Fifty paladins.

Against twenty times the undead of your side.

The difference in numbers is huge, and it seems to be clear who wins and who loses, but the battle situation shows a one-sided situation at the moment of contact.

Like an indestructible blade, Orix led the sharp knife into the undead. The holy spear was wrapped in the divine power of the holy light that Mo Ran could resist, and everywhere it passed, there was a bloody wind and rain, and there was no one to join it.

The Silver Hand, composed of paladins who are proficient in martial arts and are well versed in the path of holy light, is the strongest combat power of the alliance in this era, and there is no one.

"Move closer to me, don't scatter!" Orix shouted, infusing his weapon with divine energy and stabbing forward......

A phantom appeared outside the [imitation of Solarion], and then broke away from the body of the spear and rushed forward, and the undead in its path were instantly burned to ashes by the holy light.

The road ahead was much smoother.

"From the moment they become slaves of the Lich King, they are no longer our compatriots, put an end to their suffering, and have no mercy!"

His cry resounded across the battlefield, and he summoned a beam of holy light with his backhand, killing the few high-ranking acolytes in the distance who were hiding behind a large group of undead and casting necromantic magic. Then he once again joined forces and led the team to stab.

……

Under his leadership, these fifty paladins killed seven in and seven out of the undead front, leaving behind a corpse of the undead.

Gianna, who was pouring magic into the pass on the cliff, couldn't help but look sideways.

She didn't know much about the tactics on the battlefield, but she could see that it was through constant maneuvering that this force avoided being encircled and inflicted a lot of casualties on the undead.

The Silver Hand Paladins are elite, and if they are besieged, it is difficult not to be killed or injured, but this tactic can perfectly play the advantage.

However, none of this would have been possible without the man who served as the blade.

Holding a spear condensed by holy light, the blade of the spear is sometimes inwardly retracted into a sharp point for stabbing, and sometimes expanded into a halberd blade for slashing;

The armor is full of holy radiance;

Raise your hand to unleash powerful divine spells;

It is even more difficult to deal with spellcasters, as if they know all the weaknesses of necromantic magic casters;

Never move forward, never retreat, never be merciful......

With a murderous look on one's face!

Every move was filled with an incomparable murderous aura, as if it was in the bones. But he is a substitute for the holy light, if it is not for the real view, Gianna even has an illusion that the golden holy light is actually a concrete bloody murderous aura.

What's going on here?

How much killing had he done to do what he was doing now?

But his fighting posture can be described as heartbreaking, although he is doing killing, and blood often accompanies him, but it gives people a particularly strange look, as if fighting - or maybe killing? — to the level of a certain art.

Like a forest tiger in the overlord Thorn Valley, it exudes a terrifying deterrent power all the time.

The undead were supposed to be herbivores trembling under the power of the tiger—if they were still conscious—but Gianna felt that she had become a restless sheep.

Holiness and Killing, Perseverance and Blood, Courage and ......

A variety of perceptions are mixed together, strange but arousing her curiosity, what kind of person is this? How can there be such a multifaceted temperament?

Gianna knew his past, after all, this was a well-known saint in the north, and even studying in the library of Dalaran could be asked by a passing colleague, "Have you heard of a saint?"

After the nobles of Stratholme, the son of the baron, the family background is reasonable, and he joined the Knights of the Silver Hand last year...... The resume is mediocre and not worth undue attention in the slightest.

But such a person stepped forward when the catastrophe came and saved the entire north.

She became more and more interested as she looked at the person below who was constantly rushing left and right among the undead, bearing the greatest pressure on the entire sharp knife and causing the most casualties.

……

Passes.

On the pedestal of the Wall of Greymane, a few meters high, Alexandros Mograini, who was battling the undead, also noticed the scene to the south.

If Gianna is curious.

Then this legendary paladin is shocked.

Oryx could perform like this, which he didn't expect at all.

Mograini regarded him as a saint, but no matter how much he was illuminated by the light, he could not make up for his lack of practical experience.

That's why he sent Oryx to the easiest battlefield on the southern flank, just hoping to take some of the pressure off himself, so that he could free up his hands and deal with the enemy in the pass as soon as possible.

It did not regard its headquarters as the main force, and even gave lower priority than the three hundred soldiers of the Gilneth Brigade led by the great lord of Darius Crowley, who was not strong, but had excellent tactical skills.

But at this time, Oryx's performance far exceeded expectations.

Even removed the original more than 1,000 undead, and attracted more undead to join the battle. This is not a lie, the commander of these undead has made Orix and the fifty young paladins under his command the main threat.

Oryx has completely blended into the battlefield.

On the basis of the perfect combat experience, the convincing momentum made the fifty paladins behind him completely condense into a whole, shouting and fighting, determined, forgetting the fatigue and the threat of a large number of enemies, and fully implementing the will of the Holy Light.

