This is eastern Stratholme, a place teeming with demons.
Looking at the castle before him, sensing the Abomination demonic aura emanating from it, and then glancing at the dense swarms of Undead in the distance, Dathrohan didn't hesitate. He immediately gave the order, " Erigor! Angela! Korfax! Take your men and continue clearing the Undead! I'll allocate another thousand soldiers to you! I will lead the most elite Paladin to attack this castle!"
"Commander-in-Chief, I sense an unusual power. The enemies inside this castle are formidable." Archmage Angela unleashed a Frostfire Bolt, wiping out the charging Undead. Her gentle voice rang out, "Let's eliminate the remaining Undead first, then we'll attack the castle together!"
She glanced at Erigor, and the high-ranking commander immediately said, "Commander-in-Chief, Angela is right, this is the safest approach! We shouldn't take the risk!"
"We have no time to waste! If we ignore this castle and go cleanse the Undead, the demons will escape! I can't let demons escape before my eyes!" Dathrohan waved his hand. "Do as I say! That's an order!"
Since it's an order, it cannot be disobeyed.
Erigor sighed and led the main force toward the Market Row and the Festival Lane, where tens of thousands of the Undead still lay.
Only two hundred Paladin remained with Dathrohan.
This is Dathrohan's direct force, each member of which has fought alongside Dathrohan for many years and is extremely loyal to Dathrohan.
"Now, let's attack this castle and destroy every demon we see!" Dathrohan gripped his warhammer tightly. "In the name of the Holy Light!"
Two hundred Paladin —that's a terrifying force, fearless even against tens of thousands of Undead.
But they were not facing Paladin, but demons.
There are Imp that can Fireball and whose bodies are engulfed in abyssal flames; low-level Succubus with seductive abilities, incredibly strong mental powers, and amazing figures; Infernal that are three meters tall and have incredible resilience; Felhound that crave flesh and Arcane energy and can easily drain the mana of a high-level mage; and Felguard that are also three meters tall, muscular, and wielding giant axes or swords!
They may be few in number, but they are very difficult to deal with!
The Paladin ' willpower is strong enough to make them immune to the charms of low-level Succubus. The Shield of the Holy Light they summon are also enough to withstand the fireballs and flames from the Imp, and the threat from Felhound is not great.
But faced with the three-meter-high Infernal composed of scorching flames and hard rocks, the Paladin panicked and were completely unable to withstand it!
It takes at least three well-coordinated Paladin to withstand the attack of a single Infernal, and to successfully turn the tide, that number needs to be at least doubled!
Even more powerful than Infernal is the Felguard!
These Warrior, conscripted from the Mo'arg, are ten times stronger than their fellow engineers. They are the true main force of the Burning Legion, possessing strength far greater than that of the Abomination. With their powerful muscles, their giant axes and greatswords are two meters long, and a single strike from one of them can overwhelm even the Paladin's full plate armor!
A Paladin hastily raised his sword to defend, but a giant axe came crashing down on him. With a muffled groan, the Paladin's sword was cleaved in two, and the giant axe descended from the sky, splitting him in two!
The other Paladin was luckier; his knight's sword blocked the greatsword's slash, but he himself was sent flying five meters away like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into a wall. He had broken countless bones and couldn't get up no matter how hard he tried.
In such narrow passages and rooms, a single Felguard is enough to block an entire path, making it an impregnable fortress.
"I'll deal with it! Heed my command! Form squads of five! Spread out and attack every demon you see!" Dathrohan roared.
He wielded his warhammer, roared, and several Shield of the Holy Light spun around his body.
He Charge like Warrior, then skillfully dodged the Felguard's giant axe. His heavy warhammer slammed into the Felguard's chest, knocking the three-meter-tall Felguard to the ground. Its chest caved in completely, and the dense Holy Light purified the chaotic evil energy. The Felguard was dead!
Human strength is rarely enough to reach this level. Dathrohan's stature is too great, his strength is at least twice that of other Grand Knight, and with the power bestowed by the Holy Light, he was able to do this.
Dathrohan was shrouded in gloom.
He looked at the Felguard at his feet and knew that among the two hundred Paladin, only he was capable of confronting the Felguard head-on; none of the other Paladin could do it!
At this moment, he felt a pang of regret. He should have brought the brothers of the Brotherhood of the Light, or at least the Archmage Angela. In a situation like this, the role of an Archmage far surpasses that of a hundred well-trained Paladin!
Dathrohan looked up, gazing into the deepest part of the castle.
The Holy Light told him that the demonic aura was strongest there, and that the most powerful demons resided there, though he didn't know what level of demons they were or how strong they were.
At this moment, the other Paladin dispersed, leaving only ten of the most elite Paladin with him, including two High-Ranking Paladin in their forties.
That was his adjutant, who had been with him for over ten years!
"Follow me! Let's destroy the deepest evil!" True Champion of the Holy Light never fear. Dathrohan, wielding the Libram of Holiness, hides the purest heart beneath his powerful exterior.
No one could control him, no one could instill fear in him. Even if he were to face the most powerful demon head-on, he would dare to swing his warhammer at it, and die without regret!
Two lieutenants pushed open the heavy door, behind which was a wide main corridor. A dozen fully armed Felguard stood before them. At the end of the main corridor was a large door, leading to the most powerful demon in all of Stratholme.
"Fight for the Holy Light!"
With a shout, Dathrohan charged toward the Felguard.
Two lieutenants followed closely behind, followed by eight mid-ranking Paladin.
Greatswords were wielded, giant axes were swung, war swords clanged, and war hammers whistled through the air.
Paladin fell one by one, and demons died one by one.
"Commander! Leave this to us! Take out the one on the inside! Otherwise, the demons will never end!" an adjutant shouted.
Dathrohan was startled, then glanced at his brothers who were fighting bravely.
He knew that without him, the battle would be unimaginably brutal, and even if they could wipe out all the Felguard, few of them would survive.
Of course, the most likely outcome is that they will all die here!
But the lieutenant was right. More demons were pouring out from the deepest gate. A more powerful demon was summoning its minions from an unknown location. Unless the summoner was eliminated, they would be plunged into an endless battle, and the final result would likely be the death of even more Paladin.
" The Holy Light will protect you! The Silver Hand will remember you! The people of Lordaeron will thank you!" Dathrohan charged toward the deepest part of the passage!
He gripped his warhammer tightly, killed a Felguard blocking his path, and then charged into the innermost room.
The gate behind him slammed shut, and standing before Dathrohan was a Dreadlord, its body covered in wounds and its wings torn.