Tyre's hand was silent. The town was once lively. After the plague began to spread, the old knights in the city resisted the bones and sticks.

Until now, the war between the two armies began, Kelthuzad sent Hilgei Ravendre to carry out a cleanup mission here.

The so-called cleanup naturally means turning Tyr's hand into a plague section.

Hilgay Lavendre was once a member of Dalaran Mage, a heterogeneous among Dalaran Mages. When other mages were obsessed with arcane energy and elemental summoning, he was only interested in poisons, microorganisms and transformed animals.

The Dalaran Council was very annoyed by his incompatible behavior. If it weren't for his extremely high talent in cursed dark magic, he might have expelled him from the Council long ago.

Of course, Hilgei also knew the dissatisfaction of the parliament with him, but those superficial arcane energy were of no value in his eyes.

"Arcane magic is powerful, but what else can he do when the magician consumes all his magic power? The poison is different. It can work at any time, anywhere, and only the stupid council will regard it as a heresy."

Although the parliament did not have an excuse to restrict Hilgai's research, they secretly set various obstacles for Hilgai's research.

Unbearable, Hilgai had to leave Dalaran and go to Andorhar, where a sudden plague was happening, and these plagues were about what Hilgai was interested in.

When Hilge was working hard to study the plague in Andorhal in order to find out which could be cured of the terrible disease, Kelthuzad found him. To this former colleague, Hilge was just polite, because he knew clearly that the initiator of the plague was the man in a strange black robe in front of him.

Facing Hilge's cold tone, Kelthuzad was not angry. He opened a portal and invited Hilge to go with a smile.

Hesitated for a while, but Hilgai walked into the portal. A perfect laboratory appeared in front of Hilgai, and countless men in black robes were busy working here, and strange creatures wandered in the cultivation room next to him.

“Where is this?”

"This is your future laboratory. Are you satisfied? No one interferes in your research, no one will limit your talents, no one will kill your passion!"

"Yeah...a very good place, are there any conditions?"

"Join the Cursed Church, this plague is not something you can stop by alone. Instead of becoming its last victim, why not create a new plague with me? Isn't poison your favorite? You can also take revenge on the stupid Dalaran Council who despises you so much."

"It sounds tempting, but can I think about it?"

"Of course, my friend, you will have one day," Kelthuzad smiled strangely, "You can no longer be in the future."

The second half of the sentence was so light that no one else heard it. That night, Shirgai Ravendre died at Andorhal's home. The plague devoured his life and gave him a new life.

In the new laboratory, Hilgai was busy working, and a new plague was constantly born in his hands.

Not only humans, but also the animals and plants in this area have become victims of plague. Thanks to Hilgei's masterpiece, the surrounding areas of the Kingdom of Lordaeron are now called "plaguelands", so his purpose of appearing in the hands of Tyre is self-evident.

When Lu Li saw those familiar pot of plague, he knew that the Scourge was sent by Hilgai Ravendre this time.

Although he has not experienced the Lich transformation ceremony, Hilgei Ravendre obviously should not be humiliated easily. In fact, he is more difficult than almost all Lichs. His attainments in poison are extremely admired and feared by Lu Li. After all, Lu Li is also an expert in poison research.

"May the Holy Light be with me..." More than a dozen paladins were praying.

They will rush into the town as a sharp knife under the leadership of Tirio Fordine, and then others will follow behind and cover up and kill.

The Scourge did not have much tight defense, but they were dead, tired, and did not need to rest. They wandered around the town all day long. Lu Li and Tyrio Fording could only give up the idea of ​​sneaking in and rescuing the prisoners first.

The paladin held the war hammer and rode on the war horse under the armored guards, charging forward silently.

The undead that emerged from the town was more silent than them.

The holy light appeared on the warhammer, becoming more and more dazzling, illuminating a large area around it. This dazzling light seemed to have caused great damage to the undead. Black smoke emerged from their bodies, and some of them had turned into dust before they rushed to the Paladin.

A huge suture monster appeared in front of him, and he threw out the iron chain in his hand and hooked the Paladin on the war horse.

The stitch monster is also called abomination. It is a powerful ground hand-to-hand combat unit of the Scourge Legion. It is made by the Curse God Cult using various corpses to stitch together through dark magic. It has a certain magic resistance, outstanding defense and hand-to-hand combat ability, and does not move slowly like the stitch giant.

The wizards of the Cursed God Cult loaded a large number of infected plagues and maggots into these tons of monsters. In the fierce battle, hated can suck deadly larvae at the enemy and emit deadly plague gas.

Even when hatred is about to be killed, they can still activate the self-destruct device on their bodies to let these creepy crawlers touch every corner.

The abhorrent that Lu Li saw was the latest version of the high-end product. He could use the iron hook in his hand to pull long-distance enemy units to his side. Once he was close, even the Paladin who was stronger than the abhorrent was in danger of his life.

This Paladin is not young anymore, with gray hair and beard and wrinkles on his forehead.

He was not panicked at this moment, and he quickly muttered a few syllables. Then he was shrouded in golden light, and the iron hook returned without help. Before the huge suture monster could recover his iron hook, the two paladins suddenly changed lanes in the middle. Their speed was fast and rushed past the suture monster like lightning.

The warhammer hits the stitching monster and directly blows the stitching monster.

Flesh, plague, and maggots scattered everywhere, but they could not contaminate the paladins. The holy light shrouded on their bodies smashed and burned them all, leaving no ash behind.

It is indeed worthy of being the hand of silver!

Lu Li sighed in his heart, looking at the current players, Paladins, let alone such an understatement, obviously at least the quasi-boss template stitching monsters, they can't even fight immediately.

However, the performance of the NPC Paladin greatly inspired the players' Paladins.

They seemed to have seen the brilliant future of this profession, and these people always believed that Paladins were a great profession.
Chapter completed!