"Array, puff ......"

"Attack!"

When the battle song sounded, hundreds of paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand formed a silver battle line and launched a Jedi counterattack against the massive cataclysmic undead.

At this moment, the light soaked the earth, the paladins called for the holy light with incomparably pious faith, and the miracle was unfolded at this moment, and the incomparably dazzling holy light fell from the sky, soaking the earth and soaking every pious paladin.

Their shields and armor turned to a shining gold, their eyes shimmered with the flames of vengeance, and in front of them, a waterfall of holy light turned into a waterfall. The golden flame fell from the sky and set fire for thousands of miles.

With the Shield hammer in hand, the Knights charged their way, civilians and Lordaeron soldiers fighting behind the Holy Knights. Just as Ares had promised the people in advance, the Light would come. It will dispel the evil of this world and illuminate the darkest corners.

In the midst of the vast army of the undead, a pure golden light always shrouded the royal city of Lordaeron, which was the sincere prayer of hundreds of paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand, the earth became a place of judgment, and the holy wrath spread all the way from the King's Road. The Ember Messenger was like a bamboo, and the light flashed from the blade, and the holy light was as inexhaustible as a spring. Ares felt his breathing become easier, his arms stronger and more powerful, and each blow was carried with anger at the enemy, with mercy for the Holy Light, and when the Holy Light appeared, the undead were destroyed and his comrades were healed.

The silver-white army of paladins rushed all the way, leaving behind them the devastated corpses of the King's Avenue, most of which were shattered and fragmented, never to be resurrected.

"Lordaeron will win!"

In the crowd of the undead, Ares shouted. The robes and capes were completely dyed red, and even the faces were covered with the stench of blood of the enemy.

However, the morale of the Order was still high. They had waited so long, so long, for the Light to finally come.

All the way!

The loud trumpet sounded again, the sound of the iron sword unsheathed, and the elves emptied their quivers and rushed up from the back row, fighting with the paladins of the Order.

They stood shoulder to shoulder, with the Paladin's warriors fending off the undead soldiers' slashes with their heavy shields, while the Elven Ranger stabbed his razor-sharp daggers and daggers into the torsos of his enemies and into the hearts of them. Although they no longer have a living heart.

The dwarves were slashing with guns and axes.

"Assault formation!"

At the front, Ares' lieutenant Drumm shouted loudly, and the Lordaeron hoplites maintained a neat formation and continued to break through. The priests and paladins behind them cast blessings on these brave warriors. A faint light shrouded these bloody warriors. The iron armor on his body made a trembling sound, and his mouth spat on a warm breath, and the warriors sent their heavy swords and axes into the enemy's body.

In the air, griffons hissed and flew beneath the floating fortress of Naxxramas, flying over the corpse-strewn King's Avenue, dropping deadly storm hammers on the army of the undead in front of the Knights. Lightning roared in the sky, bright blue lightning jumped between heaven and earth, accompanied by the screams of undead gargoyles, and the entire battlefield of Lordaeron was like a battle for the end.

Dram's entire shoulder was pierced by the spear of the undead soldier, and the flesh was blurred, and in the midst of the screams, Ares turned around and slashed open the undead soldier who had assassinated Dram. When the Ember Bringer landed, the undead soldiers were split in two, and the blood and carrion ignited a holy flame. As more undead soldiers pounced, Ares roared and stabbed his greatsword into the ground. The flame spread out sharply around the greatsword, and the holy fury ignited in the bodies of forty or fifty undead infantry at the same time, and at the same time, a bright and fiery wing burst out from behind Ares.

The undead who approached him all felt the heat and power of this flame.

However, at the lich's death command, a tidal wave of undead soldiers and ghouls continued to pounce on Ares. Pounce on the Ember Bringer.

But this time, Ares is no longer the immature young man he was back then, and the passage of time has allowed him to grow into a true warrior, a true paladin. A paladin who wields the wrath of the light is a formidable opponent. The power of the Holy Light surged around Ares, and each wave of the Ember Bringer formed a small storm, a true divine storm, in the golden light mist, the undead fell in pieces, and the severed limbs and severed arms flew in the air, outlining a poignant picture of war.

In the tide of darkness, the roar of the head of the knights was like a trumpet of dawn, inspiring all the people of Lordaeron to fight bloodily, the sword was in the people, and the battle flag of Lordaeron fluttered in the wind, standing tall. The blood of the enemy was splattered over and over again, and the blue-white battle flag turned a vivid red.

"The Knights do not fall!"

Ares struck like the wind into a sea of corpses, he hissed and fought bloodily. The light surged through him, blood pouring into every vein, and the light overflowed from his body, turning even his armor and eyes into a blazing gold.

The flag bearer clutched the Lordaeron flag and followed the Grand Master, all forgetting their fears and exhaustions. In the midst of the dark horde of corpses, the last paladins of Lordaeron are in the midst of their archlord Ares. Led by Mowglian, he rushed along the King's Avenue and fought his way through the army of the undead.

A bloodthirsty ghoul pounced on the young paladin Arator beside Ares, and was about to bite when an elven arrow pierced its body. Arator turned his head just in time to see Sylvanas' agile figure leaping above the undead soldier's head......

On the other side, Liadeline was knocked away by an abomination, just as Abomination was brandishing a huge iron chain and preparing to smash Liadlin on the ground, a flash of light flashed, and the three arms of Abomination were slashed away by the big sword that shone with golden light in an instant, in the blazing light, Ares had no nonsense, a sword flattened half of Abomination's body, and pure light exploded from the body of the fat Scourge monster, and in less than three seconds, Abomination's strong and huge body turned into a piece of flesh and blood, flowing down the face......

Under the surge of blood, the Scourge Legion was torn open a deep hole, and the light was about to pierce the dark sky, and the sunlight was about to shine on the holy white capital of Lordaeron. However, just as everyone cheered for the miracle that was coming, an extremely powerful dark force was approaching.

The priests and Ares felt the power first. It's like a vast ocean of darkness, boundless and endless. It was more powerful than all the undead present, as if all the forces of darkness were concentrated in an absolute realm, a realm so dark and cold that not even a trace of light could shine through. It is Arthas, the Lich King, the messenger of darkness and the lord of the undead......