Stantosom Center Square.

The plague poisonous fog that covered the sky and the sun swept over, eroding the streets in the city little by little, and the squares where cries were bursting and screaming were in chaos. People ran around like headless flies, but in the end they were no longer as fast as the plague poisonous fog. Many people died of plague, but more people died of trampling.

In the poisonous fog, the victim's body decayed and festered at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally strangled his throat and fell down helplessly. But he soon staggered and rushed towards the nearest human.

Click, click...

A tall figure holding a golden spear walked along the street against the crowd, staring at the sky. The holiness flowing on the armor made him look like a sacred punishmentist in the monastery mural.

A meteorite burning with green magic flames was dragging its long flame tail down from the sky. Judging from its landing point, it seemed to be the center of the square with the most crowded crowds.

Suddenly, the "Holy Punisher" picked up the spear and ran for a few steps. Without aiming, he threw the spear out. The spear that came out of his hand was like a golden lightning, cutting through the sky and directly shooting the meteorite.

The hellfire structure summoned from the twisted void by a certain or several warlocks has lost its meaning of existence.

The "Holy Punisher" caught the spear that turned into a stream of light and inserted it into the ground, lowered his head and prayed: "Holy Light, please listen to my call... I pray for your gaze and help me..."

Before he could finish his words, a column of light as thick as a bucket was shining through the dense dark clouds, radiating towards the surroundings with him as the center.

The sacred energy instantly dispelled the poisonous fog, forcing the undead creatures to come forward.

This made him the focus of the field. The people fleeing everywhere quickly found a support and rushed towards them.

The young man shouted loudly: "Escape to the city hall and don't push, just like you do on weekdays. All the guards approach me and guard the street intersection!"

Of course this person is Orix.

In fact, he never felt so good. If he used to be a prophet under the name of the Holy Light, then now he has truly received the protection of the Holy Light and has been using the Holy Light thousands of times more free than before.

There is even an illusion that one has become one with the Holy Light.

Stantome has already made plans for the pervasive invasion and destruction of the Curse Sect and the Demons, and the relevant work can be said to be done well. In particular, a lot of preparations have been made for the most likely plague attacks.

The official arranged many escape routes and set up emergency shelters in various parts of the city. Every few days, a city-wide exercise will be conducted.

On the one hand, it is to be prepared for trouble, and on the other hand, it is also to waste people's energy. After all, more than 100,000 refugees who came to seek asylum were gathered in this city, and the pressure on public security was not a little bit.

The surviving guards gathered around Orix and guarded the street intersection together, like a dam in a flood, blocking the resurrections who were swarming and gaining valuable escape time for the people.

Although these guards have limited strength and only deal with thieves and bandits on weekdays, they have experienced such a scene, with Orix, the pillar of the defense line is still stable for a while.

During this period, hellfire meteorites continued to fall from the sky and fell into the city covered by poisonous fog and exploded. Obviously, some demon summoners were hiding in the corners, constantly summoning these specially created terrifying structures from the twisted void.

But that's not what Orix can do. He can't throw the spear that far, nor is it a human-shaped air defense spear launcher.

A bloody paladin team appeared at the other end of the street, surrounded by corpses dozens of times their own, and were striving to rush towards this side.

Orix rushed out of the defense line and went forward to rescue him. He plowed a passage from the corpse group and rescued the person only to find out that it was Renault Moglani and several young paladins.

"Where did you come from?" Orix asked.

"From... from the South Gate, I originally came back to escort the military supplies, but I didn't expect to catch up with this disaster."

While speaking, Renault, panting, was constantly looking at the spear in Orix's hand, obviously yearning for this weapon that seemed to be condensed from holy light.

Orix couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The northwest city area where the South Gate and the City Hall are located is separated by a whole city and countless resurrections. Not to mention Renault, even the strong ones among the old Paladins will find it difficult to accomplish such a feat.

This reminded him of the words of a tiger father without a dog. It seems that Renault has indeed inherited the courage of the old Moglani and is worthy of the title of the best among the younger generation of Paladins.

"Are you injured? How is the situation along the way?" Orix asked while casting sacred spells on several paladins.

It is obvious that what they encountered was the resurrection. Although they were covered in blood, they were not their own, and there were no traces of damage on the plate armor covered with scratches and tooth marks.

Most of the newly resurrected zombies are extremely weak, and their physical functions are even far inferior to those of ordinary people. They are the most valuable cannon fodder of the Scourge. For paladins armed with teeth and protected by holy light, it is almost difficult to pose a threat. They can only waste their physical strength, and leave the killing mission to relatively powerful undead such as ghouls.

