The Shard was also placed with Lu Li. The others did not know what it was for, and Lu Li was not interested in explaining it to tens of thousands of people.
For the ordinary players who participated in the battle, defeating the Boss was equivalent to freeing Tyr's Hand from the clutches of the Scourge. As such, everyone received a large amount of Reputation. In addition, Lu Li had given out a lot of guild points that could be exchanged for DKP. Everyone had gained a lot from this trip.
Almost no one wanted the equipment that the Boss dropped.
However, they could exchange their own guild points for the equipment that the previous Bosses, Quasi-Bosses and Elites dropped.
The harvest this time was very rich. There were dozens of Legendary equipment, which was more powerful than winning a Stronghold. There were also hundreds of Dark Gold equipment. They had not suffered a loss in a battle of 20,000 people.
Therefore, Dawn wasn't a single-player game. Currently, the gaming industry was very focused on scale effects.
If not for Lu Li and these 20,000 people, they might have been able to defeat Tyr's Hand, but the equipment dropped would have been very limited. After all, NPCs did not drop items from killing monsters.
Unfortunately, the equipment was basically individual Legendary equipment. It was considered a relatively basic item. It was good for ordinary players and even elite players, but not for Lu Li. Other than the set parts, he could only exchange for Legendary equipment that was even better than the set parts.
"It's all thanks to the people you brought," Tirion Fordring said gratefully.
"You're too kind. I hope your companions are still safe," Lu Li ordered some people to clean up the battlefield, while the others searched for the imprisoned Paladins.
They did not find the Paladins in the town's prison.
"Don't worry, no one will leave the town. My people have been hiding around the town," Lu Li comforted.
"The loss of our comrades and loved ones will only make us angrier," Tirion Fordring said as he looked at the corpses strewn all over the town. Many people were hung from pillars, while others had their stomachs cut open. They would be turned into Undead or dismembered to form new Patchwork Monsters.
The adventurers were collecting the corpses. Pits were dug out one after another outside the town. The corpses would be burned to prevent the Undead from using them.
To adventurers, these were all NPCs. At most, they would feel that these people had died very miserably. It was no different from the senseless sympathy of watching a movie. But to Tirion Fordring and the Paladins, these were their comrades, the people they had sworn to protect.
"My men have found a lot of civilians," Lu Li said to Tirion Fordring when he received the message.
"Where?" Tirion Fordring asked anxiously. He thought that everyone in Tyr's Hand had been killed.
Lu Li led him through several buildings and stopped in front of a large collapsed house. Tirion Fordring's expression did not look too good. Were they all crushed under this house?
However, after a few seconds, he saw Lu Li walk down from a hole on the side. Not long after, he saw an underground hall. The people inside were all noisy and crying. Tirion Fordring roughly estimated that at least three thousand people were still alive.
Tyr's Hand only had a population of four to five thousand. If there were still three thousand survivors, it would be very good.
The original owner of this place might have accidentally dug an underground cave when he was digging a tunnel, so it could accommodate so many people.
Originally, they thought that these people were hiding down there, but after catching one of them and questioning him, they found out that these people were all locked down by Heigan Lavender. It was said that they would stay here to wait for the people from the Cult of the Damned to come and experiment on them.
The Cult of the Damned was now conducting experiments on living people. It was said that they could greatly improve the quality of the transformed Undead.
The Scourge Army had never been able to gain the upper hand in the battle against the Alliance, mainly because the quality of their low-end combat power was not good enough.
If one Undead soldier fought against a human soldier, the Undead soldier could win. If it was two against two, it was hard to say who would win. If it was five against five, the Undead soldiers would definitely be finished. They had no way of fighting back against the cooperation of intelligent creatures.
Therefore, improving the level of low-end combat power was the current research topic of the Cult of the Damned.
The existence of these three thousand people could quickly rebuild Tyr's Hand. Some of the defensive facilities could also be reinforced. The Undead in the future would definitely not be willing to lose Tyr's Hand again.
After all, Tyr's Hand was like a nail in the soles of Arthas and Kel 'Thuzad's feet.
