Hokage of Azeroth

The undead army attacked again, and the three gates of Hearthglen were attacked at the same time.This offensive is beyond all previous ones.

Under the leadership of Alsace, all the defenders mobilized to kill the undead.

In this collective battle, Luo Wei originally planned to keep a low profile as before, using only two points of strength, holding the Militant, and protecting Marissa.

However, not long after the battle started, the defenders began to suffer heavy casualties.

Seeing the number of his own troops dwindling rapidly, Luo Wei realized that holding back like this would be tantamount to self-destruction.

He immediately took out the sealing scroll from his bag, made a seal, and took out the dragon blood decapitation sword.

"Where did this knife come from?" The dark purple scorching giant blade appeared out of thin air, and everyone around him, including Marissa, was shocked.

Luo Wei did not explain. He held the decapitating sword and activated his chakra. The raging fire immediately spread from the blade and wrapped the decapitating sword's blade.

He held the burning giant blade in his hand, and with one sweep, the undead were swallowed up by the flames.

Bones are ground to powder, and carrion is reduced to ashes.

The area was cleared much faster than Marissa's blizzard.

After a while, the west gate where Luo Wei was located was cleared by him.

"Marissa and the Paladin stay with me, while the others go to support the main gate and the east gate!" he shouted.

"Yes!" Although his military rank was only sergeant major and his position was just that of messenger, no one disobeyed his orders at this time, and the soldiers rushed to the east gate and the main gate.

The support of this group of soldiers immediately relieved the pressure on the east gate and the main gate.

"What's going on?" Arthas asked in confusion while waving his war hammer in the undead army.

"Luo Wei asked us to come here," the supporting soldier said.

"Rovie?"

The soldier said: "Yes, Chief Rowe, he...he took out a giant flaming blade from nowhere and almost single-handedly withstood most of the undead at the west gate."

Arthas couldn't believe it, but it was obviously not the time to think about this now, so he stopped asking and concentrated on fighting the undead.

Two hours passed.

After these two hours of fierce fighting, the strength of the Hearthglen defenders had been reduced by more than one-third.

In a regular battle, such losses would have been enough to destroy the morale of the defenders, but the ones fighting them were not humans or orcs, but undead who would neither surrender nor accept surrender.

They have no way out and can only hold on to the end.

If the regular army is not enough, let the militia come in.

If the militiamen are not enough, let the peasants take over.

If there are not enough men, let women do it; if there are not enough women, let children do it.

Although Luo Wei, who has played games, has long known that guarding Hearthglen is a tough battle, but experiencing such a battle personally still made him feel even more stressed.

Fortunately, Ximen's battle situation is quite optimistic.

Luo Wei only needed to wield the Dragon Blood Beheading Sword and spin it a few times like a windmill to kill a large number of undead. Although spinning for two hours made him a little exhausted physically and mentally, it seemed that he had almost killed all the undead in Ximen.

"Hold on, for Lordaeron!" Arthas' armor was stained with blood. He smashed a group of skeleton soldiers with his hammer and shouted at the same time.

"Roar!" Then another group of ghouls and zombies rushed forward.

Arthas was about to smash these undead again, but suddenly his pupils shrank and he looked at a zombie in front of him in shock.

This zombie has white hair and was obviously an old man before turning into an undead.

Although it looked dirty and rotten, no different from other undead, Arthas recognized the old zombie at a glance.

"Your Highness, we can definitely wait for you, right..."

"At least, in order to wait until you return victorious, this bad old man like me will not die easily..."

These conversations that happened not long ago are still fresh in his ears, pouring into Alsace's mind like thunder, making him shocked and stunned on the spot.

The zombies howled and lunged at Arthas, their rotting claws tearing at his armor.

As the noble crown prince, Arthas wears perhaps the strongest armor in the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron. These weak undead are destined to be unable to cause even the slightest harm to the barriers built by Arkin.

It's a pity that this indestructible arcane plate armor protects a young heart.

Arthas realized that many of these crazy, fragile, and endless undead were civilians of Lordaeron who gave up the opportunity to escape because of him.

If he hadn't said that he would soon solve the problem of the undead, these civilians would have fled here in time to avoid misfortune.

It was his bold words that could not be fulfilled in time that caused these people to fall into the most miserable abyss!

Seeing that the old zombie could not destroy Alsace's armor, he opened his rotten mouth and roared at the young prince: "Roar!!"

This roar was no different from that of a wild beast, but to Alsace, it was like a supreme judge, in full view of everyone, stretching out a sharp and majestic index finger to his eyebrows and questioning him sternly!

"Old man, I..." Weakness and guilt overwhelmed the young prince, making him almost forget the reality of his situation.

The Thorium sword roared towards him.

The zombie was split in half from head to toe, and blood spattered on Alsace's face, causing him to wake up in shock.

"Your Highness, are you okay?" Captain Maween shouted loudly.

"I...it's okay." Arthas' eyes were in a trance, the hand holding the warhammer trembled slightly, and he gritted his teeth and rejoined the battle.

A gloomy voice suddenly sounded: "Haha, Your Highness, you are safe and sound!"

Arthas looked up and saw a skeleton mage appearing in the undead army. This skeleton mage was different. He seemed to be floating in mid-air, and the chains and purple robes on his body were moving in the wind.

"You are..." He couldn't recognize this guy with only bones left in his body.

"Araki." The Lich's voice was as cold as ice, and an ice-blue magic shield enveloped his body. "We have met before, Your Highness, I mean when I was still alive."

Arthas looked gloomy: "You betrayed Andorhal!"

"No, I'm on the right path." Araki paid no attention to his accusations. "I'm sure you'll understand...it won't take long."

Arthas snorted coldly, waved the Revenge of the Holy Light, and fired a judgment.

"Boom!" The holy light exploded on Araki's magic shield, but it only caused a shaking.

"Undead, listen to my orders." Araki said calmly and began to cast spells at the same time.

As two rays of light flashed, two huge abominations appeared out of thin air, and a putrid smell shot straight into the sky.

"All die!" The two abominations rushed towards Arthas. As the earth trembled, their huge and heavy bodies directly crushed other undead along the way.