In some battles in Gilness where only zombies exist, there have been many cases where heavy armored soldiers were buried in piles of corpses, without any injuries, but were squeezed and suffocated to death, or died of infection with plague.

"The city has fallen, sir. At least a dozen sources of plague have been detonated, a large number of people have been infected, and many people have not had time to escape into the shelter." Renault said in pain.

Orix's expression turned dark, which fits the scene he had watched in the bedroom before.

There is never a reason to defend against thieves for thousands of days in this world. For demons and members of the Scourge Corps who have strong infiltration capabilities, a giant city with refugees gathered hundreds of thousands of humans. No matter how strict the defense is, it is inevitable that it will be a secret.

This is an expected scene that will come sooner or later, but it is difficult to accept emotionally. Fortunately, if you have not performed so many acting before, there will be even greater casualties.

There is no need to invest a large amount of troops at all. Just secretly bringing in some sources of plague and detonating them can cause immeasurable losses to humans. But for the Burning Legion, this is just a small harassment...

What a damn war.

"The market area has completely fallen, and the situation on the chapel should be better. When I passed by, I saw that they had organized effective defenses. Sir, should we recall Bridget and the others?"

Orix was in charge of Stantolme, Renault, Bridget, Marlan and others, and guarded the southeast of the front line base located in Rivendell, as the first line of defense to resist the possible arrival of the Scourge Corps.

Orix shook his head, "I will contact her. But I think the enemy just wants to cause us some trouble. The Burning Legion and the Scourge Legion did not send regular troops to attack the city. When the troops come back, the crisis here will be resolved. Okay, take a break and join the battle again. I need you to go with me to handle the summoners."

"yes."

The real trouble is not the corpse group.

But poisonous fog and the summoner hidden in the city.

Logically speaking, thanks to the complete emergency response mechanism and the communication network established by the High Elves for the entire territory of Lordaeron, it has been so long since the attack of such an important city as Stantosom, and the support should be reached...

As expected, as soon as this idea came into being, the square behind me flashed with a blue light unique to teleportation magic. Portals opened one after another, and several teams of Dalaran's combat mages walked out of it.

The leader was a middle-aged mage whom Orix had never seen before. He didn't say much, so he arranged the mage needed for large-scale spells on the spot, began to bomb the corpse group in a dense manner, and used magic wind to disperse the poisonous fog.

Seeing this, Orix felt a little calmer.

The communication network is still not perfect enough. Until now, he has not fully understood the situation in the city. The battle situations in various parts of the city all depend on the middle and lower-level officers who constitute the cornerstone of the command system.

It would be good if these officers made reasonable responses, but if someone made mistakes or made mistakes for various reasons, the consequences would be the collapse of a line of defense and the deaths of hundreds of innocent civilians.

Although the "plague crisis" continues to this day, as one of the most important cities of Lordaeron, Stantholm has a lot of plans to deal with various situations, and the city guards and the troops stationed in the city are also well prepared, it is still worrying, and it feels that the role that commanders can play is quite limited.

This is not an isolated case, but a common situation on the battlefield of this era.

After all, there are not enough magic communication stones. Otherwise, not only can we summarize the overall information as soon as possible, but the troops can also receive more unified and reasonable dispatch and more closely cooperate.

Orix was about to join the battle again, and Renault suddenly said behind him: "Sir, there is one more thing."

"What's up?"

Orix turned around, but saw only a pair of scarlet eyes and a stabbing dagger.

"Go to die! If you kill you, I can..."

With a slight sound, Renault was stunned for a moment.

The dagger with the undead energy flowing was full of runes, looking extremely sharp and a magic weapon that was hard to find. However, Orix had never worn armor and was wearing casual clothes, but the dagger stopped just one inch from his left chest, making it difficult to get in.

It's like this ordinary layer of single clothes, with defense that even enchanted plate armor is hard to match.

Orix was stunned, with obvious confusion on his face, and then turned into deep disappointment.

He thought that the changes in history had made Renault's fate completely different from those of official history. He wanted to train him well, but unexpectedly, such a scene happened in the end, but the betrayed man changed from old Moglani to himself.

Will the name Renault and the surname Moglani take a clever chemical reaction to create a curse called "Destined Betrayal"?

He sighed, took off the dagger on his chest, looked at Renault, who was already ashamed, and asked softly: "Renault, do you know what he is doing?"
Chapter completed!