Several paladins tried to rush over to block the gap and use holy light to purify the undead that came in, but they fell to Frostmourne.

Not only that!

Their corpses were also pulled up and transformed into death knights, then turned around to join Andorhal's sequence.

"No!!!!!!!!"

Upon seeing this, Ballard immediately charged like crazy.

He knew very well what it would mean to the refugees gathered in the city once the city wall was breached.

But just two or three seconds later, a sharp and cold sword penetrated the chest of the Silver Hand Paladin.

The shining silver armor did not have any protective effect at all. It was pierced as easily as butter, and even the blood that flowed out was quickly frozen into ice cubes by the ultra-low temperature.

"It would be great if you were half as good as your tongue. At least you can help me pass the boring time a little bit." Alsace sneered and mocked.

Then he suddenly activated the power of Frostmourne and turned the opponent into a death knight.

There is no doubt that ordinary Silver Hand Paladins are no longer a match for Alsace, and are often killed without even being able to withstand a single confrontation.

Some of them successfully escaped the transformation of evil artifacts because of their firm belief in the Holy Light, but more of them had their souls torn apart and turned into puppets who lost their free will.

At this moment, the entire Paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand are like the reserves of the Death Knights of the Scourge.

Basically, as many as came died, and most of them were successfully transformed.

By the time they entered the streets of the city, the number of death knights had reached more than thirty.

Coupled with the ghouls and zombies transformed from the corpses of soldiers, the Scourge Legion not only suffered no losses at all, but actually increased its number by more than three times compared to before the siege.

In particular, Arthas himself seemed to really enjoy the feeling of slaughtering his former colleagues.

Whenever a paladin appears, he will immediately rush over on his invincible horse and kill the opponent.

When he arrived at the gate of the military camp where the Knights were stationed, he finally saw the figure he once admired so much.

"Long time no see. You seem to be much older, Uther."

Alsace paused the killing and slowly approached on his horse.

"Your father ruled this land for decades and worked hard to make it prosperous and wealthy, but you only used a few days to make all these efforts come to nothing."

Uther stared intently at the prince who had completely taken on the appearance of a dead man, as if he were a volcano about to erupt.

He couldn't imagine why the disciple who was willing to sacrifice himself for the people would become like this, and why he would commit such a brutal act as killing his father and mother. If you like destroying a magical civilization with a sneeze, please collect it:
Chapter completed!