However, it was unlikely that they would attack on a large scale. Tyr's Hand was not easy to attack. Otherwise, the Scarlet Crusade would not have been able to defend it for so many years. Moreover, with the pressure of the Alliance, the Scourge Army could not spare the main forces to deal with Tyr's Hand.
After the event was over, the strength of the NPCs and monsters in the Plaguelands would return to normal, and Tyr's Hand would be even less pressured.
Moreover, adventurers would soon pour into Naxxramas, and the Scourge Army would not have the time to deal with Tyr's Hand. Even if Arthas realized that Tirion Fordring was a threat to him, Tirion Fordring might not necessarily lose.
Lu Li breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that he would have to help defend Tyr's Hand.
It was not that he did not want to help defend, but the nature of the players determined that they were not real soldiers. They would go crazy if they had to defend an NPC territory every day, even if they took turns to be on duty.
Of course, if the NPCs were the main force, it would not be a problem to let the players help defend and earn some reputation.
After asking some survivors, Tirion Fordring found his Paladin veterans in a more secluded crypt. There were only a dozen survivors, almost all of them injured, some still unconscious. Forty to fifty of them had died in battle. Their corpses were arranged together, waiting for the Lich to transform them.
From this ratio of casualties, it could be seen that these Paladins were very difficult to capture. They would rather die in battle.
Tirion Fordring had clearly expected this outcome and was able to accept it calmly. He personally healed the injured Paladins and promised to avenge them.
"Boss, our Paladins will stay here," Drifting Rain said as he found Lu Li and volunteered to fight.
Drifting Rain was in charge of Ruling Sword's Paladins. He was a member of the Night Watchmen camp and had been active in Darkshire for a long time, assisting the Night Watchmen in fighting the Scourge Army.
A few of them had now mastered the skills of fighting on horseback, and could indeed fight with Tirion Fordring.
"I'll stay too," Her Tears said. Although he was also a Paladin, he was the leader of the Field Legion. He was responsible for fighting against hostile forces in the wild. The people under his command were all PVP fanatics, and it was easy for them to act on impulse. Tyr's Hand was very attractive to them.
Lu Li and the others couldn't continue to stay here. He needed to continue to participate in the Blackwing's Nest strategy.
Although they had already taken the First Clear of Blackwing's Nest, they had the Dragon Slayer's Roar buff when they killed the little Red Dragon. Killing the final Boss, Nefarian, also required a certain amount of luck. The second cooldown restarted, so it wasn't guaranteed that they would be able to defeat it.
The other clubs were still stuck with the little Red Dragon.
As for the Plaguelands, it was unlikely that they would encounter a Boss of Heigan Lavender's level. Even if they did, they wouldn't be able to defeat it without help. Just looking at the records of the other clubs, the losses caused by the team being wiped were enough to make them cry.
These few days were the days with the most First Clear announcements.
One after another, Scourge Bosses were killed, but no matter how they looked at it, none of them had any value.
The effort and the return were not proportional, so Ruling Sword wouldn't focus on the Plaguelands anymore. After all, it was only for these two days.
Lu Li said goodbye to Tirion Fordring and promised that before Tirion Fordring's reinforcements arrived, he would leave no less than 2000 people to help defend. In addition, Lord Metz Drakrep of the Eagle Nest Mountain would also send people to help defend as promised. Tyr's Hand no longer had anything to worry about.
"Thank you, my friend," Tirion Fordring said as he gave Lu Li a hug. "I didn't misjudge you. You are a warm-hearted and righteous person, even if you walk in the shadows."
"We are friends, esteemed Highlord. One day in the future, in order to fight against these damned Scourge, I might also build a stronghold on this land. It's all for Azeroth," Lu Li said seriously. If it wasn't for the fact that other players knew what kind of person he was, they might have been moved.
"Really?" Tirion Fordring's eyes lit up.
In fact, he didn't know that he would be so powerful soon. At this time, the Alliance Army had temporarily withdrawn from Light's Hope Chapel, so Tyr's Hand was isolated and without help. If Lu Li's people could really build a stronghold on this land, then they could at least look out for each other.
"When the time comes, I will need Highlord's help!" Lu Li nodded.
"When I needed help the most, it was you who reached out, my friend," Tirion Fordring promised solemnly. "The Paladins of the Silver Hand will fight for your stronghold!"
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