"The Holy Light is above."

Mayor Solomon, who was riding on a horse, looked at the battlefield on the hillside with a telescope in his hand, and the scene of tens of thousands of dead crows falling from the sky was shocking.

It was like a black storm wrapped in wind and snow, and the scattered feathers stained the entire sky in an ominous color, and although the noise of the battlefield could not be heard, the screams of those brave warriors seemed to echo in the old mayor's heart.

"Warriors are buying us time with their lives."

The old mayor gritted his teeth and shouted to the terrified civilians behind him, "Don't stop! Walk! Come on! ”

On the docks of Lakeside Town, all the working boats were gathered, each one was filled with civilians, those who were about to lose their homes carried their weak assets in their arms, some women held their children tightly in their arms, and every man and woman, whose face shone with fear.

On the bridge across the huge waterstop lake in Lakeside Town, some of the miners who had voluntarily broken off are nervously tying the piers with explosives, this stone bridge that took countless manpower and material resources to build, is the only road on both sides of the lake, in order to stop the undead from pursuing, the mayor of the town is determined that once the matter is irreparable, the bridge will be completely blown up.

But even if all the efforts had been exhausted to evacuate the civilians, in this very short time, it was still impossible to get all the people to safety, the docks of Lakeside Town were crowded with civilians waiting to board the boats, and the flow of people on the stone bridge was also surging, and the lack of means of transportation, the civilians could only use their legs to cross the mountain road of the Red Ridge Mountain, and after crossing the mountains, they could only reach the border of the Elwin Forest.

Under normal circumstances, this section of the road takes at least 4-5 hours if you walk on both feet.

In the past, the difficulty of the mountain road may have been just a complaint, but at this moment, it has almost become a desperate situation, and what is even more worrying is that the mayor sent a letter of help to Stormwind when he saw the undead appear, but until now, he has not received a single reply.

Although the chaotic town did not suffer from the direct attack of the undead, as the vanguard of the undead, the invisible fear was about to crush these poor people who were wandering, and there were cries everywhere, some children, some adults, the despair brought by the cries infected too many people, making the crowd silent and sad, and some black-hearted guys took advantage of the chaos to do things that they didn't dare to do on weekdays.

All of this makes the already bad environment even worse.

Mayor Solomon was standing on the docks, his arms were holding two children who had been lost with their parents, and the mayor's eyes were full of worry, either something had happened in Stormwind and he couldn't support Red Ridge Mountain in time, or... Those letters may not have reached the king at all.

"Damn it!"

The old man, who was over half a hundred years old, gritted his teeth and cursed, but at this moment, they had almost no way out except to pray for the holy light.

It's only when there is little hope that you understand why people pray, and ironically, prayers in such desperate situations often don't change the inevitable outcome.

But... But perhaps the omnipresent Light really heard the cries of these desperate believers, and in short, when the human position on the hillside began to gradually rout under the pressure of the Raven and Necromancy, two spaceships suspended in the sky suddenly broke through the space and appeared above Lakeside Town.

They looked very beautiful, as if carved from a huge gemstone, and when flying, the holy magic floated around the crystal, and the swirling magic lines were wrapped around the sides of the ship, and in the desperate crowd, the sudden appearance of the spaceship seemed to symbolize hope in a desperate situation.

There is no one in the entire lakeside town who does not know about these ships, and their appearance represents the arrival of the Draenei.

More than a year ago, when the strange Draenei landed on the other side of the lake, there was a panic, but soon the people knew that they were invited by the king to come as extraterritorial guests, these horned and tailed weirdos, who also believed in the Light, and the Draenei also helped the lakeside town to eradicate the jackals and flooded fishmen of the Red Ridge Mountains several times, and with this mutual help, the Draenei also smoothly integrated into the environment of this frontier.

"Buzz"

Between the golden pillars of light, the prophet Viren, who was holding the staff of the redeemer, strode out of the teleportation pillar, followed by the Privy Counsel of the Cathedral of Light, the Chaldean priest, and many paladins from Stormwind City walked out of the pillar of light below the ship, and under the bishop's command, these paladins quickly carved a large blank area in the chaotic crowd.

"Citizens of Lakeside Town! Stormwind has received your letter for help, and Mr. Prophet and I have come for it! ”

With the help of the mage's amplification magic, the solemn voice of the Chaldean priest was heard throughout the crowd, and he shouted:

"In this time of crisis, our Draenei friends are willing to use their ships to transport you to safety, women, children and the elderly have priority access to the cabin, and adult men are ready for danger!"

"Why!"

An indignant voice rang out in the crowd: "Why let them go first?" We are all the King's people! There shouldn't be such a distinction! ”

"Huh?"

The Chaldean priest's eyes flashed fiercely, he pointed in that direction, and the heavily armed royal guards behind him immediately drew their long swords and walked over menacingly, and the crowd over there dispersed, isolating the guy who had just spoken, it was a little ruffian with an obscene appearance, he looked at the royal guards walking towards him in horror, he shouted something, but the next moment, the sword cut down mercilessly.

The bloodied head rolled to the ground, causing all the disgruntled ones to shut up at once.

"Now! Hurry up, citizens! ”

The Chaldean priest shook his hand, and saw the blood-stained swords in the hands of the cold guards, and the chaotic order was quickly restored, and at the same time as the old and weak boarded the ship, the privy councilor glanced at the old mayor, and the two men walked to the side, and the bishop asked with a serious face:

"Mayor Solomon, how many waves of messengers have you sent?"

"Five! They all rode griffons to ask for help. ”

The old mayor pinched his hat in his hand and said with some uneasiness, "But..."

"That's the problem, Mr. Mayor."