Is this the chosen one of the Light?

A heavenly gift, all the gifts that come from the Light?

Alexandros could not understand, if not so, how to explain how a young man of twenty years old, who had not experienced the trials of blood and fire on the battlefield, could behave like a natural leader.

……

When the last charge was over, there was no one left in front of Orix.

He couldn't count how many undead he led his team to kill, a thousand?

It seems to be a little less.

During this period, undead spirits poured out of the pass to flank their own troops, trying to annihilate them in one fell swoop, and then turned back to concentrate on dealing with the enemy in the pass.

At most, he even felt that there were three or four thousand undead on the battlefield, and although they were all weak recent resurrectees, the pressure had also increased greatly.

So far, there is not a single one left.

It feels like ......

Previously, in the [Char Star] copy of the Book of Time, it felt very similar to slaughtering tens of thousands of insects alone.

The memories that remained in his mind at that time seemed to have a certain resonance with the battle just now, and he unconsciously entered that state—killing mechanically, killing, killing......

It's just that this killing will no longer have an impact on the spirit, and it will produce post-war trauma similar to that in the [Char Star] dungeon. Because he has already raised his will to an incomparably tenacious level through [Velon's Divine Spell Experience] and ['Cassi''s Cultivation Codex].

He looked back and saw that none of the fifty paladins behind him were missing, at most they had some minor injuries.

After realizing that he had become the ultimate survivor of the battlefield, he looked at the corpses lying on the ground, the corpses that had been stoned, stabbed to death, cut in two, and burned to ashes by the sacred flames, and everyone was stunned.

"We ...... We won? ”

Bridget asked, her chest rising and falling violently, and with a click, the broken cuirassal buckle broke at some point, and the front breastplate burst outward, popping out a pair of things perfectly protected by the leather armor.

Oryx looked out over the cliff.

The flag bearer waved several flags, drew circles to the north and south and the lower part of the pass, and hung the flag to the sides......

This means that the fighting in the three battlefields has ended, and no danger has been found within the scope of the investigation, and the wounded can be corrected on the spot and treated.

Looking at the pass again, the main force of the paladins under Mograini also killed all the undead in the pass, and many people stood on the pedestal of the three-meter-high giant wall, looking at their side with awe.

Mograini nodded slightly to himself, as if in respect.

"Yes, we won. It's over. ”

Oryx let out a sigh of relief.

The paladins behind him were still a little overwhelmed.

Because of their youth, most of them were indeed fighting with real knives and guns for the first time, and when they saw themselves standing among the stumps and broken arms and piles of rotten meat, they remembered that they had just mechanically killed one undead after another, and the psychological defense line that they had not prepared for was faintly loosened.

I haven't come back to my senses until now, and fighting the dead who were compatriots not long ago, but now they have been revived as enemies under the effect of necromancy, and fighting the living are not the same horror at all.

Go deep into your heart and take root in your mind.

Some people turned pale, staring at the corpses of their former compatriots on the ground.

These people were still alive before yesterday!

Oryx looked at the expressions of these young paladins in his eyes, and he felt the same way, the first time he was trapped in a sea of corpses and blood. No one is born to be resolute, and no matter how strong a paladin is, the first time he slaughters his compatriots who are not at peace after death, he will feel sad and angry, and even affect the faith that he once believed.

He took a step forward, and as soon as his right hand loosened, the [Imitation Solarion] turned into a little golden light, drifting away with the wind, waiting for his next summons.

The holy light flying in the sky attracted the attention of the paladins, who looked at him in unison.

"There is no need to grieve, and there is no need to blame yourself, from the moment they were resurrected from the plague, they were reduced to slaves of the Lich King. You have put an end to their suffering, liberated their souls, and for them it is the greatest good deed on earth. The Light will always bless their souls and will bless us. ”

Oryx whispered.

Perhaps because of his sainthood, his words are always persuasive. The soft voice, accompanied by the fluctuations of divine energy that overflowed from his body, spread far away, and the paladin's wandering eyes quickly became clear.

"Saints!" Suddenly, someone raised their arms and shouted, as if remembering the brave performance of Oryx like a god descending from the battle just now.

"Saints!"

There is a first, there is a second.

Slowly, everyone chanted his name.

Even the Paladins and Gilneth Brigade soldiers who had been watching the battle on the pedestals of some city walls ended early, and they all chanted - in the battle just now, Oryx had attracted most of the undead and led the smallest force, but achieved the most brilliant results.

"Saints!"

"Saints!"

"Saints!"

Looking at Oryx, who stood in the middle of the battlefield like the embodiment of holy light, Alexandros Mograini couldn't help but think......

This young man will surely leave a strong mark in this war involving the fate of all mankind. Diagram of the Avenue of the Heavens