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On the ground battlefield, the battle between the Paladins and the undead is raging, but after the Scarlet Crusaders who rushed to hear the news also joined the battlefield from the flanks, the undead were almost beaten into a sieve by the fanatical Scarlet Knights in front of the Anubisas Guard and the Earth Spirit Legion.

The commander-in-chief of the front, Tirio Fortin, was already preparing to retreat, and the task of luring the enemy had been completed, but after this small number, but brave and outrageous blood knights, rushed into the battlefield, he noticed that something was wrong at the first time, these blood paladins' performance was too strong, which was not at all the same as the malaise in the previous battle, it seemed... It seems that these guys have found that kind of pillar that supports crazy beliefs.

Ferding turned his head to look towards the flank of the battle line, and soon, he saw the familiar figure.

He rode on a warhorse, and without the domineering slash of holy light as before, he wielded the weapons in his hands with the other Scarlet Knights, slashing and slashing the undead, no longer like an invincible hero, but more realistic.

Old Mograine, he had finally returned, the Ashbringer in his hand dimmed, but whenever the sword was raised, it was still the same as before, always stirring up a frenzied cheer in the cluster of charging knights.

They don't give up on old Mograine because he lost his strength, they don't get weakened because they lose the Ember Bringer, on the contrary, this particular legion, after the frustrated man returned to the battlefield, found the soul again, and this time, after the shameful betrayal, they became more determined.

The indomitable will!

But they rushed so fast that they even broke away from the whole line, piercing into the depths of the undead like sharp knives, and when the knights' charge was stopped, they were bound to find themselves in a very difficult situation.

Tirio felt the excitement run through him for a long time, he couldn't watch his old brother die on the battlefield, he was no longer an invincible Ember Bringer, and such a rush would probably kill him!

Furding threw the telescope in his hand to the adjutant, pulled out the long sword at his waist with a puff, and raised it high.

"Warriors of the Holy Light, our brothers are fighting bravely on the front line! Come with me! Let them see the will of the warriors of the Northern Frontier!"

"Silver Hand!

The situation of Old Fording Almost all paladins know that he has been abolished by the power of the Holy Light, and he has become old in the devastation of the years, and even a death knight cannot match it, in most cases, Fording will not take the initiative to join the battlefield, but at this moment, after seeing the figure of the same old Mograini, Fording feels that the courage has returned to his body.

So what if there is no Light?

I still have my sword, I still have my courage!

I can charge, I can fight!

Tyran, who was standing beside Fordin, couldn't stop his father's footsteps at all, and the other paladins didn't react, but just as Old Fording rode his war horse and rushed down the hill with his sword raised, the paladin's footsteps also moved, and the paladins of the last reserve team chanted the name of courage and followed behind Fordin, bravely joining the battlefield.

The Holy Light was shining, and soon, the speed of this army was raised to the limit, like an arrow composed of light, everywhere it went, all the undead were overturned to the ground, and the most surprising thing was that the old Fordin, who was a mortal, did not fall behind, he was like returning to his youngest days, leading the fearless knights to gallop on the battlefield.

He felt some kind of power reviving in his body, and it was not an illusion.

Four years later, when Fording once again galloped on the battlefield in the name of courage, he felt that the blood of the past had returned to his body, and the old body had come back to life!

On this battlefield, the will of the veteran returned to his soul, and he looked behind him, his son, like his former self, fearless and brave, he became a qualified paladin, and he will become a hero in the future.

And the young soldiers, they are hope! the flame of hope in Lordaeron!

How can they be allowed to perish here?

Ferding sped up again, leading the paladins in the direction of the Scarlet Crusaders surrounded by the undead, where Alessandro was fighting to the death, that madman!

It's like on the battlefield of the former orcs, even if he fights to the point of a single soldier, he is not willing to retreat!

"Don't die! bastard! You still have something to do!"

Old Fording was shouting, a sword piercing a rushing ghoul, and a faint light shone on the edge of his sword in a corner that he hadn't even noticed.

Old Mograine also saw Old Ferdin, who was rushing towards him, that old brother, the guy who had fought bloody battles together, was he crazy?

He has long lost the power of the Holy Light, and in such a cruel battlefield, even a ghoul will kill him!

"Go back! Fordin, don't come here!"

The old knight shouted, turned around and attached the weak holy light in his body to the cold weapon, and slashed the skeleton warrior who pounced on him with a single sword, but he was soon surrounded by more undead, he was like a weak tiger, surrounded by coyotes, although he was still fighting, but that tragic momentum was fully displayed.

This guy is here to die!

"Bang"

A death knight smashed Mograini in the back with a war hammer in his hand, and the old knight was smashed and flew out, his injuries had not yet healed, and the power of the Holy Light was also very weak, and such something hit his wound again, and this blow almost made old Mograini ineffective.

The undead commander also recognized the identities of Old Mograine and Old Verdin, and the lich laughed wildly and kept all the undead who could command out of the battle circle, and even gave up the advantage of the battlefield to make up his mind to kill the two leaders of the Northern Paladins here.

As long as you defeat them, the Scourge will be victorious sooner or later!

Tyran led the paladins with a frenzied onslaught that was almost not afraid of life and death, but he was entangled by a steady stream of undead spirits, and could only watch his father rush into the undead battle line alone.

The young paladin had never been so scared as he was now, he never thought he would say goodbye to his father in this situation, he didn't want to be like that, but...

Tyran frantically grabbed the herald by the collar beside him and roared,

"Blow the trumpet, send the signal, get all the moving paladins and soldiers to come, the decisive battle begins!

The herald was stunned for a moment, he glanced at the battlefield around him, and instantly understood that Fording and Mograini were under siege, and once they died here...