The Privy Counsellor glanced at the battlefield above the hillside, and he whispered, "We have only received one letter, and when the brave messenger arrived in Stormwind, he and his griffons were covered in wounds... The undead are clearly planning to hunt down all the messengers in an attempt to seal the news, and we only learned about the fall of the Overwatch three days ago. ”

"What?"

The old mayor's eyes widened: "Watchcastle also..."

The Chaldean priest drew a religious gesture on his chest, and with a hint of anguish he said:

"The warriors there, all the troops are wiped out, but now is not the time to say this, the prophet Viren also has his own people and supplies to transport, their ship can only take off and land once, and this time it can transport about 80,000 people and enough living materials in the limit state, and the remaining 40,000 people... I need you to take them on foot to the East Valley, where the Kingdom Paladins have set up a defensive line. ”

The Privy Counsellor looked at the old mayor and said in a deep voice:

"The old and weak of Lakeside Town will be sent to North County, and the adult men will be sent there directly, and Donggu will be the last line of defense of the kingdom against the undead, and it can't fall there no matter what!"

"But now we need support too, Lord Bishop!"

Mayor Solomon pointed to the battlefield on the hillside, and he excitedly said to the Chaldeans, "General Gore is there to fight the undead, and they need soldiers!" If the kingdom needs to be defended, it should be in the Red Ridge Mountains, where the warriors shed their blood and sacrificed, instead of giving the land to the undead! We don't need to go back! The Night's Watch is so close here, they can..."

"Listen to me! The Night's Watch can't help! ”

Chaldeans accentuated his tone, interrupting the old mayor's rebuttal, and the Privy Council's fingers brushed against the purple jeweled ceremonial dagger at his waist, and a glimmer of light danced on the tips of his fingers, calming the bishop, and he took a deep breath and explained:

"The undead have also appeared in the Twilight Forest, Mr. Solomon, the Night's Watch and Duke Aberlock are facing no more optimistic situation than you, and the undead legion from Raven Ridge is now besieging Nighttown! Why do you think the Draenei ship can only take off and land here once? ”

"Because after saving Lakeside Town, we still have to save Nightside Town!"

The Privy Councillor's tone was filled with a hidden anger and unwillingness, and he stretched out his hands and placed them on the shoulders of Mayor Solomon:

"Those bastards can attack the Elwin Forest directly from the Twilight Forest and threaten Stormwind! And the rebellion of the Wild West... It's no accident that these disasters happen at the same time, think about it with your head... The undead have built a net before we know it, and if we don't unite at this time, we will soon be strangled alive! ”

"Got it? Mr. Solomon, there is no point in holding on to Red Ridge Mountain! You are very unwilling, and so am I! No one wants to give up their land like that! But now, we must withdraw our fingers, clench them into fists, and punch the undead in the head as they soar! ”

"I... I understand. ”

Mayor Solomon gritted his teeth and put his shabby hat on his head, and without saying a word, he turned away without saying a word, and looked at the rickety back, and the Privy Counsellor sighed.

At this time, a hoarse voice sounded in his ears:

"What's wrong? My little cutie, I feel the sadness in your heart, are you saddened by the loss of your compatriots? ”

The voice had a strange tone, and anyone who heard it would associate it with the flowing darkness, but the Chaldean priest seemed to be accustomed to the voice, and he shook his head and said to himself:

"Yes, ma'am, I feel grieved for the soldiers who fought for it, when we had hope... Abandoned them. ”

"It's boring!"

The voice mocked the weakness of the Chaldeans softly:

"The last poor host was so hopeless that he could only be killed, but you are different, Chaldeans, we can do something great, I said, I will be temporary... Help you, provided that you have to be like the King of the Blades, throwing away meaningless feelings, but he's a coward... Hehe, he didn't dare to use me, maybe because he knew the price of failure. ”

The Privy Councillor's eyes were in a trance, he subconsciously clenched the purple crystal dagger on his waist, and he said in a deep voice:

"I'm not like him!"

"Very well, that's what I want to see, and lo and behold, this soul in front of you is full of anger! Solomon, he's going to be a good target and a good boost! Anger and remorse will consume him, and before he is devoured, let him be used for you. ”

The voice silently dissipated, and at the last moment a fleeting shadow seemed to kiss Chaldea on the forehead:

"Also, my little cutie... Call me, sister. ”

"Chaldean priest!"

The Prophet's gentle voice sounded behind the bishop, awakening Chaldeans, and when he turned around, he saw the Prophet looking at him with a puzzled look:

"Who were you talking to?"

"This sanctimonious guy betrayed his world and his fellow citizens, and sooner or later he will die... It's just a matter of who killed him. ”

The voice sounded again in the ears of the Chaldeans, but the Privy Councillor, as if he had not heard it, said to the Prophet with compassion:

"I'm praying for the warriors who died in battle... Mr. Prophet, do you need my help? ”

Viren sensed that the Chaldean priest in front of him might be hiding something, but at this moment, the Prophet did not think about it, he looked back at the position on the hillside, and said to the bishop:

"I need you to help me set up a Light Purification Barrier to ensure that the undead don't break through until your people leave... And, how much some soldiers were saved. ”

Ten minutes later, at the same time as the two ships soared into the sky, a barrier of scorching holy light that enveloped the entrance of the entire lakeside town stood under the hillside, almost completely enveloping the entire town and the small half of the battlefield above, and the undead who came into contact with the barrier were quickly burned to ashes, and the voice of the Chaldean priest also sounded between the mountains in front of him:

"Warriors of the kingdom, return! The Light will protect you! ”

"The Holy Land is standing here! Death wicked, this is not the place for you! Retreat! ”