Chapter 418: Kel'Thuzad's Voluntary Death (Part 2)

"Come out to me! Necromancer! Come out to me!"

Arthas looked around frantically, but there was no one else except his soldiers, and Kel'Thuzad's laughter was still echoing in his ears.

"Your Highness! The undead are coming!"

"Defend yourself!" Alsas shouted loudly. Now Alsas had no time to care about those annoying shouts. He rushed into the pile of undead with a hammer in his hand. The undead raised their weapons and farm tools from their lifetime and aimed at Alsas, but Alsas was faster than them. Even if they were warriors in their lifetime, the flexibility of their bodies was greatly affected after death, and most of their attacks failed. Alsas's soldiers had cold eyes and raised their butcher knives without hesitation to these creatures who were once their comrades and people. They knocked them to the ground, chopped off their heads, and smashed their bodies.

"Your Highness! Another group of enemies are coming!"

There were no living creatures around Alsas. His shiny armor was already covered with red and green blood. He raised his head and his eyes widened uncontrollably.

There were too many! How could there be so many enemies! Looking around, there were skeletons and zombies everywhere, as well as huge strange-looking stitched monsters. They had destroyed many undead creatures in the past few days, but this was the first time they faced an army head-on. This was just a skirmish, and they didn't know if they could hold on.

"Hold the ground! Holy light protects us! We will be invincible!" Arthas raised the hammer high, and the hammer shone with bright holy light. The holy light shone on his face, making him look very determined, but at this moment his heart was shaking constantly.

Not only him, but anyone with dozens of soldiers facing thousands of undead creatures would be afraid. Even Vashj in the sky had a solemn face.

"The attack of the undead creatures is too terrible..." Vashj's eyes were motionless, staring closely at the battle below. The undead army was all over the mountains and plains, and the Hearth Fort sentry battle was like a small boat in the waves that could capsize at any time. However, the most terrifying thing about the Undead Legion is not their number but their ability to increase in value. Any living creature is their potential soldier. If we can't find a way to solve this problem, it will be useless to fight against the undead.

Richard looked at Vashj and asked, "What do you think? Do we have a chance of winning?"

Vashj bit her lower lip and uttered four words: "Defend the defenses and clear the countryside."

"We can do this in Alterac, but not in Quel'Thalas. The forest is the home of the elves and it can't be destroyed easily. We need to think of other ways."

Vashj nodded and continued to observe the battle on the ground in order to come up with a new method.

At this time, Jaina had already rushed to Uther.

Jaina collapsed to the ground as soon as she completed the teleportation spell. After being unconscious for a while, she was already on a bed when she opened her eyes. Uther was sitting on a stool beside the bed and looking at her with some worry.

"Jaina... what happened?"

Jaina opened her mouth with difficulty and spoke incoherently: "Lord Uther... Arthas... Hearthglen Outpost... Necromancer... Undead attack..."

"You mean they need support?"

Jaina blinked.

"I see, thank you! Herald, gather the troops! Support the outpost immediately!"

Arthas didn't know how long he had been fighting. He swung the hammer almost non-stop, his arms trembling from excessive force, and his lungs seemed to be on fire. It was all thanks to the nourishment of the Holy Light, which flowed through his body with tranquil strength and firmness, allowing him and his remaining soldiers to stand firm. The original fifty or sixty people are now only more than a dozen, and this is because the Holy Light can restrain these dead creatures. However, this is their only weakness that has been discovered so far. And only a clean and sharp blow can kill them quickly, otherwise, their bodies that cannot feel pain will pierce the soldiers' bodies with their weapons. However, during the battle, Alsace thought randomly that these guys were already dead, and the word "kill" could no longer be used, but what word should be used?

"Damn it!" Wave after wave, new attacks came in droves. These subjects and people who once belonged to him have now become these things, attacking them non-stop. Now there is no place to defend the sentry. He and his soldiers can hardly lift their arms. Now is probably the time to serve the country...

"For Lordaeron! For the past!" Just when Arthas was about to die for his country, he heard a very familiar voice. It was the voice of Uther, the messenger of the Holy Light. All of a sudden, the soldiers around Arthas were instantly energized.

Uther was on light cavalry this time, and he rushed all the way. He arrived in half an hour instead of an hour. These cavalrymen were all experienced paladins who had no fear of the undead. In addition to these cavalrymen, there was also the very tired Jaina. Although her bones were about to fall apart, Jaina still insisted on rushing over at the first moment and refused to follow the second batch of infantry formations. Uther had no choice.

"All troops dismounted and marched forward in formation!" Uther was the first to jump off his horse, holding the hammer in the middle, with the Holy Light in his hand. The rest of the paladins quickly leaned against Uther to form a formation. To fight against the necromancer, fighting alone or charging lightly on horseback were the most foolish behaviors.

"Kill!" Uther gave an order, and the troops began to march forward in neat steps.

"Kill!" The soldiers shouted immediately, even Jaina in the center of the formation shouted out loudly.

With Uther's support, Arthas finally survived this difficult period. When the last zombie fell, Jaina, Arthas and the soldiers who had been fighting until now collapsed directly to the ground. Jaina still had enough strength to grope and pick up a leather water bag and chew on the dried meat, but Arthas and the others were unwilling to move. The battle was over, at least it was over now.

Uther took off his helmet, his hair was covered with sweat, and his hair was stuck together like dirty braids. While chewing the dried meat, Jaina watched Uther nod with satisfaction at the sea of ​​corpses of undead creatures. Arthas leaned against his horse and stared at it with a painful expression. Jaina followed his gaze and frowned. Corpses were everywhere, and there were many kinds of them. Some were bone residues, some were swollen and full of flies, some were not even human, but horses, or even livestock like cattle and sheep, and there were even some creatures that Jaina had never seen before...