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Stratholme was once a very prosperous city.

But with the advent of the Scourge, all living things have disappeared.

The innocent residents living here have all become dark servants driven by the Undead spell.

The dark, gloomy sky~shrouds the earth.

The evil whispers of the undead float in the air.

There is no light here anymore, and the earth has been corroded.

The once glorious buildings have become ruins, covered by twisted undead runes.

Stratholme is a taboo place for the living.

Any military action that attempts to retake this place has failed.

And today, this place will return to the hands of humans.

Accompanied by the strong wind stirring the ashes and dust in the air.

The huge. The metal warship etched with the star map symbol broke through the seemingly crumbling clouds from high in the sky.

The bright sunshine shines through the clouds.

With the help of the warship, the golden sunlight penetrates the rolling clouds to form a penetrating beam of light, like petals falling from heaven.

Beyond the petals is a dark night-like world shrouded in the haze of the undead.

The dark and gloomy Stratholme once again welcomes the light.

Zombies, abominations, gargoyles and many other undead soldiers all look up.

There is confusion and helplessness in the rotten eyes.

The appearance of the metal warship makes these long-dead and resurrected creatures feel a little overwhelmed.

The former paladin, now the death knight, Baron Rivendell, sitting on his undead bone horse, also looked up at the sky.

There is also a hint of confusion in the eyes burning with the flames of witchcraft.

As a high-level undead under Arthas, he still retains wisdom.

As a capable general who assisted Arthas in razing the homeland of the high elves.

Baron Rivendell was arranged to stay in Stratholme to control the undead in this area and complete the extermination of the surviving people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

The appearance of the metal warship made him a little confused.

Is it the goblins?

Have they mastered such terrifying technology? ?

"Get all the troops ready, we seem to have enemies." Baron Rivendell gave orders to the lich and necromancer next to him.

But before the order was conveyed.

A feeling of palpitations emerged from the bottom of my heart.

The suspended giant metal warship, accompanied by a huge humming sound, the air also rippled slightly.

Accompanied by ripples.

A beam of light piercing the sky fell from the metal warship.

It was so bright that it could be seen clearly within a radius of hundreds of miles.

The dark land of the dead became dazzling.

The survivors living in various parts of the broken kingdom of Lordaeron saw the light coming on.

It was like a ray of hope in endless despair.

The light column fell to the ground, raising countlessExplosion.

Instantly, the mountains and rivers collapsed, and the ruins fell into the sea of ​​fire.

Baron Rivendell's eyes, burning with witchcraft flames, showed a trace of fear.

What kind of power is this, bringing the whole world into destruction so easily.

But before he could do anything, he was swallowed by the endless sea of ​​fire.

With the wrath of thunder, the ruined city of Stratholme burned fiercely.

The terrible high temperature ignited everything, and the dim world formed a huge fire storm that swept everything.

The whole city turned into scorched earth.

The rock layers of the buildings full of blasphemous runes peeled off, and countless undead were swallowed by the sea of ​​fire, turning into ashes in a moment.

The scorching burning wind swept every corner, bringing the deadly raging tide that burned everything to the dead who were enslaved by the Lich King.

The sky-high pillars of fire danced wildly in the deadly firestorm.

Nothing could escape.

Whether flesh, rock or metal, they all melted and flowed in the unimaginable high temperature.

The buildings of Stratholme collapsed and overturned, and the former residents turned into dust and drifted in the wind.

The destructive storm swept Stratholme mercilessly. Until everything that could burn in the city was burned out.

Sk stood on the battleship, overlooking the flames of Stratholme gradually disappearing.

There was shock and relief in his eyes.

The power of the empire was so terrifying that he could not imagine what kind of enemy could resist them.

Perhaps, anyone who tried to resist would be ruthlessly crushed.

The relief was that the human counterattack would sound the horn.

The end of the undead scourge will begin from now on.

Dorne did not deceive him and indeed gave him a terrible weapon that could easily destroy all enemies.

The sea of ​​fire receded.

Sk and a group of soldiers used the spaceship's teleportation device to send themselves to the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of burning flames.

The oxygen was consumed too much and the air became thin.

If they had not all been transformed by the Empire, they would have had difficulty breathing.

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The soldiers scattered around and checked Stratholme, which had been reduced to ashes.

Sk felt something in his heart and strode forward. Finally, he found the dying death knight, Baron Rivendell, in a deep pit.

At this time, the death knight was on the verge of breaking.

Even if he used all his strength, it would be difficult to resist the power that was enough to destroy the world just now.

"Baron!" As a fellow Paladin, Sc naturally knew Baron Rivendell.

Baron Rivendell obviously found Sc's image in his memory.

"How can you have such power!!" Baron Rivendell's tone was full of despair.

How could such a terrifying power be in the hands of a paladin like Sk.

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With such power, I am afraid that the entire Scourge will be pressed to the ground.

Instead of answering his interest, Sk raised the hammer surrounded by thunder and holy light.

"I grant mercy in the name of the leader."

Sk whispered.

He gave mercy to the enslaved in the name of a person he had never met.

Rivendell wanted to say something, but was directly shattered by the falling hammer, and even his soul was completely annihilated.

Putting away the hammer, Sk ordered people to continue searching for the undead who had escaped by chance, and not to let any of them go.

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Stratholme was recaptured.

This means that the undead in northern Lordaeron are choked.

When the first surviving team risked their lives to come and check, they found that Sker and others had launched a counterattack.

Seeing hope, the survivors set out from all over the place, overcoming many difficulties and rushing to them.

Women and children were arranged to live in the metal city.

Men and women of appropriate age were armed, holding weapons, and launched a counterattack against the Undead Army with a vengeful anger.

With the guidance and assistance of Dorn and others.

The army led by Sker was invincible and swept across the entire Lordaeron.

Recovering Daeron County, the army headed straight for Lordaeron, the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

On the ruins of Daeron County, Sker gave a speech to boost the morale of the soldiers and prepare to recapture Lordaeron in one go.

A crow circled around the crowd cheering for victory, and then fell and turned into a mysterious man holding a magic wand and wearing a hooded robe.

"Chosen warrior, this world needs your help." Beggar.