Eastern Plaguelands's war is still going on. Knights of the Ebon Blade has sent a large number of new generation elite Death Knights they trained during the latent period. They rush into the streets of Scarlet County with countless Ghouls and hatred.
An unexpected reinforcement arrived uninvited, which made the soldiers of Crimson Vanguard confused, because the reinforcement was also Undead.
Dark Queen Sylvanas sent Saurfang and Kol'tira, a pair of good friends, and led a group of elite Death Knight and Wailing Banshees to help out.
Of course, I said it was to help out, but I actually wanted to take this opportunity to recruit more elite members under Lich King.
This time the scale of war immediately tilted. Although the new generation Death Knight of Knights of the Ebon Blade is also at the elite level, it is still far behind the old Death Knight such as Saurfang and Kol'tira.
With the support of the Scarlet Vanguard, the offensive immediately became much faster. The front line has now moved to the entire Scarlet County city and is about to drive Lich King's army out of the city.
As for the Blood Pier, the road has finally been opened.
Bridget*Abendis, who was worried about the treasures that he had squeezed out of his frugal life, immediately ran to the pier to take a look, and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, the damage was not very serious. Apart from a few gargoyle attacks from the air, the few transport ships and warships suffered no serious damage.
There were no casualties among the engineers and shipbuilders. The bloody elites defending here paid a heavy price and completed their mission of guarding.
"Although I hate to say this, please convey my gratitude to Dark Queen for me. Crimson Vanguard owes you a favor."
Bridget looked at Kol'tira, finally nodded and saluted.
"Lich King is the common enemy of World of Azeroth. We Forsaken also have the responsibility to contribute our own strength. Of course, we also ask your troops to cooperate in the next step. We want to liberate those Death Knight who are still controlled by Lich King."
"Extremely happy."
The commanders Bridget and Silver Dawn looked at each other and then nodded in agreement.
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Light's Hope Chapel.
A flood of Undead Scourge suddenly poured out from Plaguewood not far to the north, and immediately surrounded Silver Dawn, the nest backed by the mountains, from three sides.
The leading Death Knights were considered an all-star carnival. Dark High Lord Mograine personally led the team, and his son Darian followed his father. Behind them are the group of veteran Death Knight elites who escaped from Naxxramas back then.
"Soldiers of the Scourge Legion! Servants of darkness! Death Knight of Acherus! Heed the call of High Lord!"
More Ghoulss and skeletons began to emerge from under the dark yellow land full of plague, and the Flesh Giants let out hoarse roars.
"Lich King is watching us, move forward! Wherever we go will be reduced to ashes, leaving only pain and destruction behind us!"
Mograine held the fallen Ashbringer high and rushed towards Light's Hope Chapel at the lead.
Undead Scourge suddenly roared, and then followed his own High Lord to launch Charge.
Silver Dawn has already organized a defense line, but because the troops are too sparse, the entire defense line appears extremely fragile.
Tirion*Fording stood quietly in the center of the defense line, looking at Army of the Dead coming in like a tsunami with a calm expression.
He also raised the war hammer in his hand, "Silver Dawn, prepare to fight!"
On the top of the church, Baron Tyrosos placed the crystal that was not emitting Holy Light, turned over, landed on the ground, and ran over.
"Fording High Lord, the crystal is ready and ready to be opened at your command!"
Tirion nodded, having already established Mental Link with the crystal. At this moment, Paladin thought, and the crystal on the top of the church began to charge and prepare for release.
"Block them for a few minutes, and victory will definitely belong to us!"
The two sides quickly fought hand to hand, with Silver Dawn's elite soldiers facing off against Undead who were ten to twenty times more powerful than themselves, while the top generals faced off against Acherus's elite Death Knight.
Tirion's war hammer and Mograine's Ashbringer collided hard together, bursting out a lot of sparks. Paladin found that his war hammer began to crack.
Mograine also had a hard time. He found to his disbelief that Ashbringer began to resist him, and the feeling of blood connection in the past was leaving him.
"Impossible, Ashbringer is resisting me? No! Obey my orders!"
At this time, there was another Undead's unique roar in the distance. He chopped down a Silver Dawn soldier in front of him with a sword, and Darian looked back.
That's another Army of the Dead, heading towards this Charge quickly.
The leading dwarf... It's that traitor knight Oscar!
"Come on for me! Kill those bastards like Lich King!"
With the reinforcements, the Silver Dawn soldiers were immediately under great pressure, and the dark High Lord Mograine had to detach a part of the elite Death Knight and Undead troops to meet Stratholme's Oscar sent Undead.
The fallen Ashbringer seemed to sense something. The divine sword kept shaking, trying desperately to get out of Mograine's control.
Tirion suddenly took a few steps back with a victorious smile on his face.
"You lost, Mograine, Lich King sent you as cannon fodder, trying to get the heroic spirits sleeping at the bottom of the church, so now... you can feel the anger of countless heroic spirits!"
The crystal on the top of the church suddenly erupted with a violent Holy Light, and then plunged into the ground like water snakes, leaping like lightning.
Countless Paladin heroic spirits emerged from the ground, and finally gathered into a ball of Holy Light as dazzling as the sun.
"Accept your fate of failure, Mograine!"
The huge ball of light exploded violently, turning into a circle of energy that roared out and spread out. The scope was so large that it directly affected half of Eastern Plaguelands.
Death Knights screamed and fell off their horses one after another, kneeling on the ground and wailing in pain.
A certain energy in their spirits was burning fiercely, and that was the commanding whisper of Lich King.
Darian*Mograine The ice blue eyes flickered violently for a few times, and then regained their clarity. The cruelty and desire to kill had disappeared.
He immediately looked at his father. The darkness High Lord was also under the horse at this moment, but he was still desperately resisting Holy Light's purification.
Lich King suddenly appeared. He raised Frostmourne and pointed at Mograine. Suddenly, the power of death poured into High Lord's body, fighting against Holy Light Power.
Darian stood up suddenly, rushed to his father's side, grabbed Ashbringer, which was already unsteady in his father's hand, and struggled violently to get away, and then threw it towards Tirion.
"Tirion!"
Tirion heard Darian shouting, and immediately noticed Ashbringer flying towards him. He immediately jumped and grabbed the divine sword tightly.
Ashbringer burst out with a burst of golden light. When the light dissipated, this fallen sword was purified and became the former sword of Holy Light and the nemesis of Undead.
"Arthas, you have to pay for your crimes!"
Tirion's roar resounded throughout the world.
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