The undead are the most sensitive to the breath of the living.

The sacred aura that is most restraining to the undead can easily severely stimulate the remaining senses of the undead.

More than two thousand weapons blessed by the holy light, even if they are only blessed for a short time, their effects are no different from those of the lighthouse in the dark.

It doesn't matter where these Paladins come from, but all commanders at the high, middle and low levels of the Scourge feel that they are being severely provoked.

Human vision is caused by the eyeball receiving external light-sensitive signals, which are transmitted into the brain through nerves, thereby producing vision.

For most middle-level undead people, because their blood stops flowing, they have long lost sight. In their senses, they can only "see" whether the soul fire of the living being is powerful and the blurred body outline of the living being. As for what kind of creature the living being is, it is not the scope of their poor intelligence.

Whether it is the holy light or the power of darkness, it is actually a kind of power of the soul and even the soul.

Contrary to the depraved and corrupted dark aura, it is the sacred soul that cultivates oneself and self-restraint.

Of course, there are no paladins, but the noble will of sacrificing oneself for the sake of race reproduction is the same. Just as Andu broke the [Quilzalam] in the duel with Orgrim that day, because the sword judged Orgrim to be a noble person.

At this moment, these orcs with firm will hold the hammer that blessed the power of the holy light after being ordered by Du. In the eyes of the undead, they were a great deal of paladins.

The Paladin must die!

The undead creatures on the front line almost instinctively rushed to the orc's central army.

A lich floating in the air slowly came to the shore, and the cold breath made a thick layer of white frost form on the ground around him.

A little purple-blue soul flame was leaping in his dark eyes. Beside him was a sea of ​​zombies, and from time to time, death knights were walking by with black flags holding up black flags and stalking the undead war horses.

From Lake Lordamir, the tide spread endlessly, and it was the army of undead that had been spreading all over the land from the shore.

The drizzling sky was drifting with snowflakes off-season, and the distance of the battlefield was reflected in the depths of these cold and emotional eyes.

He raised his chin, which had even dried up his flesh, stretched out a pale and slender fingertip, held the skeleton staff in that hand, and pointed his head in the direction where the sacred light illuminated.

No password required.

Anyone who lives is the enemy of the Scourge Legion.

On both sides of him, the Death Knight and the lower Undead Acolytes pressed their palms like dead bones on their chests. The purple-blue soul fire, stimulated by the power of the demon, was burning even more vigorously.

Hate towards the living and attachment to destruction drives their souls.

Like dominoes that were pouring, the commanders of the Scourge lowered their heads one after another. When they looked up again, their eyes were full of pale flames.

The roar from the soul level drives away the low-level undead with insufficient wisdom below.

"Destroy those living in the name of the Burning Legion!"

"Long live Kiljadan!"

Accompanied by the roar of the soul, the huge black tide of death that had originally accumulated a little on the shore of Lake Lordamir began to pour out towards the orc army that was moving south.

On the north bank of Dalaran City, holding [Frost Sorrow] in hand, Arthas, the front-line commander standing at the highest point of the Scourge Corps, raised his head: "What the hell is Les* Frost Word? I want him to attack Dalaran from the east."

Less*Frost Words Because of the subtle and confusion of the historical process, Sir Less, this painful soul that had died and sunk at the bottom of the Lake Keldaron, was fished out of the lake in advance by Kelthuzad, who was seeking the dark allies everywhere. He became the best student under Kelthuzad and one of the core backbones of the Curse Cult.

It is naturally difficult for Artsas to perfectly control the undead in ten thousand units. At the moment of his depravity, Kel Thuzad, who was killed by him last year, was naturally in the same camp as him, and Kel Thuzad's subordinates were naturally promoted to the front-line commander.

Although Less*Frost Word is good, it is only good at this level.

The same as Master Huiyue, Less Shuangyu, when facing many mages of Dalaran, Arthas clearly felt that Less Shuangyu was useless.

This Death Knight, who is self-proclaimed as King Lordaeron, begins to miss Kel'Thujad a little!

An assistant with enough intelligence and strength.

Arthas looked at the dark dean Gading beside him, and then looked at the dozens of mage towers that were constantly shining with magical brilliance outside Dalaran City, and frowned: "Since Less Shuangyu thinks the orcs over there are threats, then let him go. How long will it take to exhaust Dalaran's magical energy?"

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

Alsace sneered contemptuously: "Cannon fodder? Hillsbrad hills are full of human settlements. How much cannon fodder is needed? If not, go find it! Well, those orcs seem to be good cannon fodder. Even if their strong bones become skeleton soldiers, they will be stronger than ordinary skeleton soldiers."

"As for the order!" Dean Gading bowed deeply and then stepped down.

A few minutes later, more undead people rushed to the orcs. Now the orcs were not only trapped in, but even the central army began to be surrounded. Unless Thrall and Orgrim were willing to abandon the women and children in the orcs, they could only fight to the death!

"The ancestors are here! Where did these bones come from!" Thrall was very depressed. He had already changed his third hammer. Not only did he lack a handy weapon, but he was just a large super soldier who had not yet practiced the shamanic path at this point in time.

Orgrim was also very miserable. He had to wave the [Hammer of Destruction] and chase the Death Knight who ran around the mountains and rode his skeleton war horses.

Apart from him and several chief-level strong men, ordinary orcs have no power to resist the Death Knight.

Perhaps the warhammers emitting divine light in their hands would be more effective. Unfortunately, they are not real paladins. Before the warhammers shimmering the holy light hit the Death Knight, they must first bear the dark magic attack from the Death Knight.

The only comfort is that these death knights are not too strong. After all, the first death knights created by Gul'dan were all warlocks, and it was simply one after another when playing dark magic. Most of these death knights were transformed by simple knights and were more inclined to physical attacks.

On the southern foot of the Altlan Mountains east of Dalaran City, several sneaky figures appeared.

Seeing the fierce battle below from the telescope, Moglani couldn't help but sigh: "Duke, you have a solution." (To be continued.)

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