Crossing the Other World: My Warcraft System

The Paladins decided to hide collectively on the banks of the Thandoril River and wait for Garin's material support. At the same time, this location could provide support to the East Wilde and West Wilde regions at any time.

Uther went to the capital of Lordaeron with his personal guards.

There, Terenas will truly decide the fate of the Knights of the Silver Hand.

But this is no longer important. Most knights believe that they should remain neutral and be loyal to their faith first, and then to their country.

To be honest, the Knights of the Silver Hand is an organization with great potential, and a large number of intelligent creatures who believe in the Holy Light have joined it one after another.

Even though Garin has now revitalized the Arathi Diocese and established the Knights Templar, the Silver Hand is still strong.

What can we do?

Who said Stromgarde has a weak foundation?

Now, there are more than 2,000 paladins in his Knights Templar, more than 1,900 of them were trained in the Cathedral of Heart of Origin, and only more than 100 of them were truly converted from Arathi people!

Truly one in a million...

And not everyone is a high-level paladin.

Very angry!

Garin has been coveting the Knights of the Silver Hand for a long time!

Not only its formal members, but also a range of training methods!

Ugh!

If he had two cathedrals, Garin would not plan for these things, Garin thought greedily.

He likes to be self-sufficient and give for free.

Garin has dealt with the Knights of the Silver Hand, at least changing the situation where they each return to their hometowns, and then are drowned by the Scourge's sea of ​​undead when their forces are dispersed...

The power of an individual is too small under the attack of the zombie tide. There is hope only if the paladins are brought together.

Of course, here we are referring to the paladins of Lordaeron. Now the Lich King is not able to compete with Galen in numbers.

Galen first sent Jaina back to Dalaran, and then rode Onyxia back to Stratholme.

At this time, the city had turned into a battlefield, with houses on fire everywhere. Garin closed his eyes and felt it, then let Onyxia fly towards the west of the city.

When Arthas entered the city, some people had already been turned into zombies by the plague, and they were quickly eliminated by Arthas's team.

Next came the people of Stratholme. When they saw the army of Lordaeron coming in, they thought they were there to protect them. When the soldiers wearing the uniforms of the Lordaeron army raised their knives against them, they were confused and didn't understand why their beloved prince wanted to kill them.

Soon the south of the city was cleared. Arthas and his soldiers were in great pain. At the same time, his power of Menethil no longer shone with holy light, but the arrow has been shot and there is no turning back. Arthas knew that he could not waver, otherwise his soldiers would doubt the correctness of what they did.

So Arthas took the lead in setting fire to the houses on both sides of the street and blocked the doors, leaving the civilians inside crying and shouting for help without any response.

However, when Arthas and his men cleaned up the King's Square in the south of the city, they found that there were not many residents in the north except for the zombies...

How is this going?

Arthas was confused. He knew that Stratholme had a population of 200,000, and the number of zombies he killed in the south of the city was not that many. Where did they go?

Soon Arthas discovered scattered living people fleeing to the west of the city, and began to fight back against the massacre by Arthas and his men, as if that was their chance to survive.

Just as Arthas ordered an advance toward the military camp west of the city, a voice sounded in Arthas' ears and mind!

"Jie Jie Jie!"

"I have been waiting for you, young prince. I am Mal'Ganis!"

The voice was terrifying and frightening, and at the same time it exuded an evil and dark aura.

Arthas looked in the direction of the voice and saw a tall purple figure with purple armor and purple bat wings.

Is this the Dreadlord?

A feeling of joy surged in Arthas' heart. Oh my God, I finally found the culprit!

The source of disaster to Lordaeron, the source of the plague!

"Prince, as you can see, your people belong to me!"

Mal'Ganis waved his hand, and a large number of zombies poured out from behind him and rushed towards the stunned Lordaeron soldiers!

"Mal'Ganis, I won't let you succeed. Even if I kill all my people, it's better than dying in your hands and becoming a slave!"

Arthas' fighting spirit was high!

However, Mal'Ganis obviously did not want to fight Arthas so soon, and he needed to continue to guide him to expand the flaw in his mind.

"Hey, come on, I'll be waiting for you at the lord's mansion!" After saying that, Mal'Ganis disappeared.

"what!"

Arthas roared angrily, then headed towards the northeast of the city, passing through the Festival Trail and the Square of Elders, and headed straight for the Council Hall in Stratholme!

He once followed Baron Rivendell to the lord's hall. Along the way, he swung his war hammer, beating up the walking dead one by one, and the prince's guards followed closely behind.

Mal'Ganis actually didn't want to show up so early, but a third wave of forces appeared in Stratholme.

A legendary paladin wielding a greatsword, he entrenched himself in the military camp and armory in the west of the city, and got all the civilians in the city to come closer to him.

Mal'Ganis was originally prepared to ignore him, after all, the plague among the civilians was about to break out, but for some reason so many priests appeared in the military camp, directly suppressing the outbreak of the plague with holy light, and then took the weak civilians into the underground armory for protection.

Mal'Ganis was upset. He had originally agreed to create a scourge of 200,000 undead with a population of 200,000, but when he arrived at Stratholme, he found that there were only 100,000...

One hundred thousand is fine, this number is barely enough, but now the plague transformation of the residents in the west of the city has also been destroyed. By then, with only such a small army of undead, any regular legion will be able to wipe them out.

The Dreadlord observed Tirion carefully and found that he was just an ordinary paladin, no different from the soldiers of the Legion of Light formed by the Naaru on other planets.

But when Mal'Ganis was preparing to launch a sneak attack on Tirion, he felt a palpitation in his heart.

After careful consideration, Mal'Ganis decided to give up. After all, corpses were easy to find. If Stratholme was not enough, he could go to other places to awaken the undead to make up the number. Arthas was his main target.

It was a pity for Mephistroth and Balzana in the dark, they could only wait patiently for the prince to defeat this former compatriot.