Fires had been lit in many parts of Andorhal to halt the undead creatures' offensive.
Flames that burned fiercely enough could hold back these undead creatures, whose numbers had yet to grow large.
If it had been a vast undead army, the chill emanating from their bodies alone would have gathered enough to suppress the flames, or even extinguish them.
Powerful death knights could put out fires with a wave of their hands.
They could use frost power to freeze an ice bridge across the water, accomplishing the feat of walking on water.
The undead creatures attacking Andorhal now were too few in number, and they had no powerful death knight leading them.
Faced with the fiercely burning defensive line of fire, they could only prowl restlessly around it for a while before scattering to find corpses to gnaw on.
As for the abomination leader that had brought them here to attack, it was doing much the same thing.
The abomination leader's intelligence had indeed been enhanced.
But it barely matched that of a clever beast.
Thus, it had led its followers here to ravage the city purely to fill its belly.
Rebellion or anything of the sort was out of the question!
This also bought time for Andorhal's residents to escape.
Undead creatures were formidable on land.
But they could not swim a stroke.
Leaving by boat from the docks on the city's eastern side was the safest evacuation route.
The raging fires in Andorhal alerted the Kul Tiran warship that had been stationed on Caer Darrow Lake for the past two days, guarding against the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
Judging by the situation inside the city, the Kingdom of Lordaeron's undead creatures had clearly gone out of control.
Through the lookout's account, the captain finally confirmed the situation in