The prison has been broken, and the three of them naturally have to prepare to face the assembled Lordaeron army, so the problem comes.

How many troops can a medieval civilization kingdom muster in half an hour?

The answer to this question has been revealed in front of Izzy's eyes, the forest of Tirisfa is filled with the slight sound of armor clashing, a large number of Lordaeron soldiers are hidden in the forest, and on the main road outside the town of Brill, the Knights of the Silver Hand have lined up, ready to turn into a torrent of steel, so that Izzy and the others can taste the baptism of swords.

Izzy roughly estimated that there were at least a few thousand of them, and he was not surprised by this result, this was a premeditated ambush, if the time was delayed longer, maybe even Dalaran's mage troops could be gathered here, so the most important thing they should do at this time is still to seize time and break through as soon as possible.

Izzy stared at the army outside the town, and suddenly said, "Old man Lothar, you see, if your subordinates show mercy, we will all explain here, so..."

Old Man Lothar interrupted Izzy's words, and said with a sad face, "Do what you have to do! ”

Izzy sighed when he heard this, cheered up again, and said, "Then, let's break through this thousands of troops!"

As he spoke, Izzy transformed into the form of an elemental unicorn beside them and stretched out his claws to them, and Lothar and Orgrim immediately jumped on them, smoothly climbing onto his spacious back.

The two took out the ropes they had found in the small town of Brill and quickly wrapped them around the horns of Izzy's back and their waists, making sure that they wouldn't be thrown out of the heat of battle and fall into the crowd of Lordaeron's soldiers.

Sensing that the two of them were ready, Izzy took a deep breath and let out an earth-shattering roar at the human army.

And this roar was like a clarion call for war, and as soon as Izzy stretched out his limbs, he rushed towards Lordaeron's army, which rushed towards him without flinching.

The first troops to enter the battle with Izzy were the knights of the Silver Hand, and the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.

Two hundred meters, one hundred meters, fifty meters! The paladins of the Silver Hand suddenly shouted in unison different holy words: "Blessing of power! Blessing of the king! Aura of piety!"

Dazzling light rained down from the sky, wrapping around the knights' spears and armor, making their equipment look sharp and indestructible, and the knights immediately split in half to the left and right, riding away from Izzy's frontal charge, raising their spears diagonally and stabbing at Itch.

But Izzy's huge figure suddenly disappeared from their field of vision, and the knights in the front row couldn't see how he did it.

However, the knights in the front row couldn't see it, but the knights in the middle could see it clearly, a huge shadow was projected on them, and the knights looked up, the sun was blocked by a huge black shadow, and the black shadow was still growing rapidly!

"Hold on!

Both sides shouted warning at the same time, and Izzy was smashed into the middle of the cavalry like a boulder thrown by a trebuchet, his limbs propped up on the ground, trying to keep his balance against the inertia of the landing, and not to roll over.

The knights of the Silver Hand were knocked on their backs, but they did their best to stab their spears in the two crystal forearms of Izzy.

The falling beast plowed a long trail on the ground, the soft soil, as if it had been forcibly turned over by a bulldozer, the battlefield was dusty, and the charging formation of the Knights of the Silver Hand was thrown into chaos.

The unicorn beast incarnated by Izzy was completely shattered with two crystalline forearms, but that did not affect him to continue to break through, he stood up directly, and his two hind legs walked through the chaotic cavalry troops and rushed towards the infantry formation further behind.

The Lordaeron soldiers hid under a wall of spears and shields that meant nothing to Izzy, their faces trembling with fear on their faces, but they still didn't back down.

Izzy watched their performance and immediately let out a deafening roar, a terrible sound that literally crushed the air, and a huge sonic wave sent a gust of wind over the shields of the Lordaeron soldiers, blowing them back several steps, but they still did not escape.

"Please get out of the way!"

Izzy roared in his heart, his arms instantly returned to their original state, but he felt a blood-red patch on his paws, but Izzy knew that it was his hallucination, because he had done something he had to do, the thing he hated the most.

He let the blood of innocent warriors stain his hands red.

The knights of the Silver Hand are not wrong, they are just following orders, and neither are the soldiers of Lordaeron, they are fighting to protect their homeland, and it is Terenus who is wrong, as a king, but he believes in the wrong people, makes the wrong decisions, is wrong with the Cult of the Damned, and they are demonic lackeys who are trying to subvert everything in this world.

"But what can I do? Their courage is so great, and so pathetic! But they are in the wrong place!"

Izzy convinced himself, his eyes red and he leaped into the infantry, but inevitably stomped on the soldiers, the steel shield pressed under his feet to the ground, and blood burst out of it.

Life dies in his hands, and those who are also righteous are killing each other.

Izzy tried his best to convince himself that he had to, that he had just done the right thing, but the blood on his claws grew brighter and more glaring.

"Gul'dan, the Burning Legion, these killings, will be paid with your blood!"

Izzy roared in his heart, but a different voice rang through his head.

"What about you? If they are the culprits, then you are the executioner who carried out the killing! When will your sins be paid?"

Izzy stopped suddenly, froze in the middle of the battlefield, he faced the torture in his heart, he... Speechless.

"Izzy! Itchy! What's wrong with you! Get moving!" Lothar shouted when he saw that Itch had stopped inexplicably, trying to bring him back to his senses.

Orgrim also looked at Izzy anxiously, and found that he was staring at his claws in fear, and the chaotic Lordaeron soldiers around him, seeing that Izzy was not moving, gradually regained their composure and re-surrounded them.

"Tsk! it's going to be again!" Orgrim had seen Izzy look like this, and when the tribe had just arrived in this world and had to go to war with the Stormwind Kingdom, he showed such an expression, and Orgrim immediately shouted loudly:

"Cheer up, Izzy, think of our people, and our families! They are still waiting for us to go back, are you going to stop here?"

Orgrim's roar struck Izzy in the heart, instantly recovering him to his senses, and he remembered the things he wanted to save even if he was in the middle of the fire.

Izzy came back to his senses, and immediately showed a self-deprecating wry smile, and said, "It's ridiculous! I even reminded Lothar not to hesitate, but I didn't expect to be sentimental myself, thank you, Orgrim. ”