Chapter 731: Driving the Tiger and Swallowing the Wolf

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

The sacred aura that is the most restrained to the undead can easily seriously stimulate the remaining few senses of the undead.

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

It doesn't matter where these Paladins come from, but all the high, middle and low-level commanders of the entire Scourge feel that they have been seriously provoked.

Human vision is based on the eyeball receiving external light signals, which are transmitted to the brain through nerve conduction, and then vision is produced.

For most of the middle- and low-level undead, they have long lost sight because their blood has stopped flowing. In their senses, they can only 'see' whether the soul fire of the living is strong, and the vague outline of the body of the living. As for what kind of creatures the living are, it is beyond the scope of their weak intelligence to consider.

Whether it is holy light or dark power, they are actually a kind of power of the heart and even the soul.

Contrary to the dark atmosphere of depravity and corruption, it is the sacred soul that cultivates self and self-denial.

Of course, the orcs do not have paladins, but they have the same noble will to sacrifice themselves for the sake of racial reproduction. Just like when Anduin and Orgrim had a duel and ended up breaking [Quel'Zalam], it was because the Excalibur judged Orgrim to be a noble-minded man.

At this moment, these determined orcs were holding hammers that were blessed with the power of the Holy Light under Du's order. In the eyes of the undead, they were a large number of out-and-out paladins.

The Paladin must die!

The undead creatures on the front line almost instinctively flocked to the orc center.

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

A little purple-blue soul flame danced in the dark eye sockets. Next to him was a sea of ​​zombies, and from time to time, death knights walked by holding black flags and riding undead horses.

From Lake Lordamre, the tide spreads endlessly, and it is an army of undead that covers the entire land from the shore.

Snowflakes fell in the dark sky unseasonably, and the distant scenery of the battlefield was reflected in the depths of these cold, emotionless eyes.

He raised his chin, which was even dry with flesh, and stretched out a pale and slender fingertip. The skull staff was held in his hand, and the staff pointed in the direction of the sacred light.

No password required.

All living beings are the enemies of the Scourge.

On both sides of him, the death knights and lower-level undead acolytes pressed their bone-like palms to their chests. The purple-blue soul fire inspired by the power of the devil burned even brighter,

Hatred of the living and obsession with destruction drive their souls.

Like toppling dominoes, the commanders of the Scourge lowered their heads one after another. When they raised their heads again, their eyes were filled with pale flames.

The roar from the soul level drives away the low-level undead who lack intelligence below.

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

"Long live Kil'jaeden!"

Along with the roar of souls, the huge black tide of death that had accumulated on the shore of Lake Lordamre began to pour towards the orc army marching due south.

On the north bank of Dalaran City, holding [Frostmourne], the frontline commander Arthas, who stood at the highest point of the entire Scourge Legion, raised his head: "What the hell is Les Frostwhisper doing? I want him to attack Dalaran from the east." Laran."

Rais* Frostwhisper - Due to the subtle disorder of the historical process, Sir Rais, this painful soul that has died and sunk at the bottom of Lake Keldaron, was fished out of the lake in advance by Kel'Thuzad, who was looking for dark allies everywhere. Come up. In one fell swoop, he became the best student under Kel'Thuzad and one of the core members of the Cursed Sect.

It would be difficult for Alsace alone to perfectly control tens of thousands of undead. At the moment when he fell, Kel'Thuzad, who he killed last year, was naturally of the same camp as him, and Kel'Thuzad's men were naturally promoted to frontline commanders.

Although Les Frost Whisper is good, it is only so good.

Les Frostwhisper, who is equivalent to the Moon Mage, faced many mages in Dalaran. Arthas obviously felt that Les Frostspeak was of no use.

This self-proclaimed death knight of Lordaeron is beginning to miss Kel'Thuzad a little!

An assistant with sufficient resourcefulness and powerful magic.

Arthas looked at Dark Dean Gardin beside him, and then at the dozens of mage towers shining with magical light outside Dalaran City, and frowned: "Since Les Frostwhisper thinks that there The orcs are a threat, then let him be. How long will it take for this side to exhaust Dalaran’s magical energy?”

Gading made an estimate: "It will take another three days, and at least 300,000 cannon fodder will be consumed."

Arthas sneered contemptuously: "Cannon fodder? The Hillsbrad Hills are full of human settlements. There are as many cannon fodders as you want. If you don't have any, go find them! Well, those orcs seem to be good cannon fodder too. Their strong bones Even if he becomes a skeleton soldier, he will still be stronger than an ordinary skeleton soldier."

"Yes!" Dean Gading bowed deeply and then withdrew.

A few minutes later, more undead swarmed towards the orcs. Now, not only the front army of the orcs was trapped, but also the middle army was beginning to be surrounded. Unless Thrall and Orgrim are willing to abandon the women and children among the orcs, they can only fight to the death!

"My ancestors! Where did these bones come from!" Thrall was very depressed. He had already changed his third hammer. Not only does he lack a handy weapon, but also, at this point in time, he has not yet practiced the way of shamanism and is just a large super soldier.

Orgrim was also very miserable. He had to wield the [Doomhammer] and chase the death knights who were running all over the mountains and riding skeletal horses.

Except for him and a few chief-level experts, ordinary orcs had absolutely no power to resist the death knight.

Perhaps the war hammers exuding holy light in their hands would be more effective, but unfortunately, they are not real paladins. Before the war hammers shining with holy light hit the death knight, they first have to withstand the dark magic attack from the death knight.

The only consolation is that these death knights are not too strong. After all, the first batch of death knights created by Gul'dan were all warlocks, and playing dark magic was just one thing after another. Most of these death knights were converted from relatively simple knights and were more inclined to physical attacks.

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

Seeing the fierce battle below through the telescope, Mograine couldn't help but sigh: "Duke, you still have a way."

I feel a little uncomfortable today.