On that day, Lordaeron's twenty years of false peace glory were torn to shreds.

The Prince of Arthas ascended to the throne that would have been his own, bringing destruction to his kingdom and death and pestilence to his subjects.

On that day, humanity was defeated.

In the face of the undead's army, the living are so cowardly and powerless, and the power of the first sight of killing is beyond imagination, and the dead are above the living.

On that day, after all, it still shone with the brilliance of ideals and justice.

Carlos still saved half of the city after all.

Looking at the problem from another angle, he still didn't save the other half of the city after all.

Elune's bounty does exist within Carlos.

He had a strong feeling that Naxxramas could be broken with one punch as long as he wanted to.

But Carlos was unwilling.

Because the voice of reason says———— you shouldn't use this power here, the power of one punch superman is only one punch after all.

But emotional emotions cannot be suppressed at all.

After all, this is the alliance I have paid so far.

Although there are a hundred reasons, such as being controlled by the moon god's mind, and like all this is for the sake of an unbroken future.

But Carlos couldn't fool himself.

Alsace has come this far with his own connivance.

The city of Lordaeron has today's catastrophe and its own acquiescence.

No snowflake is innocent at the time of an avalanche.

Carlos understands everything, understands everything......

But that's a living person!

This is the Lordaeron Alliance that has dedicated its entire youth!!

Sitting back and letting it burn to the ground, and then ruling its ashes is certainly in the best interests of the kingdom of Alterac.

But if he did, he would not be Carlos Barov.

Inexplicably, the figure of the Iron King always loomed in Carlos's mind.

After all, the two are just strangers with the same name.

Different life experiences have forged different beliefs and wills.

Even if Carlos understands this disaster, he will truly take the leadership of the alliance.

But he could not turn a blind eye to the disaster itself.

Then I would like to use this body to fight the last battle for ideals and benevolence.

After that, there were no knights, only kings.

The shadow of Naxxramas hung over Lordaeron, and under the gloomy sky, Carlos' brilliance caught everyone's eye.

The soldiers of Silver Dawn were also encouraged by the bravery of the leader, and the evacuation of the people was accelerated.

Sure enough, worship is the emotion that is furthest from understanding.

In the midst of the injustice of the cursed world and the anticipation of a heroic salvation, Carlos answers the cries of the city of Lordaeron.

Who is sorry for Carlos to bury his own anguish with his own hands.

This battle is for the sake of all sentient beings and for oneself.

Completely enclosing the finishing power left in Elune's body, Carlos abandoned all scheming and incarnated as the purest warrior.

How long has it been.

It's been a long time since I've felt such a fiery fighting spirit.

Throwing off all restraints, the boy returned.

The wind is howling, and at this moment it is a true hero who stands in the way of the Scourge.

The paladin, burning with consciousness, burst out with the brightest light, and his speed increased again.

Even though there are thousands of enemies ahead, I will go alone.

Gargoyles have sharp teeth and claws, so what, keep up with my speed first.

The necromantic energy impact of the fortress cannon threatens to be huge, and I will talk about it if it breaks my holy shield.

It's not the first time Carlos has flown on his own.

But air combat is a completely new field.

So what, at this time, he is not fighting alone, Amuro, Char, Kira. Yamato soul possessed, he is not alone, Carlos is not alone!

"The left-handed barrage is too thin."

The Royal Palace of Lordaeron no longer has a memento worthy of Alsace.

After ending his father's pain with his own hands, he spent a little effort sealing Terenus's body to ensure that he would not be disturbed by necromancy.

This is the last humanity of Alsace.

He didn't care if Naxxramas could stop his brother-in-law Carlos, the entire Scourge was just a tool of the Lich King, and the Necropolis was just a tool of tools.

As long as Lordaeron becomes the City of the Dead, there will be an endless stream of Scourge soldiers.

It's just a floating fortress, and it's not a big deal.

Arthas didn't have the boredom of duel with Carlos, he just led the ruthless legion of the dead to join the slaughter.

There is no more Stratholme's soul torture.

Lordaeron was the first of Alsace.

