The undead are the most sensitive to the breath of the living. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

For the most restrained divine aura of the undead, it is very easy to seriously stimulate the remaining senses of the undead.

More than 2,000 weapons blessed by the Holy Light, even if they are only blessed for a short time, their effect is no different from that of a lighthouse in the night.

It didn't matter where these paladins came from, but all the commanders of the entire Scourge Legion at the high, middle, and low levels felt that they had been seriously provoked.

Human vision is caused by the eyeball receiving light signals from the outside world, which are transmitted to the brain through nerves to produce vision.

For most of the middle and low-level immortals, because the blood stopped flowing, they had long since lost their vision. In their senses, they can only 'see' whether the soul fire of the living is strong or not, and the blurred outline of the body of the living. As for what kind of creature the living are, it is not within the scope of their poor intellect.

Whether it is the Holy Light or the dark power, it is actually a kind of psychic and even soul power.

Contrary to the dark aura of depravity and corruption, it is the divine soul that cultivates self-denial and self-cultivation.

Orcs naturally do not have paladins, but the noble will to sacrifice oneself for the sake of the reproduction of the race is the same. Just as Anduin broke [Quelzaram] as a result of his duel with Orgrim that day, it was because Excalibur judged that Orgrim was a man of noble heart.

At this moment, these strong-willed orcs, holding hammers that have been blessed with the power of holy light by someone Du's order, in the eyes of the undead, are a large number of out-and-out paladins.

The paladin must die!

The undead on the front line almost instinctively flocked to the orc's mid-line.

A lich suspended in mid-air slowly approached the shore, the cold breath causing a thick layer of white frost to form on the ground around him.

A little purple-blue soul flame danced in the pitch-black eye sockets. Beside him, there was a sea of zombies, and from time to time, death knights held high black flags and steered undead war horses to walk by.

From Lake Lordamere, the tide spreads endlessly, and it is an army of the undead that spreads all over the land from the shore.

Snowflakes fluttered in the gloomy sky out of season, and the vista of the battlefield was reflected in the depths of these cold, emotionless eyes.

He lifted his chin that had dried up his flesh and stretched out a long, pale fingertip with the skeletal staff in his hand, his head pointing in the direction of the divine light.

No password required.

But the living are the enemies of the Scourge Legion.

On either side of him, the Death Knight and the Junior Undead Acolytes pressed their bone-like palms to their chests. The purple-blue soul fire inspired by the demonic power burned even brighter,

The hatred of the living, the obsession with destruction, drives their souls.

Like dominoes toppling down, the Scourge commanders lowered their heads, and when they looked up again, their eyes filled with pale flames that danced.

The roar from the soul level drove away the undead below who lacked intelligence.

"In the name of the Burning Legion, destroy the living!"

"Long live Kilgardan!"

With the roar of the soul, the huge black tide of death, which had been a little silted up on the shore of Lake Lordamere, began to pour towards the army of orcs traveling due south.

On the north bank of Dalaran City, Arthas, the front-line commander who stood at the highest point of the entire Scourge Legion with [Frost Sorrow] in his hand, raised his head: "What the hell is Les Frost talking doing? I want him to attack Dalaran from the east." ”

Less Frost - Because of the subtle confusion of the course of history, Sir Rice, the tormented soul that had hung up and sunk to the bottom of the Lake Keldaron, was fished out of the lake in advance by Kel'thugad, who sought the Dark Allies everywhere. In one fell swoop, he became the best student under the command of Kel'thugad, and one of the core backbones of the Cursed Sect.

Alsace alone is naturally difficult to perfectly control the undead in tens of thousands. At the moment of his fall, Kel'thugad, who was killed by him last year, was naturally in the same camp as him, and Kel'thugad's men were naturally promoted to front-line commanders.

Less Frost is good, but that's just a good degree.

Les* Frost Language, which is equivalent to the Radiant Moon Mage, when facing many mages in Dalaran, Arthas obviously feels that Les's Frost Language is useless.

The self-proclaimed Death Knight of King Lordaeron is starting to miss Kel'thugad a little!

An assistant with enough cunning and powerful mana.

Arthas looked at the dark dean Gardin beside him, and then at the dozens of mage towers on the outskirts of Dalaran City that kept shining with magical brilliance, and frowned: "Since Les Frost thinks that the orcs over there are a threat, let him go." How long is it before Dalaran's magical energy is exhausted? ”

Gardin estimated: "It will take three more days, and it will consume at least 300,000 cannon fodder." ”

Arthas sneered contemptuously, "Cannon fodder? The hills of Hillsbrad are full of human settlements, and there are as many cannon fodder as there are. Well, those orcs seem to be good cannon fodder too. Their strong bones will be stronger than the average skeleton soldier even if they become skeleton soldiers. ”

"Yes!" Dean Gardin bowed deeply before withdrawing.

A few minutes later, more undead flocked to the orcs, and now the orcs were not only trapped by the front army, but also the middle army began to be surrounded. Unless Thrall and Orgrim are willing to abandon the women and children of the orcs, they will have to fight to the death!

"Ancestors! Where did these bones come from!" Thrall was depressed, he had already changed his third hammer. Not only did he lack a weapon at his disposal, but at this point in time, he was just a large super soldier who had not yet cultivated the way of shamanism.

Orgrim was also very hard, and he had to wield the Hammer of Doom and chase the Death Knight who was running around the mountains and riding a skeleton horse.

Except for him and a few chieftain-level powerhouses, ordinary orcs were simply powerless against the death knights.

Perhaps their warhammers glowing with divine light would be more effective, but unfortunately, they weren't really paladins, and they had to endure a dark magic attack from the Death Knight before the glowing warhammer could hit the Death Knight.

The only consolation is that these Death Knights aren't too strong. After all, the first Death Knights that Gul'dan made were all warlocks, and playing dark magic was simply one set after another. Most of these Death Knights are relatively simple knights, and they are more inclined to physical attacks.

In the southern foothills of the Alterac Mountains, east of Dalaran City, several sneaky figures appeared.

Seeing the fierce battle below through the binoculars, Mograini couldn't help but sigh: "It's still Duke, you have a way." (To be continued.) )