In the middle of the battlefield, the Demon Hunters and the Lich King are engaged in a fierce battle, and on the outskirts of the battlefield, the armies of Stormwind and Ironforge have already slain the Scourge of Arthas.

The heavily armed knights of Stormwind form a neat shock formation and face the vast Scourge Corps.

When the battle song sounded, the knight roared and charged. The Union flag fluttered in the wind.

In the air, the dwarven helicopter flew towards the apocalyptic darkness of the sky. In the boundless darkness, Naxxramas shrouded Lordaeron like the great hand of death. In the distance, a few small white dots were still flying up and down, and they were the griffins of the Brute Hammer tribe.

In the loud trumpet, the Stormwind Heavy Cavalry Regiment rushed faster and faster, and they faced the darkest of the ground like unyielding warriors. The sky glowed with a fiery red, and the Grand Duke raised his sword, calling for holy light, and a pure white light pierced the dark sky, converging on the edge of his sword, spreading to the thousands of hoplites behind him.

Like a rising sun on the ground. Led by Berval and Varian, the Alliance's hoplites charged at the massive Scourge army.

The massive Scourge legions let out a ghostly roar, however, they were soon drowned out by the roar of the Alliance's heavy cavalry. The shock formation of thousands of Stormwind heavy cavalry was unstoppable, like a white wave that instantly flooded the blue city of the dead. The rolling ironclad storm was shocking. The army of the undead gathered in the city of Lordaeron crumbled at this moment.

Countless undead soldiers and ghouls, including the Crypt Demons, fell under the iron hooves of the Alliance, and even their hardest bodies could not stop the cavalry from charging collectively. After the knights in the first row charged, the huge cavalry spears broke one after another, but this did not affect their subsequent battle, and on horseback, the blood-stained knight pulled out the secondary weapon he carried with him. The knight's sword slashed through the chaos, and countless undead fires overflowed......

Riding a tall Stormwind horse, Varian slashed the neck of a Scourge soldier with a roar of rage, and the rancid flesh of the undead soldier splattered in all directions.

Then, on the chaotic battlefield, a fat abomination rushed towards him. The disgusting monster lifted its heavy chains and prepared to throw them at the Alliance Commander, but Varian slashed at him, his horse neighing, and before charging towards Abomination, Stormwind King Varian. Wryon raised his sword and roared, leaping from his horse.

At the same time, Salamoni split in two in the air, one red and one blue.

Abomination opened its giant misshapen eyes to look at the angry human warriors in the air. The three stout arms didn't even have time to raise before they were stabbed through the head by a sword from the berserk human warrior. In the lion-like roar, Varian exerted a fierce force, and when the twin swords were pulled out of the abomination of the fat brainball, they also brought out sticky and disgusting pus and blood.

In the air, the dwarven helicopter was full of firepower, bullets and incendiary bombs fell from the sky, and with the mage casting spells, a large area was ignited, and the entire Lordaeron battlefield was frozen and then burned, the grass and trees turned to ashes, and the flesh and blood turned to mud......

Stepping on the muddy flesh, the soldiers of the alliance marched forward in blood.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, almost suffocating.

At the rear of the battlefield, Sylvanas quietly came to Ares' side and dragged him away from the battlefield with difficulty......

While Illidan and the Lich King are in a fierce battle, she must move Ares to safety. He looked like he was dead, his body was completely devoid of temperature, and his face was pale and bloodless...... In a daze, Ares felt only a pair of white arms pulling him towards the crowd.

The sound of the iron armor dragging on the muddy ground was so obvious, the wet ground, blood and rain mixed with the crevices that drained the armor, wetting the clothes inside, it should have been cold, but Ares couldn't feel the cold, frost sorrow had taken away his consciousness and half of his life. Except for the faint consciousness that still struggles.

The hands around him gradually increased, and in the ethereal air, Sylvanas's face fluttered, "Live!" Live, Ares......" the Ranger General cried out with a crying voice. However, tiredness, coldness, and weakness gradually engulfed Ares, like a flame extinguished, Ares closed his tired eyes, and there was a dead silence around him......

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"Nope! Not ......"

The air echoed with the cries of the Ranger General and the Lordaeron warriors. In the heavy rain, a cry shocked the world and cried ghosts and gods.

Finally, under the leadership of Drum and Whiteman, the Knights broke out. Sylvanas was furious. The last of Lordaeron's people were furious.

The last paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand shouted revenge, and from the center of the concentric circles, launched a frantic counterattack to the periphery. Revenge at all costs. When the Light turns into vengeful rage, people become bloodthirsty beasts......

Warhammers and iron swords rained down like a storm and struck the undead soldiers. The archers picked up their melee weapons on the ground and joined the bloody hand-to-hand combat. At the place where Ares fell, a blood-stained battle banner accompanies him, accompanied by the paladin Liadline and the archmage Gianna. Others stood out like wild beasts.

Bursts of bloody air rushed into her nostrils, causing Gianna to nearly suffocate. She caressed Ares' chest with one hand, tears streaming down her face. The staff shimmered with a pale blue light, like crystal clear tears, falling drop by drop.

Dripping into ice, the Wall of Frost quickly enclosed them. Through this wall of ice, Gianna saw the madness of the Windranger, who had lost the grace of an elven ranger and was fighting like a melee beast in the army of the undead. Sylvanas' sword grazed the necks of the skeletal zombies, slicing their limbs from their rotting bodies, black blood splattering around her. Let the foul blood wet her sexy elven armor, and she didn't care.

Arator fought like a full-fledged paladin, sword in one hand and shield in the other, not blessed with much light, but tearing at the bodies of their enemies with their bare hands like the craziest warriors. Countless stumps and severed arms were scattered to the ground, and countless undead fires drifted into the air.

On the periphery, the main army of Stormwind City and the ironclad corps of Ironforge Fort have also been killed, and a large number of natural disaster troops and the elite divisions of the alliance are fighting together. Between heaven and earth, there were only endless roars and wails, only the sound of countless iron armor and iron tools colliding, blood stained Lordaeron red, dyed this thousand-year-old capital, the ruins became cities, and the city became ruins, and the blood and water poured over and over again, dyeing the flag of Lordaeron...... It also dyed the dream of the Lordaeron people to restore the country.