Melganis had a strong force in Northrend.

The reason why he did not appear when he arrived here from Alsace was to accumulate troops, with the purpose of waiting for Alsace to receive the grief of frost.

Relying on the high-tech brought by the dwarves who followed Muladin, the human base already has powerful firepower such as dwarf musketeers, steam tanks, helicopters, and mortar squads, but it is still difficult to resist the army of two ghosts in the world led by the Fear Demon King.

In particular, Melganis himself is not weaker than any of Arthas or Muladin. The dead spirit has a natural advantage when fighting against humans. Whenever a human warrior dies, the necromancer will use their undead witchcraft to turn them into a member of the undead clan.

For human warriors, the most difficult thing to fight against the undead is not the tragic battle process, but the need to face the companions who once fought side by side.

This is because the plague broke out in the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and the performance of the other soldiers who had not fought with the Undead would only be worse than them.

"Damn it, we can't stand it anymore!

Let farmers speed up the maintenance and never give up the final defense circle anyway.”

Muladin is indeed a fierce warrior. Among the soldiers of the Undead, he led the way, always standing in front of him, and under great pressure.

But even so, he still retreated.

There are too many undead army!

Because for every time he knocked down a ghoul, three or four ghouls would pounce on him.

Not to mention there are gargoyles eyeing in the sky. If the dwarf helicopters and musketeers on their side were not strong enough, the dark air force alone would be enough for them to drink a pot.

Relying on the base's large number of arrow towers and farmers who tried their best to repair it, Muladin finally led the human army to repel the charge of the undead.

Muladin didn't know how many times something like this had happened. He only remembered that there were several times when he almost lost the strength to lift the hammer and the axe. But when the ghoul and hatred rushed up again, another force emerged from somewhere in his body, supporting him to stand up again.

"Hey, thank you, little guy!"

Muladin couldn't help saying when he saw a priest performing healing magic to recover his injuries.

"Note your tone, dwarf", but the priest glanced at him indifferently, "I am much older than you."

After saying this, he went to treat other infantry and musketeers again.

"Well……"

Murading was suddenly a little embarrassed.

"Don't take it to heart, honorable Lord Muladin."

The person who spoke was DuPont, the infantry captain who was assigned by Xu Mochao to assist Muladin's defense. During this period, both sides fought side by side, and Muladin's brave combat style won the respect of everyone.

"Although these priests seem to be difficult to get along with, compared with those high-level elves who have left the alliance, they are truly selfless doctors and our most trusted partners on the battlefield. As long as their soul fire is there, we will never lack morale on the battlefield."

Muladin smiled. As the most loyal ally of mankind, as a dwarf, he naturally knew that these elves were much older than their appearance.

However, the dwarf's lifespan is also not short. When facing humans, he has become accustomed to regard himself as an elder. Unexpectedly, today he encounters a race that lives longer than him.

"Is Alsace still awake?"

"Your Highness the Prince is still sleeping." When Muladin asked Xu Mochao, the captain's face suddenly became solemn, "Grandmaster Muladin, if such an impact happens again, I'm worried..."

He said, turning around and looking at the infantry, dwarf musketeers, knights, priests, witches... except for the dwarfs flying steam tanks and planes that could not see clearly, everyone was exhausted and paralyzed.

Even the griffin knights had to fall from the air to the ground and seize the time to rest.

Because no one knows when the next attack of the Undead Army will come.

Don’t Muladin know this?

He even doubted whether he could still pick up the warhammer like he did just now.

The years of adventures outside weakened Muladin's Iron Fort accent, but he was always proud of these days. At this moment, he said, "Don't worry, captain, I will fight with you until the last moment of your life! It's just Alsace..."

He looked at Xu Mochao who was still sleeping soundly, and gritted his teeth and whispered to Captain DuPont in front of him, "When you have the chance, you will find a way to take this child back to Lordaeron. I will hold these damn undead!"

"How can that be?"

DuPont became anxious as soon as he heard this, "We won't run away! We won't abandon our comrades!"

"This is not an escape! It is a strategic transfer!"

Muladin was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at him, "I'm so old, it's nothing to die here. Do you want this young guy to die here like this?"

"But……"

"Nothing, but this is an order!"

"I said, "Old guy, it's not good to poach while I'm sleeping?"

Just as the two were arguing, a voice suddenly inserted into the conversation between the two, but the voice made both of them overjoyed.

"Your Highness, you're awake!"

"Arsace, are you okay?"

“It’s never been so good.”

Xu Mochao stretched out his long and stretched his waist. It took him several hours to finally completely suppress the sadness of Frost.

In the future, even if the Lich King is cheating, he will not be able to use this sword to influence him again.

He looked at the undead army and raised the hammer in his hand.

But when he saw a holy light under his head, Mulading suddenly felt that he had recovered his strength.

Immediately afterwards, several holy lights shone, all the seriously injured soldiers were surprised to find that their bodies were bathed in light, and the injuries on their bodies were recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"That's great, Alsace, you'll be in charge next!"

"Your Highness the Prince is awake!"

"For Lordaeron! For His Highness the Prince!"

People made a loud cheer.

The appearance of the Holy Light gave everyone a shot of heart-warming agent, which shows how powerful Arthas has in the army.

Xu Mochao is undoubtedly more suitable to command the troops than Muladin. Whether it is the sacred light that can heal friendly forces and harm the undead spirits, or the focus aura that can provide armor to friendly forces, they are skills that are very consistent with the commander of an army.

As for the sacred shield, it can play a role in protecting oneself to the greatest extent.

On the other hand, Muladin, the Storm Hammer, and the Thunder Strike, all three skills seem to be created by the magical skills that are built to charge and take the enemy's head on the neck.

So he is more suitable to be a general rather than a handsome man.

Xu Mochao put down his warhammer and raised the Frost Sorrow with his other hand:

"Come with me, soldiers! Today we will let this so-called undead tribe know the horror of death!"

Northrend's counterattack officially begins!
Chapter completed!