"O prince, why do you slaughter your people?"

Although I can't remember who the questioner is, I vaguely think it's an acquaintance.

Alsace's icy heart was still beating slowly and heavily.

"For the Lich King."

Excalibur pierces the body, and the hunger of Frost Grief never subsides.

This race of escape and slaughter was the merciless crushing of the defeated Lordaeron defenders by more and more Scourge soldiers.

The more than 1,000 men of Silver Dawn were insignificant in a battle of this magnitude, and they followed Carlos' last orders and did their best to open the western gates of Lordaeron and create a glimmer of life for the fleeing populace.

But how could Nao Zu, the master of micro-exercises, sit back and watch such a thing happen.

Soon, an army of the undead was sent outside the city by Naxxramas, preparing to cut off the escape of the Scourge legion's "reserves".

"Assemble, array, and crush the enemy!"

Some skeletons and stitching monsters are just more, can they be more desperate than the orcs of the past?

Hiring from a retired veteran may be Carlos' wisest decision.

Preparing for action in the middle of the night, injuries and exhaustion were on the verge of overwhelming the Silver Dawn Soldier's body.

But their strong will and Carlos's heroic fighting in the sky boosted their morale.

It's just a copy of that year.

Just that man from Anduin. Lothar becomes Carlos. Barov.

The spirit of the Alliance has never really been broken, and those who only care about the growth of money never represent the Alliance.

Fight!

Only unyielding resistance is the true spirit of the alliance!

Standing in the way is not the waste skeletons that necromancers haphazardly summon from piles of corpses, but the elite legions forged by the Lich King's slaughter of Northrend.

This time, it may really die.

But so what, how many will live forever.

If there is value in dying, then it is enough.

In true relief and openness, the survivors of the old era are ready to fight the last battle for the arrival of the new era.

How long can it be blocked, every minute and every second of persistence is meaningful, and every people's escape is to accumulate strength for future counteroffensives.

The millions of people who can't surrender Lordaeron are all surrendered to the Lich King.

That's what Silver Dawn battles are all about.

Beneath the hideous exterior of the undead is ruthless discipline.

This is the evil taste of Naozu, it personally manipulates this legion, and it is not the goal to defeat these humans, it is interesting to torture their souls.

Whether in the sky or on the ground, it was an uphill battle.

Elune's will seemed to whisper in his ear————Finish off your enemies if you will."

"I don't!"

At first, it was a calculation of profit and loss, and Carlos decided that the Flying Necropolis Naxxramas was not worth using Elune's finishing powers.

But in the end, Carlos himself didn't understand what he was fighting for.

I just feel that if I use Elune's power, my persistence will be meaningless.

Carlos has fallen to the realm of demigods, and there is a limit to his strength.

Or that even the strongest demigod Malloyn would not be able to prove against such a large number of Scourge legions.

Half of the gargoyles were shot down by Carlos, the Floating Fortress Cannon, which was a huge threat to the city, was destroyed, and even the propulsion device of Naxxramas was blown up by Carlos.

If you give the Gundam Carlos enough time, it seems that he can work miracles, and it is not a dream to break the army in one go.

But time is not on his side.

The flames of Lordaeron are intensifying, and the vitality of the people is becoming more and more diminished.

While the slaughter was underway, Carlos's strength was failing.

Whether to insist on bravery to add a glorious stroke to their own achievements, or to save more lives.

Carlos didn't hesitate.

The final blast of light swept away half of the enemies of the Silver Dawn soldiers west of Lordaeron, imbuing the Promised Land with light as a line of defense for life.

Consciousness began to blur, Carlos crushed the nearest gargoyle wing, looked down at Lordaeron, and found that there seemed to be a large number of people in the eastern city area who were blocked by the city gates to survive.

So be it.

Broke through the air blockade of the Scourge and abandoned the long-range goal of blocking the Necropolis of Naxxramas.

With the last of the power of the Holy Light, he cast the Holy Shield and used his body to transform into a meteor and destroy a section of the eastern wall of Lordaeron.

Carlos has no regrets.