"Please give me the power of the Light" Tirio raised the Ember Bringer in his hand again, and an endless burst of light erupted, lighting up the place surrounded by blood mist.

"You will bring us light." "We believe in you." "Let the Scourge receive the punishment they deserve." ……

The souls of the Ember Bringer whispered, and the undead who had been purified by Tirio not only did not hold a grudge against the old paladin, but instead thanked him strangely for freeing them from the Lich King's control. Some of their souls are attached to this weapon, some are transformed into heroic spirits to protect Tirio, and now, they send Tirio Fording their highest blessings.

The energy of the soul is not to be underestimated, and the holy light energy generated by the second condensation of the soul energy is so large that Patrick is sideways.

The entire valley seemed to be lit up, with Tirio as the center, radiating holy light outward.

Feeling the fluctuation of energy, Patrick sighed, "I'm afraid this is the highest level of divine wrath. ”

As long as they are irradiated by the holy light, whether it is the alliance or the tribe, whether it is a human or an orc, the wounds on their bodies heal quickly, and those coalition soldiers who have lost their combat effectiveness and fall to the ground, and do not know whether they are alive or dead, pick up their weapons again and stand up, and the plague blood mist in the air will be immediately dispersed after being touched by the holy light, and those plagues have nowhere to stay under the light of the holy light.

The coalition forces are triumphant, but the natural disaster is in great danger. The plague unleashed by Nao Zu is being dispelled by the holy light of Old Ferdin, and from the outbreak of Old Ferding to the present, countless undead have turned into a blood mist, but it still hasn't eroded the coalition forces again. And those ordinary natural disasters that were irradiated by the divine wrath immediately ignited flames on their bodies, which were lightened and purified, and even the Lich King himself was illuminated by the holy light and emitted green smoke.

"You ...... You waited for me. With a cruel word, the power of Frost's grief erupted, and in front of Nao Zu, a wall of ice and bones appeared in front of everyone.

And Tirio's divine wrath was over, and a large amount of holy light was blocked by Naozu's cold bone wall, without causing much substantial damage to Naozu.

"Kael'thas and Illidan." Patrick yelled at the two. And Patrick himself, like a source of magical power, radiates arcane energy outward, and with the urging of the dissociation energy rune, the arcane energy is guided to dissociate the ice wall.

And Kael'thas and Illidan instantly understood, and they didn't want Neozu to run away like this. Kael'thas spews fire at the ice wall, while Kael'thas himself summons a firestorm directly at the ice wall. The evil energy on Illidan's body flowed, and the body of the great demon suddenly appeared, and the energy ball that condensed the evil energy flew out directly, hitting the cold ice corpse bone wall.

The violent explosion blew the ice wall open, but Naozu was seen slowly walking into Angasa's back with Farrick and Marvion, and Sindagossa also led the remaining Ice Dragon Legion and other troops to evacuate. When all the death knights evacuated, the gates of Angasa closed without hesitation, and as for those ordinary zombies, stitching monsters, and ghouls, no one cared about their lives or deaths.

"Don't chase after the poor." Illidan was still not satisfied and wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by Patrick, and Kael'thas was also eager to try

"The current natural disaster is already a battle of trapped beasts, and we are not in a hurry."

"One day, I'll kill you myself." After hearing Patrick's words, Illidan and Kael'thas dismissed the idea of pursuit.

"We've won." "We've won." "For the Union." "For the Tribe." "Blood and thunder." ……

As the remnants of the natural disaster were wiped out, the earth-shattering cheers rang out, and everyone had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

The appearance of the undead natural disaster caused the most powerful kingdom of Lordaeron on the continent at that time to be destroyed, the total population of the human race was sharply reduced by at least three layers, and the city was destroyed, the arable land was polluted, and the food production was almost pulled to a thousand years ago, this is not counting the other effects brought by the natural disaster legion, but the most direct destruction.

The remnants of Lordaeron, and the council faction that survived Quel'Thalas, screamed, even wept, how many years the Silver Hand had survived in the Plaguelands, how much the Scarlet Crusaders had endured in the Plaguelands with only one Hearthvale and the city of New Faaron, knowing how much they had once been the richest and most powerful human kingdom in Azeroth.

The same is true for the High Elves who have experienced the pain of a natural invasion. If it weren't for the invasion of Arthas, which woke them up from their dream life, where would there be so many High Elves studying arcane, researching armaments, and developing tactics. You don't have to worry about food and clothing in Quel'Thalas, you just need to think about how to do what you do and make friends with people every day, and there will be no whole High Elf working together to make your own efforts for the development of Quel'Thalas.

"Your Majesty, we have won, and the destruction of the Scourge is just around the corner." As the general of the Vanguard Army, the Salorian-Morning Seeker held his weapon aloft with tears in his eyes. He lost too much in the battle of the Sunwell, and although he did not die, the trajectory of Salorian's life was only hatred, the will to avenge Anastarian.

Each race put aside their prejudices at this moment, the humans did not reject the orcs, the Night Elves did not hostile the trolls, and all enjoyed this hard-won victory together.

As the enthusiasm cooled, the various clans were also preparing for the next work, Angasa must be defended here, and the Scourge Legion must not be allowed to enter the Dragonbone Wilderness from Angasa at will, and the Forsaken and the Black-Bladed Knights are still resisting the attack of the psychic master Antivok behind their backs, and after a short cheer, the troops began to clean up the battlefield.

And this valley passage of Angasa, the gate of damnation, must establish a defensive camp in order to slowly march into the interior of the icecrown glacier.

Back in the Great Tent, there was no news from Rotander Gili and Darien, and there was no movement of enemy troops in the rear, indicating that the Forsaken and the Knights of the Black Blade had successfully blocked Antivoc.

All the leaders of the Alliance, the Horde, the Covenant and so on are back together, and at the same time, they also send people out to recall the Forsaken and the Ebon Knights, and the next thing, every leader of the Alliance and the Horde swears that as long as they sweep away the enemies in the surrounding area of the entire Dragonbone Wilderness, and then use the power of the whole continent to completely eliminate the Scourge Legion, this Northern Expedition will be completed.

Among them, the happiest should be the Silver Hand Knights led by Old Ferdin. This was the first time they saw the hope of defeat in a natural disaster, the hope of victory and successful revenge of the Northern Expedition.

At the very least, the Lich King and his Scourge are no longer too powerful to be defeated.

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