Endless years ago, on a planet deep in the universe, the ancestors of Nasrezm, the ancestors of Desellock, the original Nasrezm forged two weapons, one to manipulate death and the other to spread fear. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The arrogant Nasrezm had the power to manipulate minds, and they roamed the void until one day, they lured an incredibly powerful creature into the darkness, and that was Sargeras, the Bronze Titan, who destroyed Nasrezm's ancestral planet and turned them into his own subordinates at the first moment of entering the darkness.

Thousands of years later, a sword fell into the hands of Arthas, the prince of sorrow, who wanted to save the country, and became the authority to dominate the scourge of the undead, which was Frost Sorrow.

The other sword, the unruly magic sword that would never have its master, Apocalypse, fell into the hands of a dying paladin, who wanted to devour the wretched soul as he had done for thousands of years, but found that he could not shake the will of this creature, even a little.

So the Apocalypse also had a master, although it may only be a part of the journey of this magic sword, but at this time, facing the ancestral blade of Nasrezm, and the death knight who held the sword, Desailok, the powerful Dread Demon King, actually felt a tremor from the soul.

He's scared!

Yes, the Dreadlord was actually afraid, the demon could not be killed outside the void, he shouldn't be afraid, but Desailok knew that if he was really killed by this magic sword, he probably wouldn't even have a chance to be reborn.

It is the apocalypse! the magic sword that never obeys, devouring souls is only its hobby, although it does not need those souls, it exists to spread fear to every corner of the universe.

In the dark forest, no one spoke, but the atmosphere froze to the extreme.

Desailok stretched out his bone claws, Nasrezm's natural fear aura was in full swing, and he entered the combat mode, he looked at the death knight warily, he knew that if he didn't take it seriously, he probably wouldn't have a chance to get serious again.

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The moment Desailok was captured by the Grip of Death, he closed his eyes, and Gatherys, who was ready to meet death, paused for a moment, but then, he smiled indifferently.

Without Deselock's command, the surrounding undead crowded towards the encirclement, and the soldiers on the battle line shouted to save their marshal, but they couldn't stop the undead attack at all, and the rescue became a joke.

Gathiris was lying on the ground, and the blow of Desailok almost broke his spine, he couldn't move at all, and lay humbly in the blood, like an old dog with a broken backbone, desperately trying to struggle, trying to fight back, but he didn't even have the strength to hold his weapon.

It seems that even the sun does not want to see this miserable scene, does not want to see the sadness of the hero's twilight, the sun dimmed, and the whole sky was overcast.

The Generalissimo had fantasized about many ways to die, but he really didn't think that he would die in the siege of a group of walking corpses.

But since death is inevitable, let's make it more meaningful.

Gathiris closed his eyes, his heart became calm, and in this flashback before death, he thought of the town on the shores of Blackwood Lake, the intersection of Cowling, where he was born, and thought... I really want to smell the penny by the Blackwood Lake again, and I want to see those childhood friends again.

"Uh..."

Gathiris could feel the walking corpses scratching at his body, he could feel the blood flowing from his body, but he didn't feel the pain anymore, he could even see the shadow of death appear before his eyes, it was a fragment of life, quickly dissipating before his eyes.

This is the feeling of death coming.

"The Fourth Legion... Fight to the death, don't retreat!"

This was Gasseris's final order, and it was also his promise to the young man, and he wanted to fulfill this promise, not only to preserve his faith, but also to see if the young man would become the second protector of the land after his death.

"Stratholme Warband! Charge! Charge!"

The faint sound of the trumpet, the faint shouting of killing, and the tremor of the war horse trampling the earth, so slight, but like a heavy hammer, smashed into his heart, making Gasseris's dim state of mind excited again.

Tears blurred his eyes, and at this moment when his life was about to end, not because of pain, not because of timidity, but because of a complete victory, before death came, he finally found that successor.

The fool who loved the land as much as he did.

Dick is coming... He came with his promise!

It's great that I've finally... I can finally go with peace of mind.

Lordaeron, I'm coming!

"The Fourth Legion... Charge!"

Two minutes ago, on the shore between Thurberchel and Fenris Island, fifteen huge blue portals lined up, like the sun tearing through the haze, appeared in this not very wide area, and heavily armed paladins rode out of the portals on their horses, shields and weapons on their backs.

Herold, Dalyan, Redpass, Davey and even Miss Abydis, Colfax, this time, the Stratholme Warband were not acting alone, and the permanent garrison of the Chapel of Light's Wish, who were also assigned to Dick's command.

Fifteen giant portals, 15 paladins can walk out every second, and after 2 minutes, 2,000 paladins as the vanguard will stand on the riverbank, they are on their horses, without saying a word, everyone knows what they are about to face, and when they step into this battlefield, everyone is also prepared.

Except for the occasional neighing of war horses, the entire river beach was silent.

Dick wears silver armor and carries the iconic fire of justice on his back, but he still carries a crusader hammer in his hand, which looks a bit nondescript, but no one will dispute this.

Dick slung his helmet above his head, and he swept through the dense crowd of humans, elves, and dwarves, but now, they had a common name, the Silver Hand, and today, they would show their resolve once again.

"Brothers, knights, warriors!"

"You already know what we're up against!"

"The Fourth Army held out on the front for 2 whole days, just to wait for our reinforcements"

"Now, here we are!"

