Stormwind God

The undead are most sensitive to the breath of the living.

For the sacred breath of the most restrained undead, it is easy to seriously stimulate the remaining senses of the undead.

More than two thousand blessed weapons, even if only for a short time, have the same effect as the lighthouse in the night.

It doesn't matter where these Paladins came from, but all commanders in the high, middle, and low ranks of the entire Scourge feel that they have been seriously provoked.

In human vision, the eyeballs receive external light-sensing signals, which are transmitted through the nerves into the brain to produce vision.

For most of the middle and low-level undead, because the blood stopped flowing, they had long lost vision. In their senses, one can only 'see' whether the living soul's soul fire is strong and the living body's vague body outline. As for the living beings, it is not within the scope of their poor intelligence.

Either the holy light or the dark powers, in fact, they are all a kind of spiritual and even soul power.

Contrary to the dark breath of corruption, it is the cultivation of the sacred soul of self-denial and self-denial.

Orcs naturally do not have paladins, but the noble will to sacrifice self for the sake of racial reproduction is the same. Just as Anduin broke [Guerzalam] due to the duel with Orgrim that day, it was because the Excalibur judged Orgrim as a noble soul.

At this moment, these determined orcs, holding hammers that had been blessed by the power of the Holy Light after being ordered by Du, were in the eyes of the undead a large number of uncompromising Paladins.

The Paladin must die!

Undead on the front line flocked to the orc's army almost instinctively.

A lich suspended in midair slowly came to the shore, and the cold breath made a thick layer of white frost on the ground around him.

A little purple-blue soul flame was beating in the dark eyes. Beside him was the sea of ​​zombies, and from time to time, the death knight held up a black banner and urged the undead war horse to pass by.

From Lake Rhodmir, the tide was spreading endlessly, an army of undead that had covered the entire land from the shore.

The dreary sky drifted off the season with snowflakes, and the prospect of the battlefield was reflected in the depths of these unemotional icy eyes.

He lifted his chin, which had dried up the flesh, and stretched out a pale, slender fingertip, holding the skull wand in his hand, the glance pointing in the direction of the divine light.

No password required.

Everyone who lives is the enemy of the Scourge.

On both sides, the death knights and lower undead acolytes pressed their boneless palms against their chests. The fire of the purple-blue soul inspired by the power of the demon burned even more,

The hatred of the living, the attachment to destruction, drives their souls.

Like the fallen dominoes, the Scourge commanders bowed their heads, and when they looked up again, there was a blazing pale flame in their eyes.

The roar from the soul level drives the low-lying undead below.

"Destroy those living in the name of the Burning Legion!"

"Long live Kilgaden!"

Along with the roar of the soul, the huge black tide of death, which had been a bit silt on the shores of Lake Rhodemir, began to pour towards the orc army traveling south.

On the north shore of Dalaran City, holding the Frostmourn, the frontline commander Arthas standing at the highest point of the entire Scourge leg raised his head: "What the **** is Les Frost talking about? I want him to attack Da from the east. Laran. "

Les Frost, because of the subtle chaos of the history, Sir Rice, the painful soul that had hung up and sank on the bottom of Lake Keldaron, was rushed out of the lake by Kel'Thuzad, who was seeking the Dark Alliance everywhere. In one fell swoop, he became one of the best students of Kel'Thuzad, one of the core backbones of the cursed sect.

Alsace alone, it is naturally difficult to perfectly control tens of thousands of undead. At the moment of his fall, Kel'Thuzad, who was killed by him last year, was naturally in the same camp as him, and Kel'Thuzad's men were logically promoted to frontline commanders.

Although Les Frost is good, it's only good.

Les Frost, equivalent to Mage Huiyue, faced many Dalaran mages, Arthas obviously felt that Les Frost was not useful.

This self-proclaimed death knight of Lordaeron began to miss Kel'Thuzad a bit!

An assistant with sufficient ingenuity and power.

Arthas looked at the dark Dean Gaddin next to him, and at the dozens of mage towers that continued to shine with magical light on the periphery of Dalaran City, and frowned: "Since Les Frost thinks there Orc is a threat, so let him go. How long is it here to drain Dalaran's magical energy? "

Gaddin estimated: "It will take three more days and will consume at least 300,000 cannon fodder."

Arthas sneered sneerly: "Cannon fodder? Hillsbrad Foothills are full of human settlements, how much cannon fodder is there. Look for it! Well, those orcs seem to be good cannon fodder. Their strong bone Even if you become a skeleton, you will be better than the average skeleton. "

"Observe!" Dean Gaddin bowed deeply and then stepped back.

A few minutes later, more undead rushed to the orcs. Now the orcs are not only trapped by the former army, but even the Chinese army has begun to be surrounded. Unless Thrall and Orgrim are willing to abandon the women and children in the orcs, they can only die!

"The ancestors are up! Where did these bones come from!" Thrall was very depressed, and he had replaced a third hammer. Not only does he lack a weapon at his disposal, he is just a large super soldier who has not yet cultivated the Shamanism at this point in time.

Orgrim was also very hard-pressed, he had to wield the Doomhammer, chasing the death knight running around the mountain and riding the skeleton warhorse.

With the exception of him and a few chiefs, ordinary orcs have little resistance to the death knight.

Perhaps the Warhammer glowing with sacred light on their hands would be more effective. Unfortunately, they are not true Paladins. Before the Flashing Warhammer hits the Death Knight, they must first bear the dark magic attack from the Death Knight.

The only comfort is that these death knights are not too strong. After all, the first death knights that Gul'dan had produced were all warlocks. Playing dark magic was one set after another. Most of these death knights were converted from simple knights, and they were more inclined to physical attacks.

On the southern foot of the Alterac Mountains to the east of Dalaran, several ghostly figures appeared.

Seeing the fierce battle situation from the telescope, Mograine couldn't help sighing: "Or Duke, you can do it." (To be continued.)

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