Roar, Ember Bringer!

Roar, Lightbringer!

Roar, 800,000 Lordaeron Souls!

Roar, all righteous paladins!

After slaying the frost dragon Saffron, all the scourge undead set their eyes on Ares.

The paladin's light was so dazzling that even the land around him was burning, and the undead who came near him were all burned to ashes.

The legend of the Ember Messenger recurs at this moment.

The sun traveled through the gray clouds, and Ares held the Sword of Light, continuing the legend.

In the darkness, the ash bringer was like a second shining sun, the arc flashed, a ghoul was cut off, the evil body suddenly burned, and another sword, stabbed into the body of a skeleton soldier, the power of the holy light suddenly exploded in the body of the undead, the skeleton frame immediately burst open, and the bones all over the body were shattered into bone residue, splashing everywhere.

In this way, Ares slaughtered the army of the undead alone, aiming directly at the necromancer below Naxxramas, Kergasud. Only by killing it can this siege battle end. Under the gray sky, under the bleak sun, one man and one sword, fought a bloody path in the army of the undead!

"What are you waiting for? For Lordaeron! For the ashes bringer! ”

Drum roared loudly. All those who were still alive charged after Ares. The glorious war song sounded at this moment-

"Today, we may die in battle, but we must not let the undead defile our souls!"

The Silver Dawn and the last warriors of the Scarlet Crusaders marched with heavy steps and fought bloodily. Blood poured down on them like a torrential rain.

Even the newly resurrected soldier had his neck cut off by a sword.

Even if he is pierced through the body by a spear, he must pull the undead soldier to his back with him. Red, white, black, warriors in all kinds of armor, and knights, gather together and slaughter the darkest part of the army of the undead.

"Crazy...... It's all crazy......"

The Hammerhammer Griffon Knights hovering in the air were all shocked when they saw the scene in front of them. At the same time, a sense of shame, a wave of hot blood surging in their bodies. The human race, which has always been weak, unexpectedly burst out with such a powerful combat power at this moment.

Muller harnessed the griffin to place Tyran on the ground, and then increased his flight altitude.

"Hammer Knight, are we going to retreat? Let that group of humans look down on us? ”

"No!"

The air echoed with the majestic roar of a dwarf like a mountain lion.

"Then follow me, charge!"

Mueller roared, and the storm hammer crackled in his hand again, and lightning swirled.

A frost dragon flew in front of them, and a moment before the ice breath erupted, the three griffon knights flew apart, and the ice flames streaked across the sky, but they didn't hurt any of the griffon knights. Then, the griffons flew from three sides, and the moment they approached the Frost Dragon, the dwarves hurled the Storm Hammer with all their might.

The warhammer immediately turned into a shining ball of light and smashed into the Frost Dragon's head. The sound of the dragon's bones shattering, the frost dragon let out a terrifying wail, and then fell from the sky like a real ball of bones.

"What an outlier."

The hollow, ghostly voice of the necromancer Kergassud was heard in the air.

But everyone was unmoved, and under the shroud of the holy light, inspired by the battle song, they charged bravely. As the elves once lamented - undead humans are the most terrible.

Blessing of power, blessing of king, blessing of wisdom, aura of piety, aura of punishment, aura of resistance, at this moment, all priests and paladins poured the power of their whole bodies into Ares, and with the wielding of the Ash Bringer, the holy light continued to burst out from Ares's body. Even the densest of undead could not stop Ares' charge.

With the last sword, the Ember Bringer split the bodies of the three skeleton warriors, and Kergassud was in front of him, and there was almost no barrier in between.

Kergasud's not tall body was suspended in mid-air, not levitation, to be exact, his robe hung down to the ground, but in that gorgeous robe, there was not a trace of flesh and blood, only the white bones that were maintained by dark energy. Even the face was made of eerie white bones, and endless blue flames revealed from the cracks in the bones. It was the fire of the undead, revealing endless coldness.

Without any extra nonsense, staring at the Great Lich, Ares picked up his great sword and continued to walk forward without saying a word.

However, unexpectedly, Kergassud did not seem to retreat at all, and he stood there, staring at the paladin as he approached little by little.

Ares was almost ready to charge. However, at this time, behind Kergasud, four blurred figures gradually took shape.

The first to appear was a dwarf. Dead dwarves, Death Knights...... He held a war hammer in his hand that was out of proportion to his height. There was a blazing blue ghost fire burning in his eyes. Behind this dwarven knight were two other death knights, one of whom was still a woman, an elven female, and they both held long swords in their hands, dark rune swords. The same undead fire burned in the eyes. The last one to appear, also a Death Knight, his armor was more ornate than the other three, and his sword was more beautifully decorated, with a black cloak and hollow eyes.

Ares guessed it almost immediately—the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse.

Unexpectedly, for this massacre, Kergassud sent all the elites of Naxxramas out.

For a moment, Ares didn't say a word, and rushed towards the four Apocalypse Knights. There was an endless glow on him, as if the holy light had enveloped him and prevented him from being harmed in the slightest. Sacred Fortress, that is, invincible......

Immediately following Ares, Herold and Drumm also charged towards the Four Horsemen.

At the same time, the four Death Knights also came towards Ares.

Light and darkness clash again, not so many flashy moves, more of a contest of pure power. The Ember Bringer burst into a dazzling light, and the grim cold light of the Dark Rune Sword flashed, striking the Ash Bringer's blade, sending out dazzling sparks. Immediately, the two sides began to wrestle.

However, the light of the Ash Bringer was too domineering, and the holy rage instantly burned to the Death Knight's face armor, and the Death Knight quickly roared and took a few steps backwards, while Ares took advantage of the situation to pull out a large arc, and in the dazzling light, the Ash Bringer slashed directly into the Death Knight's armor.

Until the death knights died, Ares didn't know their original names, maybe it was Rivendell, maybe it was Thrijek, but it didn't matter at all, the Ashbringer with judgment, with holy fury, punished the scourge of the undead, and punished all the undead and evil it encountered.