"Follow me, charge! For Azeroth! ”

War horses neigh, beasts gallop. Ares roared loudly.

In the gloomy sky, a golden light tore through the dark clouds and fell from the sky, enveloping Ares. In the bright light, the paladin was like a golden sword, killing into the vast sea of zombies.

Behind them, countless roaring werewolves and blood-colored crusaders followed their High Lord and slaughtered into the Scourge army.

It's like a red tide rushing into the black sea of zombies.

The battle line was ignited, and at the moment when the blood-colored warriors and werewolves rushed to the undead position, countless zombies and warriors were instantly knocked down, and the sound of armor and weapons colliding resounded in the sky.

Furious warhammers and swords slashed frantically, and holy light flashed on the battle line. The armies of undead soldiers and zombies fell like ears of wheat from the autumn harvest.

Ares held a big sword, and with a sword, he split the head of the zombie in front of him, and the blade slashed down from top to bottom, even splitting half of its body, and the rolling green fire devoured the zombie in front of him.

In a frenzy of revenge, the fallen Ember Messenger slashed left and right, frantically slaughtering the undead in front of them. It seems to have found the meaning of its existence, and it keeps killing, like frost sorrow, and only slaughter can satisfy it. Ares could barely control it.

Old Mograine's fallen soul lurked in the sword, and in a frenzy, the greatsword arced through the air, and the Scourge soldiers around Ares fell, and the corpses piled up higher and higher. But the killing hasn't stopped, it can't stop at all.

The green light flashed, and a skeleton head flew out of the air, and with another sword, the body of a zombie was cut in half, and another sword directly penetrated the chest of a zombie, and the rolling green fire instantly burned it to ashes. In Ares' hands, the fallen greatsword was as nimble as a part of his body, and wherever it pointed, it turned into a cloud of ashes.

The High Lord's bravery made the eyes of the Scarlet Crusaders and Gilneth Werewolves behind him widen, is this their High Lord? The Ember Bringer seems to be back, though a little bit wrong...... But, in any case, Ares has already slaughtered into the army of the undead, and it seems that the corpses of the enemy are still increasing and stacking, while he himself, seemingly unscathed, the legend of the Ash Bringer, one man and one sword, killed the army of the undead, and exited intact.

The coalition forces were boiling, and both the Gilneth soldiers and the Scarlet Crusaders were roaring and fighting hard. Push the front forward.

The Wall of the Dead is right in front of you.

Shattered corpse bombs were dropped from the high walls, and the corpse bombs infused with dark magic struck the crowd, exploding, rotting limbs and internal organs exploding, and blood pouring down on the warriors like rain. The horrific scene made the Scarlet Recruits almost paralyzed with fear. But for the veterans, this is nothing, and there are even more terrifying images waiting for them to face.

The priests began to sing hymns of hope in the backfield, and the holy light overflowed like a surging spring, healing the wounded warriors again, and the blood-colored battle banner was stained with layers of blood, the blood of the enemy's corpses, and the blood of their own warriors.

"We defend glory with blood!"

The flag bearer was pierced by an arrow from the skeleton archer, and Ares took the flag and shouted loudly. At the same time, he stuck the Ember Messenger on the ground, and healed the Bannerbearer with one hand. Light slowly seeped from the palm of his hand.

The rousing battle song inspired the warriors to fight bloodily, and they crossed the battle banner and slaughtered towards the Gate of Bones under the barrier of the undead.

However, at this moment, a terrifying roar came from behind the gate, and in the surprised eyes of everyone, the white bone gate opened, and more than a dozen fat natural calamity abominations burst out from it.

They all had tilted heads, three or four arms, and held thick chains ending in sharp barbs that could hook any living creature that tried to run and flee. The fat body is like a bulldozer moving forward wildly, as soon as these terrifying big guys appeared, all the undead zombies immediately made way for them, and a few brainless zombies didn't know how to give way, and were pushed away by these terrifying zombies, trampled on the ground, and turned into a pile of meat sauce and blood mud.

"Regroup!"

Ares shouted.

If the Scourge Legion's position is not easy to deal with, I am afraid that it will suffer heavy losses and even be wiped out.

As soon as the great lord gave the order, the blood-colored archers and mages suddenly stood in the front row, and the melee infantry continued to retreat, fighting spirit is one thing, and the disparity in combat effectiveness is another. Morale can't make a small soldier become a god-like existence, the blood-colored warrior who didn't have time to withdraw was hooked by the natural disaster abomination, and in the scream, the weak human body was pulled in front of the abomination in the air, and then, before he had time to turn back, the abomination had already reached out another hand and burrowed the blunt weapon into the human warrior's body, and the bloody internal organs were suddenly squeezed out of the broken body.

Some Gilneth werewolves tried to challenge Abomination, only to be hooked by the barb of Abomination, tossed into the air like a toy, slammed into the ground, pulled up again, and flung to the ground again. Until the werewolf's bones shattered, blood continued to flow from the eyes, mouth and nose.

In the chaos, the Scarlet warriors retreated, while the hunters fired lit rockets at these disgusting behemoths.

But it doesn't look like it works very well.

"Lord Mograine, whether you can hear my cries or not, please open your eyes and see the tragic situation in front of us, the valiant warriors are falling, the darkness is about to come again, we cannot let more Scarlet soldiers fall again, let us fight side by side, for the Scarlet Crusaders, for the Silver Dawn, for Darien, for our homeland, revenge, revenge! Mograini! ”

Looking at the falling crusaders in front of him, Ares prayed reverently, concentrating on the spirit in the sword. A miraculous scene suddenly appeared, and the fallen Ember Bringer roared, as if it were the god of dark vengeance, and the entire greatsword ignited with fiery green flames, and the skull emblem on the greatsword glittered.

In the next second, Ares raised his sword and charged, like a warrior, not a paladin. Instead of summoning the Holy Light, he became one with the fallen greatsword. The whole person was like a glittering green circle of light, jumping high, and under the torrential rain, the fallen ash messenger broke through the rain curtain and slashed at the nearest abomination!

The scourge abomination turned one eye and looked at Ares falling into the sky, his pupils dilating dramatically. A green flame fell from the sky and poured down on it.

"For the soul of Lordaeron!"

Ares roared, and the fallen Ember Bringer slashed through countless rotting limbs and shredded flesh before falling to the ground. Let out a hearty roar, and the green flames envelop the fat scourge abomination.

I saw that the fat natural calamity abomination body in front of me instantly turned into two halves, and the stump fragments fell heavily to the ground, and countless green plagues were spreading out of its body.