Ares grew stronger and braver, and the light shrouded him as if it were an inexhaustible source of energy, and with a shield in his left hand and a hammer in his right, Ares slashed towards the densest place of the undead army. The crusaders struck, one by one, the corpses under their feet continued to increase, those ghouls, were burned to the point that only a pile of skeletons remained, those skeleton warriors were knocked away by a hammer, knocked down, and countless blue soul fires floated in the air.

The heavy armor was already covered with the black blood of the undead zombies, Ares walked up to a wounded blood-colored crusader warrior, put down the war hammer, and gently touched the warrior's wound with one hand, and in the next second, a bright light bloomed from Ares' palm, and the warrior's wound was healing.

A ghoul tries to kill Ares while he heals his companion, but is knocked away by Ares with a steel iris shield and falls into the grass and burns, letting out a demonic wail.

When Ares got up again, the surrounding undead skeletons and zombies undoubtedly did not dare to step forward again, and they saw a blazing light enveloping Ares, so hot that they could not get close.

Led by Ares, the Scarlet Crusaders in the audience began to fight back. Kill where the necromancer is, because only by killing the necromancer can this battle truly end. Otherwise, a steady stream of zombies will get up again.

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In the face of the menacing counterattack of the Scarlet Crusaders, the necromancer recited the incantation again, and under the dark canopy, countless bones, stumps and severed arms began to rise from the ground, gathering together at great speed, like a gust of ghostly wind blowing them together and gluing them together, countless bones colliding with each other and making a loud sound that lasted endlessly.

Then, an impenetrable wall of bones appeared in front of Ares and the other Crusaders.

"For Lordaeron!"

Ares roared, and the warhammer immediately glowed with a brilliant golden light.

The still alive Scarlet Crusader warriors were demoralized and charged after their commander.

The undead skeletons, zombies, and scourge dogs in front of them were all beheaded and swept away, and rotten flesh and broken bones were scattered on the path of the Crusaders' charge.

Feeling the surging of holy light in his body, Ares threw away the iris shield, held the hammer in both hands, and struck hard, a bright light bloomed from the hammer edge, and in the next second, the huge bone wall collapsed like a dam bursting the embankment. Countless broken bones and rotting limbs splattered around Ares' eyes, stenching juice and blood splattering Ares' face.

Picking up the paladin's shield on the ground, Ares roared and continued to charge.

The Scarlet Crusaders behind them, even though exhausted, charged with their commander. Like a golden sword, plunged into the heart of darkness.

The necromancer wailed and fled, but Ares had already rushed in front of him, and with a blow down, one of the Scourge necromancers fell to the ground, blood blistering in his mouth, and the light roasted its skin, and when he took off his mask, the face was half rotten and disgusting.

However, the battle was far from over, and every day was accompanied by night, and just as the Scarlet Crusaders were fighting bloodily and their morale was high, there was an uneasy neighing in the air, it was the neighing of war horses, but not ordinary war horses. Not far away, a pair of scarlet eyes were staring at Ares who was killing enemies on the battlefield. That's the undead warhorse!

"Ares, it's the Death Knight!!"

Drumm shouted.

Ares turned around, and under the night, a vague figure gradually revealed, its steps were very heavy, and its feet seemed to be stained with stars and broken ice, and every step was so heavy, revealing the breath of death. The heavy armor trembled on his body, making a slight uneasy sound.

All around, there were constantly flickering figures, and the sound of fighting kept coming, but the dark shadow stared straight at Ares, and he didn't pay attention to the others. Ares could even feel the cold aura emanating from it, the cold that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

A crusader charged at the monster, only to see a long sword with a blue glow emerge from the rain curtain under the black cloak, piercing the crusader in the abdomen. Then, the assassinated Scarlet Infantry was pushed away by the Death Knight expressionlessly, pulling the sword out of the soldier's body.

When the Death Knight, who is used to seeing in the game, is really standing in front of him, it is so terrifying and secluded.

Ares took a deep breath and the rain slid down his face.

The next moment, two heavily armored knights, one righteous and one evil, raised their respective weapons and rushed towards each other......

The Death Knight dragged the runic sword, and the cold aura of the blade turned the rain into ice crystals, dripping to the ground, and the dark sword suddenly glowed with a terrifying blue light.

At the moment of the on-the-head charge, Ares swung his war hammer and tried to smash the opponent's head, but the Death Knight made a nimble turn and appeared behind Ares, and in just a moment, the blue rune sword stabbed back fiercely.

I felt a sharp pain in my waist, and the Death Knight's dark rune sword bit deep into the gap in the Lion King's helmet, piercing the skin and slicing the muscles......

Ares, who was fatally hit by the rune sword, screamed and took a few steps forward, the power of the holy light in his body was rapidly draining, and the pain from the wound almost made Ares faint, he had never felt such pain in his life, it was not only a skin injury, but also frostbite, trauma, and when the cold rune sword pierced the skin, it also brought plague and disease into the body of the injured.

Unable to raise the hammer again, Ares half-knelt behind the knight's shield, his eyes fixed on the death knight in front of him, and a pair of ghostly red eyes were revealed in the dark cloak.

The real battle was so brutal that it didn't take the hands of the Death Knight to do it, Ares was already feeling physically exhausted, and the breath coming out of his mouth was weakening, and every breath was so rapid.

The Death Knight did not give its sworn enemy Paladin a chance to breathe, it clenched the runic sword in both hands, and a wave of undead lamentation wandered in the air, and Ares continued to gasp for breath, waiting for death to truly come.

"Damn the undead!"

However, at this moment, Falck and the Crusaders rushed from behind and pounced on the Death Knight in front of them.

"Captain, you go first, we'll take it here!"

Falk shouted, and Drumm struggled to hold Ares on his back and ran wildly.

The Light Priest opened the way, and the Scarlet Crusaders slashed with all their might, opening a way for Drum to escape. The world in front of him shook violently, the rain poured on his body, Ares felt unprecedented cold, and his eyes were too tired to see the figure in front of him......