Gul'dan and Ner'zhul are different after all.
In terms of natural ability, Gul'dan is obviously stronger.
But Goudan died after all.
Look at the real death knight, as cold as Arthas, serving the Lich King wholeheartedly from soul to body.
He looked down upon the false Death Knight, Gul'dan's experimental product, a tsundere who complained too much and was heartbroken, with a greasy mouth but an unusually honest body.
Originally, the Lich King's penetration into Lordaeron was far from reaching the level of an uprising because the accumulation of power was not enough.
But the Twilight boss Cho'gall received the order from the Ancient God and took the initiative to hand over this part of Gul'dan's legacy to Ner'zhul...
Then, the wind picked up.
Thirty-seven death knights, using the body of Terenas, corrupted most of the top level of Lordaeron through summons after summons.
When the royal guard was completely transformed into a natural disaster, Lordaeron slid unstoppably into the abyss.
Like the last stop a runaway train encounters before derailing, Carlos stands there.
"Uncle, were you caught back then?"
"I don't know. I fought until the end and lost consciousness."
"The intelligence sent by those fools at that time was that you were suspected of defecting to the enemy. Anyway, I didn't believe it."
"Ah hahahaha, how is that possible?"
This is probably the scary thing about Paladins and Death Knights. Every collision of weapons is accompanied by a huge roar, and the solid bluestone tiles appear broken and fine lines under the ruthless trampling of the strong men. As a result, The two parties who were fighting were still happily chatting and smiling heartily.
"By the way, Tokarar, where are you hiding?"
Carlos swung the ax blade, raised his arm, and then used one hand to grapple and throw down an old acquaintance who was sneaking up on him.
"Let me think about it."
Uncle Biglas held the rune sword tightly with both hands in a charging position, and an ominous light lingered around the sword.
Carlos wanted to step forward to interrupt, but the death knight who had just been knocked down hugged his calf.
"I never thought you were so annoying before."
"I held back the orcs like this before I died. I'm probably used to it."
The conversation became more and more relaxed, the battle became more and more intense, and Carlos was so uncomfortable that he had no tears.
Stomping the leg-hugger's chest to pieces, Carlos took small steps to avoid the relentless attack, but he also lost the opportunity to interrupt Biglas's charged ultimate move.
"Remember, I threw [Troll Killer] out, through the small skylight in the mechanism room."
Biglas said as he slashed out the sword energy entangled in death and resentment.
What is this?
Carlos staggered due to a misjudgment. The besieging death knights saw through this and fell into a small disadvantage of being forced to kill him.
"What is this soft sword energy?"
Just ask if you don’t understand, and Carlos speaks directly.
"The sword energy contains disease and curse. Once you are hit, any subsequent damage to you will trigger an outbreak of disease and shadow."
Biglas actually answered even this.
Isn't this a abscess attack?
It's really a long-range attack on the phantom party of the Black Wind Yaozi Group. Damn it!
"Carlos, the old memories are over. I, we are really happy to be able to talk to you again."
Biglas's eyes emitted a colder blue light.
"But General, although I can still talk to you, our bodies and souls already belong to the Lich King."
The death knight whose chest was crushed by Carlos has already repaired the damage to his body with the help of other death knights.
"Kill us seriously, don't even leave any scum left."
"Or run away as far as you want."
"Or you'll die."
"We are already undead."
"And you are the living."
"You cannot kill the incarnation of death."
One after another, the eyes of the death knights began to shine.
Perhaps the Lich King was dissatisfied with how this thirty-seven-on-one siege was being played.
"The master is angry, and I can't continue to release water."
Biglas finished speaking regretfully and repositioned himself.
"Thank you for your advice. I just want to talk to you again. I don't have many friends who I can talk to anymore."
Carlos wiped his face and let a broken sword fly towards his neck, and finally hit the holy shield, causing a little halo.
How could he not see that these old friends and acquaintances were begging for death, and the death knights who had fallen into the curse of immortality were longing for the salvation of eternal sleep.
But they didn't understand that Carlos really just wanted to talk to them.
Say a few more words.
Even if one sentence is good.
No matter how bad it is, just "Ah" will do the trick.
Bigras understood the power of the Lich King, but he didn't know what Carlos was struggling with.
In other words, the death knights didn't understand why the holy light of the paladin in front of them was dim.
There is only one answer.
"Goodbye, my youth."
Carlos cleared his mind.
"Goodbye, my past."
The power that had been deliberately suppressed surged up.
"Goodbye, my comrades."
This time, Carlos's spread wings of holy light no longer shed hair, and behind him, a pair of geometric wings appeared.
"I am the Holy Light!"
The strange movement at the entrance of the palace caused Alsace's heart to palpitate.
"Master, Carlos Barov is here."
"It's brother-in-law."
Arthas grasped Frostmourne tightly and prepared to attack the strongest player in the Alliance, but was quickly stopped by Kel'Thuzad.
"Master! The Lich King's plan is above all else. Let that man live a little longer."
Kel'Thuzad would not admit it. He was afraid. He was afraid that if Arthas died in battle, everything would be lost.
"That's fine."
Alsace stiffened for a moment and nodded in agreement.
"Then, let's get started."
In the royal palace, Arthas held Frostmourne high, and as the power of the soul fluctuated, the Lich King's agent, the highest-ranking commander of the Scourge in the continent of Lordaeron, issued an order.
Violence began to spread.
The horror of undead natural disasters lies in the immortality of the undead army and the contagious nature of natural disasters.
But the two are not indispensable.
For example, the current city of Lordaeron.
When the most elite royal guards were corrupted, and the strongest sword and shield that originally belonged to the Menethil family grew vicious barbs, who could stop this massacre after losing most of their leading figures?
Not to mention, the death knights and necromancers have received orders to start casting spells on a large scale in the cemetery.
If the undead army uses physical means to bring terrifying contagion, what is so hard to understand about the immortality of natural disasters and epidemics that can be transmitted even to dead bodies.
The Lich King used Arthas to give a concise and concise order——[No one survived].
The plague poison barrel hidden in Lordaeron was ignited by the explosion. The thick green smoke rolled and spread. Along the sewers, the undead army began to ravage the entire city.
Panic spread, and the people's first reaction was to flee and flee outside the city.
But behind the closed city gates are the indifferent eyes of the skeleton guards and ghouls.
"What are we waiting for?"
A member of the Silver Dawn lurking into the city grabbed the leader by the collar and asked angrily.
"Awaiting His Majesty's orders."
As soon as the leader finished speaking, Carlos's powerful holy light burst out.
Between the dilemma of survival and destruction, he chose a more desperate salvation for all the Paladins.
