Riding a silver war horse, facing the sun, charging all the way, in the holy hymn, Ares seemed to see the light again, angelic, shining all over, bathed in holy light, and singing with golden wings in the morning sun.

Although he didn't know what it was, Ares always felt that something was waiting for him in the dark, calling him. Holy fury rose from beneath his feet, and wherever the horses passed, the blood-colored earth burned with sacred flames.

"Follow me, charge!"

Feeling the surging light in his body, Ares roared loudly.

This rising power makes people forget fear, forget pain, and there is only fanaticism, only the power of holy judgment.

The Ember Bringer swung in the paladin's hand, flames erupting from the blade, and orcs in their path used their shields to dodge the scorching divine flames. However, the Ashbringer ignored these weapons and armor, and the orc infantry in front of him fell in pieces as the paladin's judgment fell again and again. The frenzy was burning, and the energy of the Holy Light filled the whole body, filling every vessel, every inch of skin, and every cell of the body.

Even, the surge of holy energy allowed Ares to perfectly play one paladin verdict after another without accumulating energy.

"Praise the Light!"

A heavy prayer came from Ares' mouth, and the Ember Bringer turned into a shining weapon of holy light, killing anything that stood in its way with a single sword.

A burly minotaur warrior roared and rushed forward, wielding a battle axe to create a huge arc, but Ares easily lowered his head to dodge, and before the minotaur warrior could react, the Ember Bringer had already pierced his chest with a sword!

The holy light surged on the sword again, and Ares drew the holy sword without much strength. In the air, the Horde's Wind Knight spotted the Alliance's new leader and swooped down on Ares with his bipedal wyvern.

However, contrary to the Wind Knight's expectations, the Paladin did not have the slightest intention of retreating in the face of the swooping Wyvern, and the Ash Bringer bloomed with endless light. At this moment, Ares remembered the time when he fought against the Frost Dragon in the Plaguelands, and the rolling waves of ice had not been able to stop the bloody charge of the Ashbringer, let alone now.

The Wyvern roared down from the sky, and Ares gained a foothold on the ground. The moment the wyvern swooped down, he held his sword in both hands and slashed out a perfect arc in the air. The golden light bloomed from the white Rezeb crystal, like the sun on the earth! In the next second, only the sound of flesh tearing and bone breaking was heard, and the bipedal wyvern was forcibly split off a wing! The orc rider on the dragon's back was thrown far away, and it looked like he was seriously injured.

The surrounding orcs looked at each other in surprise. A human being can burst out with such a strong combat power, they can't believe it, and they don't believe it!

The roar was heard again, and dozens of orc warriors pounced on Ares with their hammers and axes.

However, the real killing has just begun......

Ember Messenger, the sword is in the people, and the sword is one! The Holy Storm, the Paladin's Devotion, the Crusader Strike, Ares just like that, cut a bloody path through the crowd. An orc warrior rushed in front of him, and was directly pushed away by Ares, and then the great sword swung to the right, cutting off the arm of the other orc. The orc infantry immediately cried out in pain and fell to his knees, and the next moment, the sword of light spun in a rapid circle in Ares's hand, and the moment the enemy rushed up from behind, the blade stabbed straight into the opponent's chest, and the living heart almost immediately stopped beating.

In the interplay of light and shadow, the world seems to have only two colors left - gold and red. Golden light, red blood. I couldn't see the painful expressions of the orcs, and under the judgment of order, the giant sword fell again and again, and the orcs raised their weapons and shields again and again to block, but they were smashed again and again.

The blood of the enemy surged before his eyes, and the light continued to favor Ares. The Chosen One, shining brightly. The battle flag of the Alliance fluttered in the wind.

Reginald followed, Jean followed, Daelin followed, Drumham followed, and all followed the paladin charge. Behind Ares, like a great blue wall of steel, it continued to advance towards the orc battle line.

The melodious chant sounded in my ears again, a sound that seemed to come from a distant universe. Ares could feel that as soon as he stretched out his hand, the Holy Light was within reach, and his wounded comrades were healed by the Holy Light energy. Soon a new battle was joined.

"For the Alliance!"

Holding the battle flag in one hand and the Ember Messenger in the other, Ares shouted. At this moment, Daillin made up his mind that no matter what happened in the future, he would marry Gianna to the young Lordaeron Paladin.

Gradually, the tribe began to retreat. The shrill sound of a horn could be heard in the distance, but it was not the previous horn of charge, but the sound of retreat like a sunset idyll.

The tide of darkness faded.

In front of Ares, hordes of corpses of tribal warriors were piled up. Although some of these people are not the evil orcs who were corrupted by demons in the past...... But if he didn't attack just now, Dai Lin was defeated and the alliance collapsed, then the eastern continent would never be at peace. When the time comes, let alone revitalize Lordaeron, even Stormwind may be destroyed in this disaster.

Behind a seemingly insignificant battle is an immeasurable big picture.

As the tribe retreated, in the yellow sand, Ares seemed to see the orc chief sitting on the snow wolf. His blue eyes were staring at him. As if admiring, as if questioning. But perhaps it was just an illusion, and Ares didn't go after it. Because that would be pointless. Behind the Barren Lands lies Durotar, on which a sturdy orc base stands in the arid red lands. Even if the alliance had hundreds of thousands of troops, it would not be possible to capture that fortress. It was the capital of the tribe, Orgrimmar.

"Hail to you, Ares, you saved the Alliance once again."

Dragging his scarred body, Dai Lin walked over and said with an appreciative look.

Reginald, with the Generalissimo's sword in hand, gave Ares a standard military salute. It was one of the greatest battles he had ever seen. The Generalissimo remembered the distant past, when the Orcs first invaded Azeroth, during the Battle of Stormwind. That's when he was just an ordinary soldier in his new adulthood.

"On behalf of Stormwind, I salute you."

Reginald said, this sentence suddenly made Ares feel a little sad. The most powerful human kingdom in Azeroth, the Kingdom of Stormwind, was the only one in the Clash of the Alliance Clans...... It also reminded Ares of his purpose in coming to Karimdor this time - to bring Varian, the king of Stormwind. Wryon recovered.