Lothar stood on the wall of Stromgarde, looking at the defense fortress on the plain in the distance that was completely shrouded in artillery fire. His fingers were tightly clasped on the hilt of his sword. Beside him, he luckily escaped with his life from the defeat in the Wildhammer Highlands.

Marshal Gatheris still had a bandage on his forehead, and he was always observing the movements ahead with his telescope.

"With this frequency of shelling, their shells will soon run out, or is this a new tactic?"

Gatheris asked in a low voice, Lothar did not answer immediately. Seeing the frequency of shelling slowly decreasing, and the walls of the defense fortress already being cruel, the sight of the undead behind surging forward like a black tide, this scene

A human emperor gritted his teeth and said:

"Obviously, the undead commanders have lost patience with fortress-based defenses. They want to tell us in this way that the castle cannot protect us... Now, let the cavalry rush out. That section of the fortress cannot be saved, but at least it must

Bring our soldiers back!"

"yes!"

The messenger rushed down the city wall in a hurry. After a while, the gate of Stromgarde slowly opened, and a heavy cavalry group rode their horses and rushed down the high slope of the castle. While the undead crossed the fortress, the soldiers holding on in the fortress

They saw the reinforcements arriving, and their originally sagging morale was restored. They gritted their teeth and began to counterattack.

For a time, in the dilapidated fortress, the undead and the human defenders were fighting for position almost inch by inch. Especially after the death knights also joined the battlefield, the intensity of the battle instantly increased.

"The undead's artillery positions are moving, and they are going to fire again!"

"Griffin Knight, take off and blow up those forts for me!"

The commander's angry voice floated on the city wall. Facing the airspace that was completely blocked by the arakkoa, he took off and took the risk to blow up the undead artillery front line. It was undoubtedly a death move, but the brave Wildhammer knights did not resist.

Everyone can clearly see the anxiety of the battlefield at this time. Once the undead fire towards the area where the two sides are fighting, the human defenders and reinforcements will inevitably fall into a cruel death trap.

And the undead... those emotionless guys, how can they care about accidental injuries on their own side?

"Light! There is light over there!"

The gryphon knights who had just taken off had not yet flown away from the castle. Their leader pointed at the undead front line behind and shouted. The next moment, the commanders standing on the city wall also saw the floating golden light, like

It was like a wave of holy light suddenly surging behind the black tide.

"Reinforcements? No! No!"

Lothar's eyes widened. With the blessing of the mage's eagle eye, he clearly saw a sudden appearance of a paladin troop, piercing the rear of the undead front line like a sharp knife. The dead were caught off guard.

, they rode their war horses past the undead artillery battle line and threw bundles of alchemical bombs into the position.

The leader, the paladin wearing simple silver-white armor, his blond hair, and his slashing movements with his sword, made Lothar couldn't help but rub his eyes.
Chapter completed!