"I'll not say more useless nonsense,"

"Raise your weapons and sharpen your teeth. ”

"Tell Arthas and his mongrel army with deeds,"

"Here we are!"

"Tell our brothers who are still holding on with action,"

"Here we are!"

"Blow!

Herold excitedly grabbed the horn on his waist, mustered up all his strength, and put it to his mouth, and the next moment, the sound of the horn representing the attack spread throughout Seberchel and the surrounding dense forest.

Dick urged his horses and began to slowly speed up, his plan was crazy, attacking from the flanks of the least 5W undead, splitting them up to meet the counterattack of the Fourth Legion.

He believed that Gasseris had definitely made a plan to fight back, that man, that man who would not be defeated. Dick gritted his teeth and reached forward, and a brilliant aura burst out of him, enveloping most of the Knights.

Aura of Punishment!

But this was not the end, the next moment, another round of golden aura burst open, enveloping again.

Protective aura!

This is one of the rewards for Dick to complete the Raiders of Quel'Thalas, the second aura to be activated, and with the blessing of both auras, he is guaranteed to minimize the damage of the Knights.

"Don't die!

The knights shrouded in aura, when the huge amount of holy light exploded, the dim sky was illuminated, and without the command of the observer and commander Desero, the undead could not do any effective defense in the face of the knights charging from the side.

Like a hot table knife pierced into butter, with a rumbling vibration, accompanied by the knights' shouts of killing, a path of ashes fluttered behind the charging paladin.

Charge!

In front of the silver war horse, not a walking corpse, the ghoul is still an abomination, nothing seems to be able to stop Dick and the knights behind him from charging, Dick doesn't even need to take out his weapon, under the high-speed gallop of the war horse, he can clearly feel the whirring wind, and can see those undead who were knocked away, burned into ashes by a huge amount of holy light.

Suddenly there was a clear vision of the undead's battle array, but it wasn't enough!

After maneuvering his horse around the ground in a large circle, Dick did not wait for all the knights to return to their positions, and when more than 30 knights gathered behind him, Dick began to accelerate again.

The tragic situation on the front of the Fourth Legion, and their brave momentum, made all the knights participating in the battle high-spirited, and they were eager to kill all the undead here, the second round of impact, the third round of impact!

Under the leadership of the commanders of their respective squads, the Stratholme Warband launched a unique small group attack system, the Silver Hand Battle Banner and the Stratholme Battle Banner bound by the war horses flew on the battlefield, and the undead who were originally arrogant and domineering and seemed completely invincible could only become lambs to the slaughter after encountering their natural enemies.

The line of skeleton shooters and skeleton mages was wiped out in less than 5 minutes under the onslaught of the knights led by Dick.

Dick rode on his horse, saw the tide of the undead that had been completely divided, and looked at Abydis, Colfax and Liadeline behind him, the first two little ones of the same age as him, but they were all involved in such a large-scale battle at one time, Colfax was fine, but Miss Abydis's face was a little pale.

As for Lady Liadrin, although the "new knight" with the full face armor could not see her expression, judging by her panting performance, she still failed to quickly adapt to the paladin's fighting style.

But now was not the time to pity the jade, Dick shook the blood-stained crusader hammer in his hand, and used the power of the lord for the first time, giving him a dreamlike feeling, when the power reached another level, the former opponents became worms that could be crushed at will.

Just now, he smashed a hateful head with a hammer, and the feeling of relief made him feel slightly uncomfortable, and Dick shook his head, threw this thought out of his mind, and gave orders to his temporary adjutant.

"Abydis, you are responsible for leading 10 squads to support the counterattack of the Fourth Legion, Colfax, you take 10 squads and continue to cut through the line of the undead, as for you, Liadeline, I give you a special mission to search for the traces of Marshal Gathiris, if you can... Save him!"

If there were doubts about Dick before, today's big scene is enough to prove Dick's bravery, Colfax, who was still very unconvinced, saw Dick's harsh eyes stay on him, he swallowed his saliva, reached out and knocked on his breastplate, jumped the horse's head, and went towards the battlefield of the melee.

Liadline may not have come to her senses yet, as a high-ranking priest, she had never seen such a battle before, let alone participated in it in person, although her strength was already able to crush the vast majority of people present, she did not yet have the mentality of a real warrior.

So Dick could only let her do these little things, and Liadline did not express her dissatisfaction with Dick's order, and soon entered the chaotic battlefield.

Abidis had more of a problem, she grasped the reins of her horse with her white left hand, and her sword in her right hand, and it was evident that the new commander of the Hand of Tyr was a little nervous, and she looked at Dick,

"And what about you? Where are you going? You're the Supreme Commander here!"

Dick set his eyes on the dense forest on the edge of the battlefield, where there were two breaths fighting, he could feel it, it was the aura of darkness, the level was a little worse, Abidis couldn't feel it.

Dick maneuvered his horse and walked in the direction of the jungle, he patted Abidis on the shoulder and whispered,

"I've got my business, Abydis, you'll have to learn to be a real field commander, and I'm sure you have the potential!"

After flying a hammer and smashing the ghoul blocking the road for more than ten meters, Dick turned over and dismounted, he thought about it, decisively put the crusader hammer in the pocket of the war horse, and pulled out the fire of justice from behind his back.

"Anvina, break the seal, I need the power of the Holy Hammer!"

"Don't... Don't go over, Dick, people can feel it, there's me there... Ahem, the dark forces you can't fight!"

"Huh?"

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