Naxxramas? Ha! I was there last time you guys went. He said.

I glared at him, and he tilted his head: "Poor Mr. Bill seems to have a new problem. ”

"I guess...... He must have been thinking...... Why did you go to Naxxramas at that time...... Master Kel'thugad didn't do anything to us...... Am I right? Mr. Bill. His voice didn't seem hoarse, but I could hear it very clearly.

"Why!" I asked.

"Because I want to see how you guys died, and ...... Their father-son affection is deep or father-son cannibalism, such a wonderful ethical drama is not easy to see. He said it quite jokingly.

"What did you do to my father!" Darien shouted.

Kel'thugad just snorted, "Mr. Bill, what am I here for...... One is to bulldoze this so-called temple, and the other is to make new subordinates. ”

He didn't wait for me to take advantage of the stubble, but said directly: "You killed my four favorite generals, and one of them has been completely even a puppet, is there a chance to be a puppet, because of his ...... Soul...... You took me away. ”

He didn't have to name me, I knew it was Mograine, and Darien couldn't hold it back, and he shouted, "You're keeping my father's soul from resting, aren't you?" ”

"Mograini is a strong ...... Warrior, he is said to be a paladin, but under me he can only be considered a knight or a warrior, and he is only a knight after I give him life. "But this fellow's will is not as tenacious as I thought, and I thought I would go back and forth with the Light-believing man over and over who could defeat whom...... But...... Your father, Alexandros Mograini, was not what I thought he was...... Firmness. He snorted disdainfully.

When I heard this, I was not surprised, but ...... An indescribable sadness.

"You took his soul." He said and pointed to Darien, "You...... Child, you took his soul...... part. As he spoke, he opened his left hand, and a blue flame burned in his palm, and the blue flame seemed to have a hint of red. The other part is still with me. He laughs.