The Eastern Plaguelands, where the wind is always accompanied by a foul smell, and the smell of carrion in the air seems to be with the Plaguelands for eternity, since the last successful raid on Stratholme, the natural disaster activities in the Eastern Plaguelands have decreased a lot, and now, with the efforts of Sir Tirio, the Silver Dawn and the Scarlet Crusaders have reunited to form the Knights of the Silver Hand again, becoming the largest force against natural disasters in the Eastern Plaguelands.

But now, according to the information of the killer Rohan, the scourge of the Eastern Plaguelands has begun to move regularly, and there are signs that Naxxramas has regained control of the undead in the Eastern Plaguelands.

"Something doesn't seem right tonight." Hunter Leoped looked at the terrifyingly quiet scenery in the distance, as a top hunter, Leopud sensed that something was wrong, although the plague land has been completely polluted, but there are still some wild creatures more or less, most of those plague bats, plague maggots, and plague dogs will take advantage of the night to hunt, as quiet as now, it is definitely a problem.

"Do you want to alert the guards to an enemy attack?" Leopud was still wrestling in his heart. The surroundings are so quiet, if after a few reminders, the Scourge Legion is still calm, but it will make the guards relax.

"It's not like you," Mataus's voice came from behind, "a good hunter who never hesitates. ”

Hearing this, Leopud smiled, and the angry man was enlightening himself: "Thank you." ”

"Did you find anything?" Mataus stood next to Leopud and looked into the distance. Although he didn't see anything in the distance, as a ** master, Mataus had been perceiving subtle fluctuations in undead magic recently, which was both a common thing and an extremely unusual thing in the Eastern Plaguelands.

Unusual is that since the Battle of Stratholme, the Scourge Legion has not had regular activities for a long time, and only let the brainless undead wander by instinct.

"It's so quiet, it's a little too quiet. The beasts in the forest have been polluted by the plague and become extremely bloodthirsty, but there is one thing that cannot be changed, that is, the instinct of the beasts to seek good fortune and avoid evil. Leopud glanced at Mataus: "Unless there is danger, those plague dogs and other wild beasts will come out to hunt at night, and the entire area around the Holy Light Wish Chapel will definitely not be very quiet." ”

"What's that?" Mataus clearly sensed something, and rows of undead began to appear in the distance, staggering towards the chapel: "Inform everyone. ”

A magical salute burst into the sky, and in a flash of light, there were withered faces eager for the flesh and blood of the living, and a large number of undead natural disasters were in full swing towards the Chapel of the Wish of Light.

And above the Cowlin intersection, Naxxramas, who was supposed to be above Stratholme, had already taken advantage of the night to drive here, and the entire Naxxramas did not send high-ranking generals, but simply had psychics awaken the undead creatures and march into the Chapel of the Wish of Light.

This is an extremely barbaric style of play, relying solely on military forces to pile up places to death. In the Eastern Plaguelands, which is full of undead, this tactic becomes simple and practical.

"You give me a closer look at those paladins." The Great Lich Kel'thugad didn't care about this attack, he had other main purposes, and this large-scale attack on the Chapel of Light's Wish was just a test for Kel'thugad.

"Don't worry about those useless skeletons, what we need is corpses, a large number of corpses, especially the corpses of paladins, are simply the best gift in the world." Kel'thugad looked up at the north, "It's our best gift to the Lich King." ”

After the last time those Death Knights were defeated from Patrick's attack, Kel'thugad realized that the troops of the Scourge still need high-end combat power, those low-level skeletons and zombies, how many or so many, if there is no support of high-level combat power, they are just some cannon fodder that consumes the enemy's physical strength and magic power after all.

The previous victory of Stratholme made the entire remnants of Lordaeron very happy, thinking that victory was imminent, and near Stratholme and the Sick Wood Forest, the Silver Hand rarely sent troops forward, and the main work of the entire Silver Hand Knights was to step up the removal of the undead near the Chapel and the Hand of Tyr and regain the lost territory.

Then, with the Chapel and the Hand of Tyr as the center, gradually reclaim the entire Eastern Plaguelands, and finally purify Stratholme.

All this was well expected, but will Kel'thugad sit back and watch the rise of the Silver Hand in vain?

The undead were brainless, they were all at the behest of the Scourge psychic or the Death Knight, the rotting corpses had reached the Plague Marks, and the foul air had spread throughout the Chapel of Light's Wish.

The first wave of the scourge almost walked through the traces of the plague, and for the undead who did not have intelligence, it didn't matter even if they fell off the traces of the plague, the scourge could completely fill the traces of the plague in numbers, and then step on the struggling bodies of their companions.

One by one, the blizzard was released, and one by one fireballs, fire blasts, and dragon breath spells shot out, and began to clean up the undead in the front row, but what made people feel desperate was that the chapel was on higher ground, and when the paladins looked at the enemies below, the undead who could not see the end at a glance greatly shocked the coalition forces.

The undead in the front row were ignited, and a large circle around it was all ignited by flames, but so what, the burned Cataclysmic soldier in front of him fell, and there was a follow-up to make up for it.

Before the undead reach the defense of the chapel, it is best for the mages to clean it up, fireballs and fire explosions explode in the ranks of the undead, but will the undead be afraid to retreat? The answer, of course, is no, and the lords behind them who control them are stepping up the pace of the skeletons' advance, and let them go up to die.

As the distance got closer, the paladins gripped their hammer hands, their fingertips turning white from too much force.

Darien was also in the camp of the first round of defense, and he still held the cursed Ash Messenger in his hand.

"Father, I pray that you will guide me on my way." The weapon in Darian's hand seemed to resonate as well. After the undead approached the chapel, the paladins of the Silver Hand also launched an attack on the skeletons in front of them, and the strong holy light energy of the paladins exploded, and the undead in the first few rows instantly turned to ashes in the golden flames.

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