Paladin's Verdict.

All along, Ares thought it was just an in-game ability, and he only released it once in the Battle of Quel'Thalas, and then never reappeared. And at this moment, maybe it's the combat skills of skilled paladins. This skill becomes a breeze and can be unleashed.

Almost every three blows, the power in the body began to expand, like a holy grail full of energy, and the full holy energy evolved into a powerful holy strike, turning the originally simple physical attack into a pure holy energy attack!

And this kind of attack is a pure blow of holy light that ignores the opponent's armor! This means that no matter whether the undead soldier is wearing leather armor, chain mail, or full-body plate armor, as long as the paladin rulings are sold, any armor becomes useless. Under the pure light attack, the Scourge soldiers were burned to ashes, and the ground was littered with shattered armor and helmets.

The big green sword flew into the air, and the undead warriors in front of him were shaved off their heads one by one and disemboweled. Feeling the surge of holy light in his body, Ares seemed to have finally found the rhythm of the battle. Three ordinary attacks, cutting off the hands and feet of the three zombies, and then the last blow, the paladin ruling, instantly split the oncoming oncoming crypt demon in half. With a flash of blazing light, the spider's head fell to the ground, and disgusting insect juice suddenly poured out of the cracked head. No amount of sturdy insect beetles could stop this pure holy energy attack.

The fierce battle around him could not stop Ares's meditation and understanding, it seemed that it was a process of quantitative change to qualitative change, and after becoming familiar with the combat skills of the paladin, many divine skills continued to pour into the brain. As if it were a revelation of the Light.

A ghoul roared and rushed towards Ares, but was blasted in the head by an exorcism spell by Ares, and its body exploded like a living bomb, the moment it touched Ares's palm. The golden light pierced the epidermis, as if the holy light had dispelled the evil, causing a critical ......

With the giant sword in hand, Ares fought in the sea of zombies, and gradually, the overflowing holy light flowed out of his body, turning into a blazing flame around the paladin. The crimson flames scorched the ground beneath his feet, and all the undead who came near him were incinerated to ashes...... And with the awakening of the power of the Light, the Fallen Ember Bringer has become an ordinary weapon, it is no longer infinitely powerful, but only used as an ordinary greatsword.

Ares felt that it was so repulsed by the Light, that it was such a powerful artifact before the Fall, and that after the Fall, he became the spokesperson for revenge and slaughter.

The more Ares fought, the more excited he became, and once again he took the position of a great lord and struck into the enemy group. Slay the undead while healing your wounded companions. The surging power seemed to yearn for battle, for its light and heat, to slay the undead, to save the living. As if he no longer needed to pray, Ares raised his left hand, and a ball of bright light bloomed from his palm, instantly healing the injured Silver Dawn warrior nearby. Under the shroud of holy light, the land around the Great Lord has become a forbidden place for the undead natural disaster!

And with the continuous influx of coalition forces, fierce battles broke out in the entire Hearthplace Valley.

Countless gargoyles flew through the air, and then looked at the lone Coalition soldiers on the ground, pounced on them, grabbed them, shredded them, or threw them in the air.

Since there was no such air combat unit as the Griffin, gradually, large forces could only move intensively. The Mages are the only combat class on the field that can fight back against the Scourge Gargoyles. Of course, it is not excluded that some brave warriors will throw their weapons and smash these undead stone monsters the moment they swoop down from the gargoyles.

The air was filled with the stench of torn flesh.

It can be seen that countless Silver Dawn Warriors and Ash Inquisition Warriors, roaring angrily, one after another, slaughtered into the castle of Madenhold.

Like a red and white ribbon, surging into the fortress of the dead.

The battle continued until dark.

The entire Valley of the Hearth is like a massacre, with the corpses of undead soldiers and coalition soldiers everywhere in the squares, towers, streets, and broken houses.

And in order to prevent the corpses from being summoned again, at night, everyone's task is not to rest and sleep, nor to rebuild the fortress, but to pile these corpses together and burn them with fire...... Thousands of dead bodies, all but the wounded warriors, were involved in this vast work.

Ares and Tyran entered the castle of Madenhold, and entered the huge castle, and Ares realized why Tyran had to take it back. In the basement of the castle, Ares and Gianna saw a myriad of weapons and armor, with swords and hammers, battle axes, and shields piled up in every corner of the arsenal. Some of them look brand new, proving that the Scourge is here to craft weapons and arm their troops.

"The mountains behind the Valley of the Hearth are rich in iron ore, and a ready-made mine can be used to craft weapons and armor to arm a legion. So, you now know why the Scourge also values this place, it's more than just a refuge. ”

Looking at the mountains of weapons and armor, Tyran said with relief.

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"Sally. Whiteman. ”

At night, the bleak moonlight poured into the Valley of the Hearth, and Tyran walked past the weary crowd before finally settling down beside Attorney Whitemayne. His gaze rested on Whitemane, full of concern.

"Huh? How do you know my name? Your Excellency the Commander. ”

Beside the fire, Whitemayne turned his head and looked at the young and honest Tyran. Her face was so innocent that Styran looked a little embarrassed and unnatural in front of her. But he still wouldn't take his eyes off Whiteman, and as she looked away, Tyran turned his head to look at her innocent face.

"Well, I heard them all call you the Grand Prosecutor. The Grand Inquisitor of the Scarlet Abbey is Whitemayne, and though I haven't seen you before, I've heard of you. ”

Tyran scratched his messy hair and replied with a smile.

"Oh...... Nice to meet you...... It was a great victory. ”

Whitemane looked at Tyran, who was full of excitement and a little weird, and didn't know how to resolve the embarrassment, so he simply changed the subject. Talked about the boring war. It is also true that it is most normal for colleagues and comrades-in-arms to talk about this, although Tyran may not like to talk about this very much......

"Uh...... Yes...... Indeed, we recaptured the Valley of the Hearth......"

"Whiteman, I've heard that the Abbey is back on track under your leadership."

Tyran was a little nervous, not knowing what to say, and he chatted with Whitemayne on and off. And Whitemane, out of courtesy, sat and listened to him ask all kinds of questions. In a way, they were actually friends, with Tyran's father, Tirio, and Whitemayne's adoptive father, Mograine, once comrades-in-arms. All belong to the Knights of the Silver Hand.

"Well, to be exact, not only my credit, but also Ares, and even Ares is the main initiator, without him, I would not have been able to know the truth about Renault's father-killing, without him, I would still be indulging in a frenzy of bloody revenge. Strangely, many strange sounds had disappeared from my head since he came to the monastery. So, when it comes to purifying the monastery, I think he has a greater credit. ”

Whitemane said, a glimmer of joy in his eyes. Especially when talking about Ares, the little girl's eyes immediately changed from one to the other.

"Ares...... Well, he's a hero indeed......"

Tyran said, sighing. It was originally a joy to hear others praise his comrades-in-arms and brothers, but Tyran said, with a little bitterness in his heart. He fixed his gaze on Whitemayne again, and an unspeakable pain crept through his heart......