Outside the city of King Lordaeron, in the bustling town of Brill, the melodious ocarina and melodious sound of the harp emanate from the inn known as the Silver Blessing.

It's the perfect place for a farmer after a day's work, or a soldier who has worked hard to complete a task, to relieve the fatigue of work.

Hearing the soothing tones and sipping cheap half-price wine always reminds them that they are enjoying a hard-won peace and tranquility.

It's a pity that this beautiful peace is not only hard-won, but also fleeting.

"Phew!"

The cries of the horses suddenly burst into the beautiful music, and the disillusioned tavern guests immediately looked impatiently out of the window, but immediately withdrew their gaze.

"It's His Royal Highness the Prince of Arthas, and Lord Uther and the Knights of the Silver Hand! What's going on?

The actions of the big people always make the common people tremble, and some big people don't care what the people think, but fortunately Alsace is not such a big man.

"Lordaeron people, please don't panic, we're just here to collect a little food and grass for an urgent rescue mission. ”

The villagers listened to His Royal Highness the Prince's words and breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it wasn't orcs or undead who came, they felt that the sky would not fall, not to mention that even if the sky fell, there would be a "tall man" to support them, so they didn't mind giving the "tall man" a little food and grass support.

With the cooperation of the villagers, the army's food and grass were quickly collected, and the urgently assembled Paladins immediately galloped towards Stratholme City.

Arthas rode his horse at the front of the procession, the beautiful scenery of Lordaeron constantly retreating in his sight, and the young Prince Lordaeron gritted his teeth silently.

"I have managed to free this kingdom from the influence of the undead and orcs, how can you destroy it?

Alsace was puzzled, and the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, the more he thought about it, and the more he rode his horse, the more out of control.

"Hey, boy, you have to slow down!"

Arthas's thoughts were interrupted by Uther's familiar and kind words, and Arthas came back to his senses, only to realize that he had rushed too fast and had broken away from the large army alone.

Arthas immediately slowed down and calmed his mood, he understood that his anxiety would hurt his horse companions, and if he lost his horse at that time, he would fall behind, or even drag down the whole team, which was absolutely unacceptable to him.

"Mentor Uther, did you listen to Lothar tell you about what happened next?"

When Uther heard Arthas's words, he immediately looked at Tulayan, who was recuperating from his wounds in the carriage at the back of the line, and nodded with a somewhat gloomy expression.

"Mentor, I don't know how to face my father, he ......"

Arthas stopped talking, apparently not yet in order to get his disordered mind in order, and Uther spoke:

"The people who have been transformed into the undead are no longer the same people they once were, and they are often reduced to puppets of those behind the scenes, just like your father is now. ”

Uther paused as he spoke, his grief palpable.

"Terenus is a noble and benevolent king, and it is my honor to be his courtier, but he is now destroying the kingdom he himself has built, the legacy of your family for generations, and as his son, I think you should know what you should do. ”

Uther closed his mouth as if he were afraid that he would bite his tongue when he spoke on horseback, but in spite of this, Arthas saw a look of anticipation in his sparkling eyes.

"I see, mentor. ”

As soon as the conversation between the two ended, they saw the shadow of a distant town, the small town of Andohar, which had been rebuilt after the disaster.

"Wait! The town is under attack! How is this possible? The scourge of the undead has reached so close?"

Alsace was in disbelief, but the last thing he should do was to confuse.

"Brave knights! Charge with me! For Lordaeron!"

"For Lordaeron!!"

As soon as Arthas said a word, this cavalry unit quickly responded to his call, and a golden aura slowly rose from all the knights.

The speed of the cavalry charge suddenly increased, and everyone soon saw the true face of the enemy.

It's skeletons! Countless skeletons! It's fragile skeletons.

Arthas took the lead, Uther followed, and the two paladins got closer and closer to the skeletons, and just before they were about to crash into the enemy army, they did the same.

"Holy Light, please bless us for defeating evil!"

The golden light burst out, and the darkness of the night was immediately dispelled, and the dazzling light also shone on the faces of those skeleton soldiers at the same time.

“Duang！Duang！Duang！...”

The sound of heavy crashes was heard one after another, and Arthas and Uther slammed their shields of light into the tide of death of the undead army like two hammers as heavy as a thousand pounds.

The terrifying defensive power of the Holy Shield Technique, combined with the unstoppable momentum of the war horse, immediately turned into an unrivaled attack power, and those skeleton soldiers that collided with them were shattered and splashed all over the sky.

What does that feel like?

Like a steamroller with a racing engine, plows two unobstructed paths in the dark tide of the undead.

The Knights of the Silver Hand, who followed closely behind the two, plunged into the hinterland of the army of the undead, splitting it in two like a cake that had been cut.

The warhammer sword, which contains the power of holy light, turns into the righteous rage in the hands of skilled paladins, shattering the skeleton soldiers' skeleton bodies.

In a single heavy cavalry charge, the Knights of the Silver Hand routed a tenth of the enemy's army.

And that was not the end of the story, as the entire cavalry force rushed out of the army of the undead, and immediately turned around, intent on crushing their enemy once again.

And at this moment, Uther, the lightbringer, suddenly raised his war hammer and released a dazzling holy light with a special light, which was the unique holy light signal of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the cavalry troops immediately changed their formation.

The paladins on this side of the army of the undead suddenly cast the holy shield spell together, allowing the dazzling golden shield of holy light to envelop themselves and the warhorses under them, and then they marched together like a wall of holy light towards the entire army of the undead.

The horse's hooves landed in a group, and the ground shook like the undead seemed to have finally remembered what fear was.

The skeleton archers bent their bows and arrows, and the rotten arrows landed on the shield barrier as ridiculous as mosquito bites, and the skeleton soldiers began to pile up arhats, as if trying to form a wall of bones to contend with.

However, their resistance was in vain, and the Wall of Light formed by the Knights of the Silver Hand preemptively struck up.

If someone could observe the battlefield from above the sky at this time, he would find that outside the city of Andorhar, a dazzling blade that seemed to be imprinted on the earth swept into a dark and silent tide of the undead, sweeping away the shadow of death.

The sound of bone splinters, a hundred times denser than the first charge, resounded on the battlefield one after another, and the victory and defeat were already clear, and the young Prince of Arthas also shouted at this perfect opportunity to pursue the victory:

"The Light will win!For Lordaeron!Kill!!"