In the Battle of Baishui River, judging from the results, the alliance counted more than 20,000 casualties, the six main corps were withdrawn, and the soldiers who escaped by luck almost had a nervous breakdown, and they looked frightened when they talked about the battle situation at that time.

Judging by the outcome of this battle, the Horde seems to have become unstoppable.

If it weren't for Uther's efforts to turn the tide, the alliance would have been in disgrace.

As a close confidant of Terenus, Uther faithfully fulfilled his knightly ways. Although his subordinates respectfully call him "Lord Uther", there is also a lot of criticism of him in private.

Dead-headed, rigid, mean, coffin-faced.

If it weren't for Uther's ability to be strict with himself and treat everyone equally, he would have been shot in the back by the soldiers.

But in this battle, under the screaming roar of meteors in the sky, under the impact of wolf cavalry accompanied by hellfire, on the banks of the Baishui River shrouded in despair, the name of the Lightbringer resounded through the mountains.

Forget the flowers of that year, forget the helplessness of that year, there is only a sea of light.

The Flame of Sacrifice is equipped with an anti-magic shell, and the power of rage increases in size, and the Hellfire, which weighs more than five tons on average, crushes the soldiers of the Alliance with unparalleled might.

Even if there are fearless warriors who sacrifice their lives, how can a rock soaked in demonic energy be a mortal thing that can be easily destroyed by an ordinary sword?

The flames of evil energy scorched the warrior's body, the huge body destroyed the will to resist, and the hellfire dragging the huge flame tail continued to fall from the sky, and the earth trembled.

There are already soldiers who throw away their weapons in despair and kneel to die, obsessively clinging to the name of their mother or lover, giving up the will to live.

It was Uther, the one who seemed a bit of a rigid dogma to the others, who led his disciples to meet him.

"Ah, it's Uther. Although he checked my post, received my books, fined me for my salary, and sued me, he is actually still a very good guy, he runs against the sunset. Reminds me of my lost youth. ”

Many people watched Uther rush out with such thoughts.

However, the expected flesh and blood did not appear, and the imaginary hero's end did not appear, and what appeared was the sea of light.

As majestic as the sea, as bright as the sun, the paladin named Uther was favored by the Light.

Ordinary soldiers were able to knock off a layer of the skin of these rock monsters before they were scorched by the Sacrificial Flames. But these murderous and bloodthirsty hellfires had no one in front of Uther.

Evil power and light as the ultimate power embodiment of chaos and order. From the moment the universe was born, it was incompatible.

In the case of a flaming rock monster that looks like a natural disaster to mortals, it is smashed to pieces by Uther's hammer after hammer.

Although Uther didn't know that destroying the Burning Core would destroy Hellfire, the Birth Paladin had his own way of thinking.

Since I can't find the key point, I'll smash you to pieces.

Thus, the surging and majestic light destroyed all the hellfires that tried to smash Uther to the ground.

Although Uther surprised everyone, the defeat of the alliance was decided, and Uther's fight back was just a chance for everyone to escape.

"Retreat!"

Eventually, the Legion Commanders realized that nothing could be done. An order to retreat was given.

But orcs are not stupid, with the shock of secret weapons. Crazy with the power of the devil to reap the feats of war.

The retreat of the coalition side was only a fraction of the better than the rout.

Because of the bridge that Uther guarded, no orc could pass through.

In early spring, the Whitewater River was so cold that the hellfire that tried to pass through the river was carried away by the raging river, and the hard rock skin cracked under the drastic temperature changes.

The simple temporary bridge was constantly destroyed by the orcs. The human soldiers, who had no way to escape, tried to jump into the river to escape, but they were no stronger than Hellfire, and the icy water temperature quickly took away their body heat, and except for a few lucky ones who were good at water, many more divers struggled. And then sink.

Eventually, more and more Hellfires gathered together in an attempt to annihilate Uther with numbers.

The orcs watched from afar, they respected the strong, but they never pity the enemy.

The earth trembled at the faltering pace of the army of hellfire. Then, in the midst of the crisis, Uther responded to all those who were expecting it, and a supermassive divine storm with a diameter of more than a thousand yards was baptized, blinding the orcs and hellfire.

If Hellfire had eyes.

Uther fought with the determination to sacrifice his life, but he survived.

He had forgotten how he had withdrawn from the battlefield, but the high fighting spirit at that time still remained in his heart, and he could not calm down for a long time.

"Lord Uther, Marshal Lothar wants you to go to his tent as soon as possible."

The herald saluted Uther in the most respectful tone and conveyed Lothar's order.

Uther perfectly interprets his paladin's way with his actions, and the title of Lightbringer is already known to everyone.

"Understood, I'll go over as soon as possible."

Still humbly and politely responding to the herald, Uther awoke from a confessional meditation.

As if a door had been opened, Uther had a deeper understanding of the Holy Light, corrected some of his previous paranoid views, and the whole person seemed more easy-going and humble, exuding dazzling brilliance all the time.

Putting on his shoulder armor and his battle helmet, Uther left his habitat in the most perfect position.

"Lord Uther."

"It's Lord Uther."

"Look, it's Lord Uther."

The respect and admiration of the soldiers along the way made Uther proud and proud, but also felt a heavy pressure.

Politely responding to the greetings of each of the soldiers, Uther came to the camp in Lothar.

