The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, whom Kergassud was proud of, were killed by Ares in an instant as soon as they fought, and the powerful power of the Ember Messenger had broken through Ares's imagination. With the power of the Holy Light surging through his body, Ares seemed to have inexhaustible power, and at the same time, the Ember Bringer no longer made a ghostly sound, but turned into a pure weapon of holy light, and wherever Ares swung his sword, the Holy Light judged it. Old Mograine's soul had been purified, though at the expense of Tirio and his son, and of Ares' mentor, Fred. There are also countless Silver Dawn warriors.

Ares had imagined more than once what it would be like to fight the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but he could never have imagined that it would be the case now, with the mighty Four Horsemen vulnerable to the attacks of the Ember Bringer.

The Death Knight Dwarven Kurtaz summons a meteorite, but before the meteorite falls, Ares rolls over and dodges, then lunges and stabs his greatsword into the heart of the Dwarven Deathrider. The ghostly fire that filled the ground was suddenly extinguished. The other Death Knight was blocked by the combined forces of Herold and Drum, and when Ares came with his sword to kill him, she was also powerless to resist.

It can be seen that she was a beautiful female elf when she was alive, and for a moment, Ares remembered Sylvanas, but in just a moment, such thoughts were forcibly suppressed. The Ember Bringer pierced the Death Knight's chest with the agility of a bobcat and the force of a grizzly bear. Dark energy escaped from her.

Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Ares knew that in this way, the knight's soul could be truly liberated......

A moment later, a mess of flesh and blood corpses was left on the ground.

Kergassud hurriedly unleashed the teleportation spell, but it was too late. Ares pressed in.

With the fire of justice, with the judgment of order, with the vengeful wrath of all Lordaeron's souls. Slash at this fallen wizard. It's not a wizard anymore, it's a lich.

In the bright light, the Ember Messenger was like a golden light, venting on Kergasud.

……

Time almost froze, and the greatsword fell with the flames of judgment, and it slashed open Kergasud's skull.

In the next second, the lich's skeleton was split in half by the holy sword! Flame Incineration...... However, Ares could feel that not much dark energy was emanating from this shattered body.

The ghostly voice was heard in the air again—

"Paladin, you are victorious, yes, a temporary victory. Darkness will once again descend on the land, and the Lich King will reforge order in this world. ”

With the dark voice of Kergassud, Naxxramas moved slowly, like a mountain, from the Hand of Tyr.

Countless gargoyles also grabbed the remaining zombies and ghouls on the ground and flew towards the huge air fortress. The tide of darkness is receding.

A ray of sunlight shines through the clouds and shines on the land of the Hand of Tyr. However, on the ground, it is no longer a peaceful and peaceful town, but a morgue...... The corpses of skeletons, abominations, zombies, ghouls and human warriors, archers, priests, knights littered the land.

Most of them are broken, with broken torsos and naked. The exposed entrails, the severed arms, legs and feet, and the shattered helmet were mixed with red and white slurry......

The corpse of a frost dragon lay intact on the ground, apparently dragged from the air by a combined force of mages and suppressed to the ground for killing.

The griffons of the Hammer Dwarves landed in a circle, and it was clear that they had not expected such a tragic battlefield.

As in the Battle of Stratholme, the Scarlet Crusaders, Silver Dawn, and the Ash Inquisitors were victorious, but the number of casualties was horrifying. After a few battles, and the fleet drawn from the expedition to Northrend, the Scarlet Crusaders in the Plaguelands were almost completely wiped out......

Banazar was dead and driven back to the Twisted Void, but it was too late. The Scarlet Crusaders had just been purified before they were wiped out.

"Hey, boy, there's a couple of hits."

Muller, the Hammer Dwarf, slowly descended his griffon, and he was clearly much cleaner than the warriors on land, with little blood, but Ares knew that the battle he had experienced would not be easier than the warriors on the ground, if not more so.

After all, not everyone has the courage to stand up to the Frost Dragon. What's more, it is still at an altitude of hundreds of meters, and few people in the human world can achieve this kind of psychological quality.

"Thank you, friend."

Covered in blood, Ares stood up straight and returned respectfully. The light was fading from him, but that didn't mean the power of the Light was fading, just that there were no undead to judge, and the Ember Bringer was retracting from the light. Turned into a sacred fire, healing all the wounds in Ares' body.

"I haven't recognized you as my friend. But, well, for the sake of your heroic fight, I recognize you as my friend. ”

Mueller said, jumping off the big white griffon beneath him. It was the first time Ares had seen this aerial bird of prey up close. It was larger than a lion, and it didn't look bad-tempered, with eagle eyes staring at all the humanoids around it, as if everyone but the dwarves were enemies. The real Azeroth is not like in the game, everyone can ride a griffin, here, very few humans can ride a griffin, first of all, without systematic training, ordinary people on the griffin, will definitely not be able to control, if you don't fall from the air, it is half a life. Secondly, it took centuries for dwarves to develop a good relationship with griffins, and once humans approached this bird of prey, they would be slapped to death by griffons. Its claws are more powerful than those of a grizzly bear.

The dwarf's answer left Ares speechless for a moment. At this moment, Gianna dragged her tired body over and thanked the Hammer Dwarf. Like the other mages, she had exhausted her mana against the Frost Dragon, and she was very weak, but she still stood by Ares's side, on behalf of herself, and on behalf of Kul Tiras, thanking the Hammer Dwarves for their assistance.

In fact, the cost of this aid was enormous for the dwarves, who lost twenty-six griffons and likewise twenty-six griffon knights to fight the frost dragons. Twenty-six griffin knights, this is not a small number, you know, a griffin brigade is only fifty people, and the loss of twenty-six people at once is equivalent to the loss of half a brigade, and the combat effectiveness of a griffin brigade is comparable to a human warband.

The Hammer Dwarf could be seen with displeasure on his face, but he didn't say anything about it. After all, what they saw here today was terrifying, and Mueller would definitely report the situation here to the Hammer Leader when he returned. Before, no dwarves believed in the power of the Scourge Legion, these dwarves living in the Eagle's Nest Mountain, because of the high mountain range, even isolated from the northern continent, the natural plague did not spread to their territory at all, before coming here, no dwarf believed that the Scourge undead had reached such a terrifying scale.