Even in Stratholme, the members of the Cult of the Damned still kept bringing news from the outside world to his ears. So he immediately recognized the young human not far in front of him as Nicholas Jiang, who had recently caused quite a stir, and the divine sword in his hand as Strom'kar the Warbreaker, the sword of Emperor Thoradin!
He even knew that this young human had personally killed Lord Korth'azz during the Whispering Shore landing!
Before being resurrected as Death Knight, he and Lord Korth'azz were both High-Ranking Paladin, but in private duels, he never won!
That lord was stronger than him in life, and he is likely stronger after death as well. After all, it was Arthas, the second master of all the Undead, who resurrected Lord Korth'azz!
So how could he not be afraid when facing the legendary " Keeper of Humanity," the successor to Emperor Thoradin's will?
Undead, Undead with their own souls and wills, experience fear!
The divine sword danced in his hand, and his Internal Energy flowed through his body. One by one, the Undead fell beside Jiang Jie. The attack of a thousand Ashen Army and three hundred Elf Rangers also wiped out a third of the thousands of Undead, relieving some of the pressure on Jiang Jie.
He could finally ignore the ordinary Undead; now, all he cared about was Baron Rivendare!
Oryx stood beside Jiang Jie, looking at his father who had become an enemy. Several calls went unanswered; there was no human blood left in his body, so what blood ties remained?
There is only one way out!
The battle came and went quickly. When Jiang Jie attacked with all his might, how could Baron Rivendare, who was at the bottom among the great professionals and whose strength was at most equivalent to Sage Messenger of Truth, possibly be a match for Jiang Jie, who was wielding a divine sword?
When the divine sword fell, the Rivendare's Sword, which was two sizes smaller, was completely unable to block it and was sent flying. The enormous force directly crushed the Baron, and his famous Death Horse was also crushed in that instant. The rare mount that had been farmed hundreds of times in the game without success, he had now seen, but could never obtain.
Jiang Jie a slight regret.
Looking at Baron Rivendare collapsed on the ground, Jiang Jie gently shook his head.
He was no longer his match.
Oryx stepped forward, threw away his knight's sword, and picked up the Rivendare's Sword stuck in the ground.
This purple epic two-handed sword with a red hilt and a bright blade is a treasured sword passed down through generations of the Rivendare family. It is also the sword that Baron Rivendare never parted with, and it has beheaded many enemies.
It was once baptized by Holy Light, but now it is tainted by death.
It once bore the glory of Paladin, and now awaits the redemption of the Holy Light.
Oryx prayed silently, and his devotion was answered by the Holy Light. A Holy Light energy beyond his own flowed from his body to his hands, and then from his hands to the sword, purifying it.
"Father, I have come to cleanse you of all your sins, please... rest in peace!" Oryx walked up to Baron Rivendare, held the sword upside down with both hands, and plunged it into his father's chest.
The Holy Light quickly purified Baron Rivendare, and for Oryx, who performed this act, the Holy Light bestowed greater recognition and favor, granting him some Holy Light energy he had never possessed, which remained forever within him.
At this moment, Oryx Rivendare was promoted to High-Ranking Paladin.
Jiang Jie's gaze fell on Fenna, who was not far away.
The fighting there is drawing to a close.
The Ashbringer was far more powerful than him. Ramstein the Gorger and was unable to resist. The Sword of Holy Light that Fenna slashed down easily pierced through it, and the burning Holy Fire burned it to ashes.
The deaths of Baron Rivendare and Ramstein the Gorger were met with cheers, which were exhilarating and morale-boosting.
An hour later, after paying the price of hundreds of corpses, thousands of Undead were wiped out, bringing the total number of Undead they had eliminated to over ten thousand.
Looking at the scattered Undead in the distance, and then at the southwest of Stratholme, Jiang Jie felt a sense of foreboding once again.
"Ten minutes to regroup, take the bodies of our brothers away, and we're going back to the Alonsus Chapel!" Jiang Jie sheathed his divine sword.
Half an hour later, they returned to the Alonsus Chapel.
He ordered all soldiers to rest on the spot and bandage their wounds. Jiang Jie looked westward again, his brows furrowed.
A flash of light, and Angela appeared before him.
" Tichondrius!"
Upon seeing this terrifying and evil-looking Dreadlord, Dathrohan gasped.
He knew who the other person was!
Although he had never met the other party, both Uther the Lightbringer, Highlord Tirion, and Mograine had described him at high-level meetings of the Silver Hand.
Arcanist Doan also clearly told them that, according to the records in the ancient texts of Dalaran, an ordinary Dreadlord is capable of wreaking havoc on a city or even a country, Tichondrius, as the first Dreadlord, must be even more terrifying.
Uther even warned them in an extremely stern tone: if you encounter Tichondrius, you must unite all your strength to fight him, and never face him alone.
Because in all of Lordaeron, apart from Uther, no one is capable of fighting him alone, and often, they don't even have a chance to escape!
A bitter feeling welled up in Dathrohan's heart.
How did I end up encountering this?
Why doesn't the Dreadlord play by the rules?
The Holy Light Allied Forces has three thousand elite soldiers openly attacking Stratholme. Why are you still here? Aren't you afraid? Even you couldn't withstand such a force!
You shouldn't be here at all!
Didn't you go with Arthas to attack the Sunstrider Dynasty?
The Dreadlord are truly the most treacherous and cunning creatures!
" Tichondrius!"
"For the Holy Light!"
Dathrohan let out a mournful cry, no longer to bolster his own morale or to annihilate his opponent. Even though his opponent had been wounded multiple times, he was still no match for him.
This shout is a cry of defiance!
He would do everything in his power, even his life, to severely damage his opponent. He would shout at the top of his lungs to tell the Paladin outside to flee, to call the Brotherhood of the Light, to call Ashbringer, to call Nicholas. Only by uniting could they fight against this first lord of Dreadlord!
However...
"Shut up, you insignificant human!" Tichondrius looked down at Dathrohan as if he were an ant. "This room is shrouded in magical power; your voice cannot carry!"
It won't send!
Dathrohan was filled with immense grief. He knew that his brothers outside probably wouldn't survive, but before that, he had to die first!
" Tichondrius! Behold the power of the Holy Light!" Dathrohan brandished his warhammer and charged forward.