The army of the undead is expanding all the time.

The dead creatures are resurrected and become part of this army.

The dreadlord, with the order of Arthas, encircles the people of Lordaeron who once loved and worshipped him.

The once glorious city has become a ruin.

The peaceful village has become an empty ghost village.

The land of Lordaeron is full of victims of the plague.

It only takes a simple mental command to make these corpses follow like loyal dogs.

The undead army does not need logistics.

They never know how to get tired of following the orders of the Lich King to kill any living thing.

Zombies created by the plague, abominations sewn with limbs, and fallen ghosts.

The resurrected undead knights, the banshees and liches transformed from the corpses of high elves.

There are also giant spiders with terrible appearances.

Countless undead were driven to pounce on every living creature frantically, sweeping across kingdoms and worlds.

The Dreadlord looked at the simple town, his eyes burning with fel flames showing mockery and teasing.

What a foolish human being, thinking that this simple defense alone could resist this terrifying wave of undead.

Now, he wants to let these humans know the horror of the Burning Legion.

Sk stared at the Dreadlord, an enemy he could not defeat.

The opponent's powerful fel energy was enough to easily block his holy light.

The most terrifying thing is that in addition to the Dreadlord, there are endless undead.

The gargoyle's wings were waving in the sky, and its long fangs were wearing a twisted smile that was eager for human blood.

Those huge giant spiders were a bit similar to the legendary extinct Kira Zerg.

Those zombies, covered with scars and flowing with disgusting saliva and pus, followed step by step, making roars of longing for fresh flesh and blood.

Endless mosquitoes and flies crouched on these undead, making buzzing sounds.

They penetrated everywhere, spreading terrible plague.

Destroy the defense line from the subtleties.

Faced with such a legion, the defenders who had not had a full meal for a long time could not hold on for too long.

They were finished, completely finished.

"We will be buried here." Sk said in a heavy tone, looking at his companions.

"May my soul return to the Holy Light."

A paladin whispered.

"I am also fearless々ˇ ."

Another paladin picked up the long sword in his hand, and a faint golden light covered him.

The Holy Light protected him.

Sk looked around, nodded, and shouted, "Everyone, get to your battle positions, quick."

The thin-looking men and women, holding weapons, walked into their positions according to the original arrangement.

The preparation time was not long.

The undead army rushed over at a very fast speed.

After a while,You can see those ugly pioneers.

A huge abomination with three hands holding giant weapons.

Following closely, the zombies roared.

The gargoyles emitted harsh sound waves and hovered in the sky.

Countless flies and mosquitoes took off into the air and swarmed towards the city wall.

Sk held the hammer in his hand and raised it suddenly, and the majestic power of the Holy Light burst out from his body.

"In the name of the Holy Light, kill, repel them."

"Kill."

All the soldiers were shouting, using this futile way to increase their courage.

Allowing them to ignore the impending failure.

The undead scourge is unstoppable.

Everyone understands this.

Their obstruction is meaningless, except to prove their last pitiful and useless courage.

Sk swung the hammer.

With the blessing of the Holy Light, he fought like a tireless magic puppet.

There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and his muscles were squeezing out their last potential.

He swung his warhammer, and the Holy Light burst out, killing the undead that rushed towards him one after another.

The huge abomination was smashed to pieces by him, and the malicious ghosts died in the Holy Light.

The zombies' heads were crushed by his bare hands.

The rotten black blood and rotten meat soon covered his scarred body.

Sk roared and fought with all his might.

In the name of the Holy Light, in the name of those innocent people, he would never surrender.

The warhammer swung, and a row of enemies fell.

The abomination's head was smashed by him like a watermelon.

More enemies rushed up, Sk's eyes were bloodshot, he roared hoarsely, and rushed forward again.

Unfortunately, everything was in vain.

The Dreadlord saw Sk, a fearless paladin, and his eyes showed interest.

Noble souls are definitely the best playthings.

Destroying these souls bit by bit is a rare interest of the devil.

The undead made way for a place.

Sk panted, looking at the Dreadlord who was coming over, his eyes were full of anger.

"It's really interesting." The Dreadlord said with a mocking tone, "Unfortunately, your battle will end here."

"My death will be after you, monster." Sk swallowed the blood in his throat and held the weapon in his hand more tightly. "In the name of Holy Light, you will be expelled from our homeland."

"That day will never come." The Dreadlord laughed, "This world will be ruled by the Burning Legion forever."

"Go to hell, monster, remember, humans will never surrender." Sk roared, and the Holy Light Hammer was glowing, brilliantly.

Sk had sworn to protect this country and guard those innocent and kind people.

He knew he would be killed by the Dreadlord.

But he would not regret it.

OnlyThere was only one thing that made him feel guilty.

After all, he failed to protect the refugees.

Sc used his roar to draw out all his strength.

He became the incarnation of holy light.

The bright light made him like the sun.

The fear magic swung the blade full of fel energy.

The two weapons collided, and the war hammer shattered at the moment of impact.

The Dreadlord easily knocked him to the ground and stepped on his head.

".ˇ The power of humans is always so weak."

Sc was constantly vomiting blood when being stepped on by the opponent, but he still wanted to get rid of the opponent and stand up again.

The Dreadlord looked at the paladin who was still struggling and refusing to accept his fate, and his twisted face showed a malicious smile.

The fel energy blade in his hand was raised high.

Everything will end.

At the moment when all the defenders were desperate.

The falling fel blade was tightly grasped by a hand covered with yellow armor.

The hand was extremely broad and held the blade tightly, preventing it from falling.

"Perhaps you should find another opponent, so that you will know whether humans are really weak."

A steady voice came.

The face of the Dreadlord showed a trace of fear.

Looking at the tall human in front of him, the Dreadlord felt a fear and despair from the bottom of his heart.

Sk was able to escape from the opponent's feet. Looking at the stranger wearing golden armor, Sk's eyes were full of confusion and disbelief.

The fel blade that killed countless powerful paladins was easily blocked by the opponent (Li Hao).

Without the mental control of the Dreadlord, the entire battlefield was strangely silent for a short time.

Dorn stared at the Dreadlord with his eyes and exerted a little force with his palm.

The indestructible fel blade shattered in his hand and turned into countless fragments.

The crisp sound resounded throughout the battlefield, leaving all the necromancers dumbfounded.

Since someone can crush the fel blade of the Lord Demon! !

"Who are you?" The tone of the Dreadlord was filled with fear and uneasiness.

The person in front of him made him feel the oppression of an endless mountain.

"The executor who follows the glory of the leader of the empire, the supreme commander of the Imperial Fist, the division head of the Holy Crusade, Rogal Dorn. Some people also call me the Imperial Iron Fist that crushes everything, and the stubborn stone that doesn't know how to adapt."

Dorn glared at the Dreadlord in front of him, "I am also the enlightener who tells you whether humans are weak."

Before the Dreadlord could react, he was grabbed by the throat and wings.

"What are you going to do......!"

Before he could finish his words, the whole battlefield was filled with the desperate screams of the Dreadlord.

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