Traveling through World of Warcraft

The undead are coming like a tide, the number of soldiers is getting smaller and smaller, and their defense lines are gradually broken by the undead. Arthas stood on the battlefield, his face pale and his heart full of worry. He began to wonder if the battle would be lost and if his men would be able to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

Suddenly, Alsace heard a commotion behind him. He turned his head and saw a shocking scene: some dead soldiers suddenly climbed up from the ground, their eyes flashed with evil light, and their bodies exuded a putrid smell. These undead pounced on their former comrades, attacking without mercy.

Arthas' heart was filled with despair and anger, and he couldn't believe his eyes. These dead soldiers were once brave warriors who gave their lives to defend their homeland. Now, they have become slaves of the undead, attacking their own compatriots.

This plague was a cruel self-destructive massacre. The young and energetic prince Arthas watched helplessly as the plague spread before his eyes, but was unable to stop it. He felt deeply powerless and hopeless, as if he was a helpless bystander. Nothing can be changed.

To make matters worse, the plague spreads at an alarming rate and continues to mutate, becoming more terrifying. Alsace was the only one who witnessed all this, and his heart was filled with pain and sorrow.

He tried his best to find a cure for the plague, but it was too late. He saw people falling sick and soldiers standing up quickly after dying, seeing towns turned into ruins, and seeing the world collapse before his eyes.

Arthas felt that he had a great responsibility, but he was powerless to do anything about it. His heart was bleeding, his soul was crying, and he didn't know what to do to make it stop.

He could only pray silently, hoping that the Holy Light would bless the world and his people, so that the plague would end soon. But he also knew that this was just a luxury wish. In this world, some things are irreversible and some pain is unavoidable.

Arthas deeply felt his own insignificance and powerlessness, his heart was suffering in pain, and his soul was trembling in despair. But he also knows that he cannot give up, he must continue to move forward. Only strong power can protect his people, for the world, and for those who are still alive.

Arthas' anger reached its peak. He raised the hammer in his hand and rushed towards the undead in the name of the Holy Light. His hammer shimmered with holy light in the air, each slash filled with hatred for the undead and compassion for the dead soldiers. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice became hoarse and low, like a roar from hell.

Under the leadership of Alsace, the soldiers also mustered up their last courage and launched a desperate struggle with the undead. The battlefield was filled with sounds of fighting and screams, and blood dyed the earth red. It's a brutal battle with no winners, just endless death and pain.

There are more and more undead, and the soldiers' defense line is crumbling under their fierce attack, as if they will be defeated at any time. Alsace and his soldiers tried their best to fight the undead, but their strength gradually failed and they were about to be overwhelmed by the undead.

Suddenly, a bunch of undead were frozen in place, and a blizzard fell from the sky.

As a mage, Chen Yu stood in the center of the battlefield, surrounded by a group of ferocious undead. They exuded an aura of decay, holding weapons that shimmered with cold light, and approached Chen Yu step by step.

Chen Yu took a deep breath, concentrated, and began to recite the spell. Chen Yu's fingers drew complex symbols in the air, and magic surged through my body. With the sound of my spell, the surrounding air became colder, and a layer of frost gradually covered my hands.

Chen Yu raised his hands and directed the spells released by the undead. A ray of ice-blue light shot out from my hand and flew straight towards the undead group. Wherever the light struck, the undead were instantly frozen in place, unable to move.

However, this was only Chen Yu's first wave of attacks. Chen Yu then began to recite another spell, and a blizzard began to fall in the sky. White snowflakes fell one after another, interacting with the frost on the undead bodies, making it even more difficult for them to move.

Chen Yu did not intend to give the undead any chance to breathe. Chen Yu used magic again, and a huge ice pick condensed in my hand. Chen Yu threw the ice cone into the group of undead, and it spun rapidly in the air. Wherever it went, the undead were smashed into pieces.

Chen Yu continued to use various spells to defeat the undead one by one. His magic is cold and powerful, making them irresistible. Their bodies gradually shattered under Chen Yu's attack, and eventually turned into ice slag on the ground.

Hold on, Your Highness, I see our reinforcements. They are already here. Alsace looked up at me and then looked into the distance

At this critical moment, Uther arrived in time with his cavalry. He stood on the battlefield, looking at the tragic scene in front of him, and he was filled with emotions. He knew what victory in this battle meant to them, and how great the difficulties they faced were.

Uther raised the hammer in his hand and shouted loudly to the soldiers: "Warriors, we cannot let these evil undead succeed! For the sake of Lordaeron and freedom, let us fight together and destroy these terrifying monsters!"

When the soldiers heard Uther's cry, their hearts suddenly surged with pride and ambition. They held the weapons in their hands tightly, let out a deafening roar, and rushed towards the undead.

On the battlefield, swords flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere. The soldiers fought fiercely against the undead, using their lives to defend their homes and loved ones. Under the command of Uther, the reinforcements worked closely with Alsace's troops to form a solid line of defense.

However, there are too many undead. They keep coming and it seems that they will never be able to kill them all. During the battle, the soldiers fell one after another, but they did not flinch at all. They know that only by persevering can they win.

Uther took the lead, wielding the huge hammer in his hand, and launched a fierce battle with the undead. His hammering technique was like a gust of wind and rain, killing one undead after another under the hammer. Inspired by him, the soldiers also showed extraordinary fighting power and launched a desperate struggle with the undead.

Lordaeron's reinforcements are increasing, and the undead's defenses are slowly shrinking. The balance of war has finally arrived!

Attack...attack... Uther shouted

After a fierce battle, the undead were finally driven back. The soldiers looked at each other's scars and tired faces, and their hearts were filled with joy and pride. They know that victory in this battle is hard-won and was earned with their lives and sweat.

Uther looked at these brave soldiers with respect in his heart. He knew that it was because of the fearless sacrifice and firm belief of these soldiers that they could win this battle. Although this battle was cruel, it also made them more united and determined. They firmly believe that as long as they work together, there is no difficulty that is insurmountable.

After the victory in the defense of Andorhal, Chen Yu, Jaina and Arthas stood on the broken city wall, looking in the direction of Stratholme in the distance.

Chen Yu turned to look at Alsace. His face was still tired after the battle, but his eyes were full of determination. They knew that the prince was worried about the people of Stratholme, that the threat of plague still existed, and that they must act as soon as possible.