The herald could not imagine what would happen next, and without hesitation, he took out the flare on his waist and held it high into the sky, and when the special blood-red silver hand insignia burst in the air, all the soldiers of the entire East and West Dalongmir saw the emblem.

These include the Hand of Stratholme and Tyre, as well as the Chapel of the Light's Wish.

Brigitte, who was with Brigitte tied to his chair, put the blade of anger behind his back with a serious face when he saw the blood-colored sign from the window, he glanced at Brigitte, leaned down, and kissed the stubborn current general of the Scarlet Crusader on the forehead.

This made Bridget's eyes widen, and as Darien turned to leave, Miss Abydis screamed,

"What are you going to do, bastard!"

"The decisive battle has begun, Bridget, I'm going to war, and if I can come back, I'll apologize to you!"

"Lady Merlin, please send Bridget to Quel'Thalas, please!"

"Bastard, let me go! Don't leave me alone, bastard!"

At this moment, whether they wanted to or not, all the soldiers of the northern frontier rushed to Sidaronmir as fast as possible, and the decisive battle broke out, and the outbreak was so unexpected.

Old Mograini struggled to hold himself on to the ashes bringer, and in his blurred vision, he could only see Old Fording jumping off his horse, slashing the surrounding undead with a sword, and approaching him with difficulty.

"Don't come here... Go back, Fordin... Go back!"

The old knight was thrown to the ground by a ghoul, and with the last of his strength he blocked the ash bringer in front of him, struggling to stop the ghoul's teeth from biting, and Fording saw this scene, and at this critical moment, he subconsciously waved his left hand, wanting to use the holy light to destroy the ghoul.

But Ferding suddenly realizes that he has been stripped of the power of the Light, and that old Mograini is dying!

Miracles, Ferding has never been so hungry for miracles as he is now.

"Show me! Merciful Light, show me your existence! Dick said he had seen you with his own eyes, and if you really existed, show me this miracle! He can't die here!"

"Well, this reason is not bad, so let it be as you wish!"

"Buzz"

The power that was so strange that Fording was at a loss for something erupted from his body, and at this moment, the pillar of holy light that penetrated the sky and the earth caused the entire battlefield to fall into a temporary standstill.

Tyran, who was fighting with the Death Knight, turned his head to look at the location of the Holy Light Explosion, and at this moment, the long sword in his hand fell with a bang, if it weren't for the Death Knight who was also frozen in place, I'm afraid this second would be enough to kill Tyran.

But the reality is that in this almost mortal environment, his father, Tirio Fortin, who had been stripped of the Light four years earlier, has awakened the Light again, and this time, far stronger than he vaguely remembers!

The light was so blazing that the undead on the entire battlefield screamed, and within the burst pillar of light, all the necromancers were purified, and the ashes of the ground fluttered in the wind.

Old Fording was half-kneeling on the ground, like a baptized believer, the wrinkles on his face had been smoothed out, and his weak body was once again filled with strength, which was the gift of the Holy Light.

But he didn't have time to thank the Holy Light, but walked quickly to the side of old Mograine, the old knight's breath was already weak, and Fordin's hand held Mograine's palm tightly,

"Alessandro, get up, bastard! How can you die here! Wake me up!"

The old knight opened his eyes with difficulty, and in Tirio Ferdin's treatment, he felt a trace of warmth regain in his cold body, and he looked at the holy flames surging around the old Ferdin's body, and showed a satisfied smile,

"Ahem, Tirio... I knew that you would be a hero, and you would always surprise people. ”

"Don't talk, Alessandro, you need to rest now! We'll win, Uther will be rescued, we'll win!

"No, Fordin, no. ”

Old Mograine struggled to put the cold sword in front of him, "Take it, Tirio, take it, and become an Ember Bringer, we need an Ember Bringer." ”

"Bastard! You've got to survive!"

Ignoring the nearby artifact, Fordin took Mograine's hand with both hands and shouted, "There's only one Ember Bringer! That's you, Alessandro, it's not this damn sword that made you an Ember Bringer, it's you who gave it the name of the Ember Bringer, cheer me up!"

The paladin looked up at the sky, and shouted to the empty sky as the surrounding undead rushed over to the ashes one after another,

"Merciful Light, look your eyes here! there is a believer of yours, save him!"

"Smack"

Time seemed to stop at this moment, and in the hopeful eyes of Fording and old Mograine, a golden light bloomed in the sky, a shining star swirl in the universe, the place of the first light that pierced the endless darkness in the sacred place filled with holy light.

With a burst of sunny laughter, the great will came down to the world again, and his tone was as brisk as it had been in Dick's world,

"I have to thank this world, Azeroth, for being so different, so weak, but in this weak world, there are always mortal heroes who amaze me. ”

"The Legion of Light will have your place, and after all the chaos in this world has subsided, you will be exalted and will bear my name and fight to the death against endless chaos and darkness, but before that, I need a reason! Alessandro Mograini, Tirio Fortin, my faithful believers, tell me that after all the worst things in the mortal world, are you still willing to fight for me?"

"I do!"

"I... I do! In the name of revenge!"

"Hahaha! knights in the name of salvation, knights in the name of revenge, look at this magical world, look at these warriors who fought to the death, I may have to thank Dick for leading my eyes to fall here in advance, otherwise I should miss how many legendary stories of warriors!"

"In this way, I will sublimate you, and remember your faith, which is the source of your true strength. ”

"Take that sword, and become a true Ashbringer!Alessandro, one day... You will understand the meaning of your existence, and that will be a great honor. ”

"By the way, tell Dick, who is still confused, that I am waiting for his reason. ”