"Our hero, I'm sorry, was supposed to give you more time to rest, but the league needs you. Are you ready? ”

In the tent, Gavin Rad, Saidan. Da Sohan, Tirio. Fordin, Muradin. Copperbeard and Khadgar were all present, and Aurelia was present. Windranger was accompanied by two High Elves that Uther had never seen before.

Although he did not know the specific situation, Uther firmly responded to Lothar's expectations.

"Always ready."

"Good, our heroes, good, my heroes."

Lothar nodded in satisfaction.

"The defeat in the Battle of the Whitewater River. We retreated sixty kilometers in five days, but that was not enough distance to free us from the threat of new weapons from the Horde. However, the allies from Quel'Thalas showed us the right path. Hellfire, that terrible monster is not invincible, it has its own weaknesses. ”

Lothar nodded at Aurelia after speaking, and Aurelia winked at the person to her right.

"In the ancient books of our Queldore elves. There are accounts of this monster, a terrifying monster called Hellfire that is more of an intelligent weapon than a living thing. There are a thick number of books describing it, so I won't go into detail with the heroes who fought on the front lines, but I'll say something useful to you. First of all, Hellfire is too dangerous for ordinary soldiers, and if they are not equipped with magical protective equipment, the burning evil flames can be fatal to soldiers. Secondly, we checked the battlefield with magic afterwards. No spatial oscillation of a corresponding scale has been found, so Hellfire of that size is not summoned directly from the void. Finally, as described by several survivors of the Battle of the Whitewater, there appears to be a black spot in the sky at that time. To sum up, we have reason to believe that the orcs prepared these hellfires in advance, and then found a way to smash these monsters on top of our heads. ”

The unknown narrator retreated behind Aurelia as he finished speaking.

"I think everyone understands that there is only one reason for summoning you here, to destroy the Horde's launch site. It's been a few days since the last attack of the Horde. A second Hellfire Offensive is imminent, but I've got enough artillery ready for those guys to try. Wanting to replicate the Battle of the White Water River again, the Horde is wishful thinking. But if we don't solve the launch site of the Horde, we can only be beaten passively again and again. So, I need you, the Alliance's strongest warriors. I need you to do this most dangerous task with the least amount of strength and the fastest speed. ”

Lothar finished speaking, and stood on her feet. He clenched his right hand into a fist and slammed it on his left chest, making a warrior salute.

"Please, everybody."

"So Marshal Lothar, where is the launch site of the Horde. Time is running out until the next attack of the orcs. We may not have enough time to investigate. ”

Uther asked, frowning.

"Self-proclaimed clever orcs, huh."

Lothar said disdainfully.

"They think they are covering up perfectly, but they don't know that there must be a demon when things go wrong."

Lothar stepped aside half of her position and motioned for everyone to come forward.

"Here, or here, one of these two sites must be a launch site, and the other is also an important location. So I need you to split into two raid squads and destroy the horde's wishful thinking. ”

Lothar said at the end, slamming her fist on the map.

At the end of the battle meeting, it was nothing more than a matter of grouping, but in the end, Aurelia came up with a new idea, why not join forces and break the ground first. If you're lucky and choose the right one, you can accomplish your goal with fewer casualties. If the guess is wrong, the tribe will inevitably be alerted and strengthen the defense, which will naturally reduce the pressure on the front.

The launch site is heavily guarded, and there is no need to deceive the enemy at all, and if you want to break through, there is only one way to attack by elite soldiers.

Although Aurelia's statement also made sense, in the end, everyone decided to split up.

Because of the tight schedule, no one can tell how long it will take to prepare for the projection of Hellfire, and the sooner the action, the better.

Finally, Uther, Tirio. Fordin led the Knights of the Silver Hand in one attack, and Khadgar assisted Aurelia, Gavin Rad, and others in leading the elite of the Iron Horse Brotherhood in a raid.

"Lady Aurelia, I'm sorry, if Tulayan was here, I wouldn't have needed you to go to the battlefield, but such a mission requires not only strong martial arts, but also sharp thinking. But ......"

After the meeting adjourned, Lothar left Khadgar and Aurelia behind.

"There is no need to apologize, Marshal Lothar, Quel'Thalas has joined the Alliance, as Quel'Thalas's general, how can I be afraid of fighting."

Aurelia replied proudly.

Uther, who had departed, summoned the backbone of the Knights of the Silver Hand to convey Lothar's orders.

"Alessandro, you can skip this fight."

After weeding out the personnel, Uther finally spoke to Mograine.

At the Battle of the White Water River, Alessandro. Mograine fought with Uther to the end, and although the power of the Light gave the paladin excellent physical recovery ability, Uther knew that Mograine was covered in bandages under his coat, so he still said this.

"Don't insult me, Lightbringer, one day I'll have my own title too!"

Young Alessandro. Mograini did not hesitate to reject the kindness of his superiors, and the paladin, eager for merit, was not afraid of danger and challenges.

"If Carlos and Tulayan are also there, our first paladins will be together again."

Patted Mograini on the shoulder, Tirio. Furding digressed the subject.

"Tulayan and Carlos."

Uther didn't know what was in mind, and let out a long sigh. (To be continued.) )

PS: The plot of World War II is gradually moving towards a climax, and the foreshadowing in the early stage has been completed.

On this chapter, I tore the manuscript three times, and even this chapter is not very satisfied, but I'm afraid that there will be an audience who will greet me into the palace again, so I still sent it, everyone can barely read it.