"You are not qualified to judge me, because I am your ancestor!"

The Viku patriarch roared. The whole tent suddenly became full of murderous intent.

Ares treated him coldly, his heavy armor was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the Viku patriarch, but what Ares really relied on was not this heavy armor, but his faith. Yes, the Light is sheltering His followers at all times.

The Viku patriarch drew his axe and roared, and an axe slashed at him. Ares, on the other hand, retreated with only a slight injury, his left hand spread out, and after a brief prayer, a pure and brilliant light bloomed from the paladin's hand, instantly confusing the Viku patriarch in front of him.

At the same time, a dozen Veku warriors roared and rushed in from outside the tent.

At the last moment, Sylvanas emerged from the darkness—

"Next!"

With a brief exchange, the Ember Messenger was thrown into the air, and the Paladin Grand Lord Ares skillfully caught the greatsword in the air, and in an instant, a dazzling light bloomed from this legendary weapon. The eyes of the Viku people in the audience suddenly narrowed, and no warrior could look directly at this brilliant light. It's like the sun on the ground. It exudes pure light and heat.

Several Viku warriors hesitated for a moment, but rushed forward. However, the blinding light blurred their vision. Even the Viku patriarch himself couldn't attack Ares well. And Ares moved forward with ease in this light, rushing to kill.

"In the name of the Light!"

"The Cruel, the Bloodthirsty, the Judgment, the Punishment!"

A roar came from Ares' mouth, and at this moment, the Ember Bringer and the Paladin became one. Forty or fifty Viku warriors rushed into the scene, but no one could wound Ares. With the heavy armor of the paladin and the blessing of the holy light, the Viku people used all their strength to strike, and the axe only slashed at the surface of the armor, and could not continue to cut in.

The miraculous sight shocked the Viku, and Ares continued to fight his way, even knocking down a tall Viku warrior with the power of the Light. Another tribal warrior swung a hammer and was shot through the wrist by Sylvanas, sending the heavy hammer to the ground, while Ares turned and stabbed him with the hilt of his sword.

Again, the Ember Bringer danced a brilliant golden color in the air, and a Viku warrior who had no time to block was slashed open with a sword. The rough flesh cracked instantly, and blood stained the entire cheek like a fountain.

In a brutal and bloody battle, as a human, Ares fought and advanced to break out of the broken tent. More Vikus rushed in front of them. They fought with a variety of crude weapons. Even, a tamed Ancestral Dragon roared in the air and was about to dive down.

However, in such a dangerous situation, Ares still did not retreat. Behind the Ancestral Dragon, a small white dot appeared.

Despite being so small compared to the progenitor's massive body, Ares knew that the battle was never won by size. The massive Goron will be brought down by the orcs, an abomination of the paladins who cannot resist the unwavering faith. This is the power of faith and spirit.

The Ancestral Dragon roared low in the air, and the Viku people avoided it. In their eyes, this proud and arrogant human is about to become the supper of this carnivorous dragon. However, Ares was confident. Facing the direction where the Ancestral Dragon was flying, the Great Lord raised the giant sword in his hand.

The Ember Bringer reflected the sun's rays on the ground, and a bright light burst from Ares, and like the Viku, the massive Ancestral Dragon was unable to open its eyes. This light shines so brightly, it is justice, it is judgment!

At the same time, just as the Ancestral Dragon was about to swoop to the ground, the Snow Eagle screamed and swooped down from a high altitude. It really verifies the sentence that the praying mantis catches the cicada and the yellow finch is behind. In an instant, the Snow Eagle bit the back of the Ancestral Dragon's neck like a dancer in the air. The dragon's most vulnerable.

His eyes were burned by the light, and his neck was pecked by a griffin. The Ancestral Dragon let out a mournful roar, flapping its wings indiscriminately, and fell to the ground like a pile of fat. The entire dragon collapsed less than five meters in front of Ares. Dust from the glide filled the sky over the camp.

When the Viku people covered their mouths and noses, swept away the dust, and walked to the place where the Ancestral Dragon had landed, they were surprised to find that the mighty dragon had been trampled under the feet of a thin human.

The Ancestral Dragon barely had the strength to struggle, and the fiery heat spat out from between its mouth and nose. Warm blood poured from its wounded area. A large white bird (griffon) was standing on his back, pacing leisurely back and forth.

Ares on the head of the Ancestral Dragon was dressed in a military uniform, a golden light flashing through him, and the Ember Bringer illuminated the dusk camp as if it were day.

Finally, the Viku in the camp couldn't take it anymore.

The first Viku warrior laid down his weapon and uttered a strange language, an ancient and mysterious language, a language that only they themselves could understand.

Immediately afterward, more of the Vikus threw away their weapons and half-knelt in front of Ares and the dragon......

"What are they reading?"

Standing in front of the many Veku, Ares turned his head and asked Khadgar.

However, the mage could not answer either. The library in Dalaran did not record these ancient rituals.

"I don't know, maybe they think you're their god."

Khadgar shrugged and replied.

After a while, Sylvanas and the leader of the Viku people also appeared, and this time, even the leader of the Viku people reverently knelt in front of Ares.

It can be seen that this scene convinced the Viku people present. Not because Ares defeated the adult Progenitor Dragon, but more because of the spirit of the paladins in battle, a way of fighting that the Viku had never seen before. During Ares' charge, the golden light enveloped him and protected him. Even the mightiest warriors could not break his armor, and this miraculous scene completely convinced them.

"My people and I will obey your leadership with all our might. Children of Light. ”

Pious words came from the mouth of the Viku patriarch. It's hard to imagine that the Viku patriarch, who had been baring his teeth and claws and threatening and intimidating half an hour ago, had become so humble at this moment.

As for the children of light they mentioned, Ares looked confused. Could it be that there is also a source of faith in the beliefs of the Viku people?

It's just that now is not the time to look into that. Gradually, under the pious gaze of everyone, Ares jumped from the head of the ancestral dragon......