"Three kilometers southeast of the fourth defensive position, with a height of four thousand seven, a large-scale shadow reaction has been detected, the spell model is confirmed to be the Shadow Gate, and the second impact is expected to start in one minute and thirty seconds!"

As the detection techniques constructed by the mages were touched, the camp was crowded.

Hellfire Rain is terrifying, but in a prepared alliance it is not something that can be defeated by one or two new weapons.

After a lot of discussion and simulation testing, Lothar and his think tank and mage advisors have come up with a theoretically feasible response plan, and the expected second Hellfire Strike does not cause much panic.

With plenty of trenches, craters and rejects, well-laid out artillery positions, mage commandos at the ready, and boxes of fire resistance potions, Lothar had done everything he could think of.

In the face of the sheer power of the nations known as the Alliance, it is impossible to bring humanity to its knees by the power of Hellfire alone. Orgrim was also well aware of this, so he never wanted to replicate the glory of the Battle of the Whitewater River. When a secret weapon is no longer a secret, then it is only a weapon after all.

Hellfire is terrifying, but it is slow, has low intelligence, and shatters its shell when its magic energy is exhausted.

Ogrim felt that he could see that it was impossible for an old opponent not to find out.

So in front of the position where the warlocks summoned the Shadow Gate, the 10,000 orcs of the first attack wave were already ready to try.

"After all, it is people who decide the outcome of a war!"

"Brave orcs are the cornerstone of the tribe!"

As the first Hellfire fell from the sky with a thick black tail, a similar thought flashed through the minds of the Supreme Commanders of the Alliance and the Horde.

"Wolf cavalry, charge!"

Orgrim wielded his hammer, and with a heaven-shattering war cry, the orcs took the lead.

"For the Alliance!"

Even though the loud resound of the hellfire falling to the earth struck the hearts of the soldiers like drumsticks, the fearless slogan shook the heavens and the earth with the determination to resist.

I wonder how many more mothers will lose their children. How many children will lose their fathers, Lothar stood on a high place and watched the tribe and the alliance collide like two torrents, heart like steel, but dripping with blood.

Fighting the Rock Flame with flesh and blood is worthless even if you win.

From the height of the command post, the soldiers at the front of the array line were the size of ants. Hellfire is no more than half a fingernail's size.

Lothar's silent blessing to all the warriors who fought for survival and freedom, and then gave the most indifferent orders.

"Send the 386th Regiment to carry out a counterattack on the right side, don't let the orc wolf cavalry take advantage of the chaos."

"Yes, Marshal."

Glancing at her new herald, Lothar turned her attention back to the battlefield.

Heroes of the Alliance, it's up to you.

Lothar was determined not to think about Uther and them anymore, if the Grand Legion lost the battle, even if it destroyed the orcs' Hellfire Launch Field, it would be useless, so it was better to deal with the battle in front of them first.

Just when the new round of battle between the Alliance and the Horde was raging. The elite troops composed of the two alliance's high-end combat forces have set off for three days and two nights, turning more than 200 kilometers.

A long-distance march is a huge drain on physical strength, and a long-distance rapid march is a kind of destruction of the will.

You don't know what's waiting for you, you don't know when you'll be there, or even if you'll be back.

The only thing that keeps you going is glory, loyalty, and faith.

"Uther, two more horses are out of strength, and we can't run like this anymore."

Tirio. Furding frowned at Uther during the short break and said that the team was not in good shape.

As the elite of the alliance. From being doubted by everyone to becoming the hope of becoming an Alliance, the Paladins and the Knights of the Silver Hand have proven themselves with battle feats again and again.

Where there is a crisis. where there are paladins; Where there are paladins, there are fierce battles; Where there are fierce battles, there are these scarred veterans.

Even though the paladins possess far more physical strength and recovery ability than ordinary people, the years of fighting still exhaust the most determined warriors of these alliances.

No complaints, no regrets. Those who can join the Knights of the Silver Hand and become a full member will definitely not be crushed by suffering. But the idea is one thing, the reality is another.

Tirio. Ferding was worried that when they arrived at their destination, they would not have enough stamina to cope with the tough battle.

Moreover, if there are too many losses of war horses, there will also be problems with the mobility of the troops.

Although Tirio. Fording is not afraid of death. They are also ready to give their lives in this battle, but this force has a chance to be the essence of most of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Fording didn't want fearless sacrifices.

"Tirio, these don't matter, the horses will be released when they are out of strength, and the members will be blessed if they fall behind. While our doctrine instructs us never to be greedy and never give up, personal gain and loss are insignificant in the face of mission objectives, and one or two paladins will not help the Alliance achieve ultimate victory, and will not destroy the orcs' hellfire launch site, but will only have more lives lost in steel and flames. ”

Uther's words were very blunt, even impersonal, but he knew that Tirio. Fordin understood what he meant. High-sounding words are generally disgusted because of double standards, because the person who said it is not qualified to say so. But Uther thought so in his heart, said so in his mouth, and did so in fact, and he was not afraid of anyone's questioning.

"I'm not afraid of sacrifice, I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid that such a high-intensity march will drag everyone down."

Tirio. Fording was a little angry, and his brow furrowed even tighter.

"I understand, I know, my old friend. But for two days and three nights, we were still only two-thirds of the way away, and we had to make another big circle to avoid the orc patrols. The second Golmoblast is inevitable, but our actions can directly determine whether or not a third Golem Blast. ”

Uther's face softened, with a hint of helplessness and more worry.

"Tirio, you know, at the Whitewater River, I don't know how I did it. Fighting three hundred hellfires alone, if you ask me to do it again now, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it. I felt something sprout in my heart, but I couldn't tell. Tirio, every member of the Order is like my brother, and I would love to fight in their place. But I can't, there's only so much I can do alone, and only if everyone is united can we win. ”

"Uther, your eloquence is terrible, although you have convinced me, but I am angry to hear you."

Tirio. Furding left Uther's side very unhappily.

Time is life, how can I not understand this truth, but can the value of life really be measured by quantity?

After a short interlude, a long march, and on the night of the fourth day, Uther and his paladins finally arrived at their intended destination.

"Looks like we've got it right, look at the sky, those disgusting evil energies have polluted the color of the sky."

Uther looked at the wooden walls on the high ground and the patrolling orcs, and watched as the hellfires entered the Shadow Gate that linked to the Void under the tuk of the warlocks, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Alessandro and I are going to scout the orc garrison, you can organize everyone to rest and prepare."

Tirio. Ferding confronted Alessandro. Mograini winked, named a few more people around him, and left the woods where he was hiding.

At the time of departure, there were three hundred and forty-seven paladins, all of whom were equipped with horses, and until now, only three hundred and thirteen people remained, and two hundred and fourteen war horses.

For their comrades who can't keep up, the paladins can only leave food and water bladders to figure out what they want.

For the war horse that fell to the ground, the rider could only take the saddle and bridle with tears, and whether he survived could only be left to fate.

Uther knew that Tirio had an opinion of him, but he didn't care.

Paladins are not brutal berserkers, and knowledge and erudition are also the source of paladins' strength.

While the mages promised that the explosives they concocted would work wonders for portals and hellfire, Uther had reservations.

"Never greedy, never give up, old man, I am not a cold-blooded butcher, on the contrary, I love you all, even if it costs me my life."

Pulling out his tome, Uther flipped through the pages and took one last look at a diagram of the structure of a sacred spell.

[Holy Light Bomb], the straightforward name of this spell hints at Uther's determination, and the Holy Light even lives! (To be continued.) )