The Hand of Tyr was completely silent. This town had once been lively. After the plague began to spread, the old knights in the city were able to withstand those bone clubs.
Until now, the war between the two armies began, and Kel'Thuzad sent Sergei Lavender to perform a cleanup mission here.
The so-called cleansing is naturally to turn Tyr's Hand into a plague section.
Serge Lavender was once a member of the Dalaran mages. He was considered an outlier among the Dalaran mages. While other mages were obsessed with arcane energy and elemental summoning, he was only interested in poisons, microorganisms and
Interested in transforming animals.
The Dalaran Council was very angry with his incompatible behavior. If it weren't for his extremely high talent in curse-like dark magic, he might have been expelled from the Council long ago.
Of course, Sirgai is also well aware of the Council's dissatisfaction with him, but those superficial arcane energies are completely worthless in his eyes.
"Arcane magic is powerful, but when the magician consumes all his magic power, what else can he do? Poison is different. It can work at any time and anywhere, and only the stupid parliament will use it.
Treated as heresy."
Although the Parliament had no excuse to restrict Sergei's research, they secretly set up various obstacles to Sergei's research.
Unable to bear it, Helgai had to leave Dalaran and go to Andorhal, where a sudden plague was occurring, and these plagues were exactly what Helgai was interested in.
When Sil'gai was in Andorhal trying to study the plague in order to find a cure for this terrible disease, Kel'Thuzad approached him. Sil'gai was only polite to his former colleague, because he knew that
Everyone knows that the initiator of this plague is the man in front of him wearing a strange black robe.
Facing Helgai's cold tone, Kel'Thuzad was not angry. He opened a portal and invited Helgai to go there with a smile.
After hesitating for a moment, Sergei walked into the portal. A perfect laboratory appeared in front of him. Countless men in black robes were busy working here, and strange creatures were wandering in the cultivation room next to it.
"This is where?"
"This is your future laboratory. Are you satisfied? No one will interfere with your research, no one will limit your talents, and no one will stifle your passion!"
"Well... it's a very nice place, what are the conditions?"
"Join the Church of the Damned. This plague cannot be stopped by you alone. Instead of becoming its final victim, why not come with me to create a new plague? Isn't poison your favorite? By the way, I can also take revenge for scorning you so much.
The stupid Dalaran Council."
"Sounds very tempting, but can you let me consider it?"
"Of course, my friend, you have one day," Kel'Thuzad smiled strangely, "the future is no longer up to you."
The second half of the sentence was so soft that no one else heard it. That night, Serge Lavenderre died at his home in Andorhal. The plague devoured his life but also gave him a new life.
In the new laboratory, Sergei was busy working, and new plagues were continuously born in his hands.
Not only humans, but also the animals and plants in this area have fallen victim to the plague. Thanks to Silgai's masterpiece, the surrounding areas of the Kingdom of Lordaeron are now called the "Plaguelands", so he appeared in
The purpose of Tyr's Hand is self-evident.
When Lu Li saw those familiar cauldrons of plague, he knew that the Scourge Legion sent this time was Sergei Lavender.
Although he has not undergone the Lich Transformation Ceremony, Sergei Lavender is obviously not to be insulted. In fact, he is more difficult to deal with than almost all Liches. His attainments in poisons are something Lu Li admires and fears greatly.
, after all, Lu Li is also an expert in poison research.
"May the Holy Light be with me..." A dozen paladins were praying.
They will be led by Tirion Fordring as sharp knives to break into the town, and then the others will follow behind to cover them up.
The Scourge did not have a very tight defense, but they were already dead, not tired, and did not need rest. They wandered around the town all day long. Lu Li and Tirion Fordring had no choice but to give up on sneaking in and rescuing the prisoners first.
Intend.
The paladin held up his war hammer, rode on a horse guarded by armor, and charged forward silently.
The undead that emerged from the town were even more silent than them.
The holy light emerged on the war hammer, becoming more and more dazzling, illuminating a large area around it. This dazzling light seemed to have caused great harm to the undead. Black smoke emitted from their bodies, and some of them had not yet reached the
It turned into dust in front of the paladin.
A huge stitch monster appeared in front. He threw out the chain in his hand and hooked it towards the paladin on the horse.
The Stitch Monster, also called the Abomination, is a powerful ground melee unit of the Scourge. It was stitched together by the Cursed Cult using various corpses through dark magic. It has certain magic resistance, excellent defense and melee combat capabilities, and is not like Stitch.
Moving slowly like a giant.
The wizards of the Cult of the Damned loaded these tons of monsters with large quantities of infected plagues and maggots. In fierce battles, the abominations could swallow deadly larvae at the enemy and emit deadly plague gas.
Even when the abominations are about to be killed, they can still activate their self-destruct devices and let these creepy crawlers reach every corner.
The Abomination that Lu Li saw was the latest version of high-end goods. He could use the iron hook in his hand to pull enemy units from a distance to him. Once he got close, even the Paladin, who was stronger than the Abomination, would still be alive.
Danger.
This paladin is already quite old, his hair and beard are gray, and there are wrinkles on his forehead.
He didn't have any panic at this moment. He muttered a few syllables quickly, and then his whole body was shrouded in golden light. The iron hook returned in vain. Before the huge suture monster could retract its iron hook,
Hook, the two Paladins suddenly changed lanes midway. They were so fast that they rushed past the Stitch Monster like lightning.
The warhammer hit the Stitch Monster, destroying it directly.
Flesh, plague, and maggots were scattered all over the sky like flowers, but none of them could touch the Paladins. The holy light shrouding their bodies smashed and burned them all, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.
It is indeed the Silver Hand!
Lu Li sighed in his heart, looking back at the current player Paladins, not to mention such an understatement of killing the Stitch Monster, which was obviously at least a BOSS template, they couldn't even fight on horseback.
However, the performance of the NPC Paladins greatly inspired the player Paladins.
They seem to have seen the glorious future of this profession, and these people always firmly believe that the Paladin is a great profession.
Now, they were following behind and charging on war horses. Even if they were unable to participate in the battle, they at least added endless power to the dozen or so Silver Hand paladins, making it look like thousands of paladins were charging.
