The Undead were most sensitive to the aura of the living.
The Holy Aura, which was the most effective against the Undead, could easily and severely stimulate the remaining senses of the Undead.
More than 2,000 weapons blessed by the Holy Light, even if it was only for a short period of time, were no different from lighthouses in the dark.
It didn't matter where these Paladins came from, but all the commanders of the Calamity Army felt that they were being seriously provoked.
Human vision was received by the eyes from the outside world, and then transmitted to the brain through the nerves to produce vision.
For most of the middle and low-level Undead, because their blood had stopped flowing, they had long lost sight. In their senses, they could only "see" whether the soul fire of the living was strong or not, as well as the vague outline of the living's body. As for what kind of creature the living were, it was not within the scope of their poor intelligence.
Be it the Holy Light or the Dark Force, they were actually a kind of soul power.
Contrary to the dark aura of corruption, it was the Holy Soul that cultivated the self and cultivated the body.
The Orcs naturally didn't have Paladins, but the noble will of sacrificing themselves for the sake of the race was the same. Just like the day when Andoine and Orgrim dueled and broke Quel 'Zaram, it was because the sword judged that Orgrim was a noble person.
At this moment, these strong-willed Orcs were holding hammers that were blessed with the Power of Holy Light. In the eyes of the Undead, they were undoubtedly a large number of Paladins.
The Paladins must die!
The Undead at the front line almost instinctively rushed to the center of the Orcs.
A Lich floating in the air slowly came to the shore. The cold aura around him formed a thick layer of white frost on the ground.
A little purplish-blue soul fire danced in his pitch-black eye sockets. Beside him was a sea of zombies. From time to time, Death Knights held up a black flag and rode their Undead warhorses past.
From Lake Lordamir, the tide spread endlessly. It was the Undead Army that covered the entire land from the shore.
The gloomy sky was filled with fluttering snowflakes. The distant view of the battlefield was reflected in the depths of the emotionless, cold eyes.
He raised his withered chin and stretched out a pale and slender finger. He held the Skeleton Staff in his hand and pointed it in the direction of the Holy Light.
There was no need for a password.
All the living were the enemies of the Calamity Army.
On both sides, the Death Knights and low-level Undead acolytes pressed their bony palms on their chests. The purplish-blue soul fire that was stimulated by the power of the Devil burned even more fiercely.
Stimulated by the power of the Devil, the purplish-blue soul fire burned even more fiercely.
Like falling dominoes, the commanders of the Scourge Troop lowered their heads one after another. When they raised their heads again, their eyes were filled with pale-white flames.
The roar from the soul level drove away the low undead with insufficient wisdom below.
"In the name of the Burning Legion,"
"Kil Kjaeden!"
Along with the roar of the souls, the huge black tide of death that had accumulated on the shores of Lordaermil Lake began to pour towards the orc army that was advancing towards the south.
On the north bank of Dalaran, the frontline commander, Arthas, who stood at the highest point of the Scourge Army with [Frostmourne] in hand, looked up and said, "What the hell is Ras Frostwhisper doing? I want him to attack the Dalajan from the east. "
Lyss Frostwhisper – Due to a slight twist in history, Sir Lyss, who had already died and sunk to the bottom of Caer Darrow Lake, was fished out of the lake by Kel 'Thuzad, who was searching for dark allies. In one fell swoop, he became Kel 'Thuzad's most outstanding student and one of the core members of the Cursing Sect.
Naturally, it would be difficult for Arthis alone to control an army of undead that numbered in tens of thousands. When he fell, Kel 'Thuzad, who was killed by him last year, was naturally in the same camp as him, and Kel' Thuzad's men were promoted to frontline commanders.
Ras Frostwhisper wasn't bad, but that was the extent of it.
Ras Frostwhisper was equivalent to a Radiant Moon Mage, but when faced with the Dalajan Mages, Arthis clearly felt that Ras Frostwhisper was useless.
This self-proclaimed King of Lordaeron's Death Knight began to miss Kel 'Thuzad.
An assistant with sufficient intelligence and powerful magic.
Arthis looked at Dark Dean Jaydeen beside him, then looked at the dozens of Mage Towers outside the Dalajan City that were constantly flashing with magical light. He frowned and said, "Since Ras Frostwhisper thinks that the Beastmen over there are a threat, let him be. How long will it take before the Dalajan's magical energy is exhausted? "
Jaydeen estimated and said, "Three days, and at least 300,000 cannon fodder will be used."
Arthis sneered in contempt and said, "Cannon fodder? There are human settlements everywhere in the Hillsbrad Hills. There's as much cannon fodder as you want. If you don't have them, go find them! Hmm, those Beastmen seem to be good cannon fodder. With their strong bones, even if they become Skeleton Soldiers, they will be stronger than ordinary Skeleton Soldiers. "
"Understood!" Dean Jaydeen bowed deeply and retreated.
A few minutes later, more Undead rushed towards the Beastmen. Now, not only had the Beastmen's front army fallen, even the middle army was beginning to be surrounded. Unless Saar and Orgrim were willing to abandon the women and children, they could only fight to the death!
"Oh my ancestors! Where did these bones come from?! "Saar was very depressed. He had already changed his hammer for the third time. Not only did he lack a suitable weapon, but he had also not practiced the path of the Shaman at this point in time. He was just a super soldier.
Orgrim was also in a difficult situation. He had no choice but to wave the Hammer of Destruction and chase the Undead Knights that were running all over the mountains on their skeletal warhorses.
Other than him and a few chieftains, the ordinary Beastmen had no way to resist the Undead Knights.
Perhaps the Holy Light in their hands would be more effective, but they were not real Paladins. Before the Holy Light could hit the Undead Knights, they first had to withstand the Dark Magic of the Undead Knights.
The only consolation was that these Undead Knights were not too strong. After all, the first batch of Undead Knights that Gul 'dan created were all Sorcerers, and they had one set of Dark Magic after another. Most of these Undead Knights were pure Knights, and they were more inclined towards physical attacks.
In the southern foothills of the Alterac Mountains to the east of the Dalajan City, a few sneaky figures appeared.
Mograine could not help but sigh when he saw the fierce battle below through his binoculars. "Duque, you still have a way."
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