The name of the Light

Preach justice

Punish evil

The Light will bless us with eternal light

We will use our lives to guard all that we cherish

Regardless of the consequences

We'd rather die on the battlefield

Nor do you be greedy for life and afraid of death

Until the end of life

Exhale your last breath

Just for that one great oath -

"We defend glory with blood!"

Lordaeron Cathedral of Light, when Ares stood on the stage to preside over the joining ceremony, everyone present was solemn, today is an extraordinary day for them. Today is the day they join the glorious Order of the Silver Hand. The Knights of the Silver Hand, an organization with no formal establishment and a non-governmental organization, stood at the highest point of Lordan Lund Road and public opinion. It is a sacred organization where all people are proud to be part of the Knights, and they are the heroes of Lordaeron, and indeed of all of Azeroth. Under Ares' leadership, the Order was gloriously revived.

It can be said that without the Knights of the Silver Hand, there would be no Lordaeron today. Once an unfailing banner in the Alliance, now, it is finally on its feet again and has become the spirit and pride of Lordaeron. Those who join the regiment not only do not have a salary, but also have to pay a tour fee as the operating expenses of the Knights. But even so, there are many people who are eager to join it. Aspire to be a member of the Order. If one of the members of a family becomes a member of the Order, then the family will undoubtedly be proud of him.

A pure light sprinkled on Ares, and the golden holy light formed a little spot of light on his body, this temperature, very warm and comfortable, it made you free from any impurities. At this moment, you just need to calm down and feel the power and warmth of the Light.

In the bright light, Ares saw two familiar faces in the audience, Fred and Aratol. They were all young paladins. A pair of clear eyes sparkle with a beautiful vision for the future, as well as hope. From them, Ares seemed to see himself back then.

Fred was small and had a red face on his face, but that didn't change his devotion to the Light. Seven years ago, the Lordaeron Paladin rescued him and touched him, leaving his soul yearning for the Light. And Arator stands out in the middle of a crowd. Unlike other human paladins, as a descendant of Tulayan and Aurelia, Arator was born with the noble temperament of a High Elf and the heroic aura of a human knight, with long blond hair and an extremely handsome face. It looks so dazzling in the crowd. But during the two years that Arator has been with Ares, he has learned to keep a low profile and be silent, and it seems that he is not at all proud of his appearance, but speaks on his own strength.

Looking at Arator in the crowd, Sylvanas smiled knowingly. She suddenly remembered that her sister Wen Lesa had come, and if Wen Lesa could see such a picture, how good would it be...... They can't see their sisters, but they can see their sisters' children grow up to be qualified and excellent paladins. Unfortunately, Winresa was not there, and she stayed in Quel'Salas to deal with the undead of the Scourge.

Ronin took her place and sent a blessing to Aratol.

……

"Sador Bridge...... Oh, no! ”

In early winter, at the northernmost tip of the Wetlands, when the combined forces of Stormwind and Ironforge arrived, they saw a terrifying sight. The Sadol Bridge, the only bridge connecting the northern and southern continents of the Eastern Kingdom, was destroyed. Magni could barely hide his grief. It was a bridge over the sea that the dwarves had painstakingly built, a great project built by the Hammer Dwarves and the Copperbeard Dwarves, symbolizing the long-standing friendship between the two dwarven tribes, and now it was in ruins. It happened almost overnight, and the Copperbeard Dwarves didn't even know what was going on.

"It must have been the Scourge Legion."

Riding on his luxurious warhorse, Varian gritted his teeth and said resentfully.

He looked at the strait, which was so rough that there was no end in sight. Originally, at the other end of the bridge was the Arathi Heights, where the first human empire was located. Now, however, the strait has become an insurmountable chasm. Although the Mage can open a portal to teleport troops to the opposite shore. But how many mages are there who can open portals? Very rare. Moreover, even if the portal is opened, it cannot remain stable for a long time, and the number of troops that can teleport is limited. And this strait has almost been blocked by the sea forces of the Scourge. Judging from Ares's letter, he warned the forces of the alliance not to underestimate the sea power of the Scourge Legion, which destroyed the powerful combined fleet of Kurtilas and Theramore, and even Stormwind City, a powerful navy that could not be fought against, was killed by the Scourge Legion's ghost fleet, which is enough to get a glimpse of the Scourge Legion's strength.

Varian had reined in the pride of his youth, and as a worthy king, he exercised maximum restraint and caution.

"We should find another way to cross the sea."

Looking at the vastness of the sea, Varian frowned.

Magni rode a huge battle goat and was similarly at a loss. This was one of the few expeditions made by the King of Ironforge in person, and he had to get the army of Ironforge to cross the strait. Otherwise, it hurts too much self-esteem......

"There may be only one way to cross this sea."

The two were silent for a long time before Magni spoke thoughtfully.

"What's the solution, old friend? You're not trying to tell me you're going to rebuild this bridge, are you? ”

Varian half-jokingly returned.

"No, it is impossible to rebuild. Rebuild the bridge under the threat of the Scourge Legion, unless I'm insane. I mean, the solution to the problems at sea still depends on the traditional maritime power of Kurtilas. ”

Magni whispered.

"What? Old friend, you're not mistaken, are you? Kurtilas's fleet has been wiped out in the Battle of the Endless Sea! ”

Varian called. Confusion was written all over his face.

But Magni has his own opinions.

"Boy, you're a good king, but you're not old enough for my age. There are many things you haven't experienced yet. Don't underestimate the Kurtilas, they have been dealing with the sea for centuries, and their strength is not something that can destroy them with a naval battle. ”

Magni said meaningfully. He remembered the Orc Wars of the past. Varian was a kid at the time.

"Does Kurtiras still have the strength to form a new fleet in a short period of time?"

Varian wondered. He stared at Magni with a slightly suspicious gaze.

"Yes, it has. As long as the king of Kul Tiras wills. ”

"You mean Catherine?"

"Hmmm......"

Magni sighed under his breath.