Blood and Glory......

Lordaeron is warm and bright, and thousands of miles away in Northrend, the Allies are fighting to the death against the brutal Scourge of the Dead.

Massive forces of natural scourge ghouls and zombies continue to storm the defenses of the Lordaeron coalition. The archers have become free-fire, but their arm strength is limited, and they need to rest......

In order to relieve the pressure on the front line, King Jean of Gilneth personally led the werewolf troops, fighting from the flank, all the way into the tide of the undead, in order to divert the attention of the Scourge Legion.

When the old wolf rushed out, a large number of undead warriors immediately roared and rushed towards this werewolf army. The battlefield is getting bloodier.

Jean turned into a werewolf form, roared and smashed the zombie infantry in front of him with one claw, and stabbed the gargoylee swooping from the sky with another claw, disemboweling the undead gargoyle, and the foul smell of blood sprinkled on Jean's body, but it aroused the wolf nature in Jean's body even more. He roared and bit the throat of a ghoul, and then roared and stabbed his claws into the chest of another Scourge soldier, only to hear the sound of bones shattering, the old wolf roared angrily, pulled out his claws, and the Scourge soldier immediately spurted blood and fell to the ground.

More werewolves followed their king and fought bloodily. In the rear, the coalition front took the opportunity to adjust, and when the pressure was no longer great, the soldiers who had not yet participated in the battle moved to the front line, replacing the scarred and panting fighters.

The archers hurried to rest, their arm muscles were extremely sore, and even the strongest human beings, even if they volleyed more than a dozen rounds in a row, they would have to stop shooting because of the sore arm muscles. Even if you have plenty of arrows. The musketeers, on the other hand, had no such worries or concerns. As long as time permits, they can all day...... But on the plain battlefield, with the heavy infantry in front, the bullets could not fly parabolically, so the musketeers obviously did not have much room to play on such terrain.

Under the gray sky, the people of Gilne, led by King Jean, rushed all the way to kill. Until the surroundings are surrounded by undead groups.

"Damn it, Ares, what are you waiting for?!"

In the face of danger, Jean raised his head to the sky and roared. His men were already under siege, but the Order remained silent.

Blood poured over and over again on the Gilneys warriors, who were werewolves, and it was in their nature to kill bloodthirsty. However, no matter how strong a werewolf is, it can't fight five undead at the same time......

Finally, under the gloomy sky, a golden light slowly opened.

From the flanks of the battlefield, the entire battlefield is illuminated, and half the sky is illuminated.

"For Lordaeron!"

Galloping horses, holy light shrouded the knights, the great lord Ares. Mowglian took the lead, and a golden glow fell on him. Like a lightbringer, the war horse went on a rampage and slaughtered into a dense pile of undead.

With the paladin's charge, flames burst out from the Ash Bringer's Blade Mountain, and the war horse smashed through the emaciated undead one by one, easily tearing a deep hole in the army of the undead. At the same time, wherever the horses passed, the earth was ablaze with a holy flame.

The blazing heat makes it impossible for any of the undead to get close.

That's right, it's the Ember Brilleg, a weapon that the Lich King sees as a thorn in the flesh. Whoever wields it is a huge threat to the Frozen Throne.

Not even the fat abomination could get close to it, and the blazing light was like the sun on the ground, breaking through the blockade of the undead. Straight to the encirclement.

"You're too late, boy!"

Jean, who had been rescued, yelled in dissatisfaction.

"It's not too late, you're still whole."

And Ares just raised the corners of his mouth and smiled back.

Soon, the Knights and werewolf forces joined forces to fight their way through the army of the undead. And on the front line, the realigned coalition army is undoubtedly ready for another bloody battle. As energetic recruits joined the fray, the scales of war began to tip in favor of the Lordaeron Alliance.

"The glory of the past will be restored, brothers, fight hard!"

Amid the shadows, Ares shouted with his sword. Gathered around him were the best paladins in Azeroth. Even the Blood Knights of Quel'Thalas. Every time the Knights of the Silver Hand go into battle, they are bound to follow Liadeline's Blood Knights. The name is still the Blood Knight, but in fact, he has long believed in the pure power of the Holy Light.

When the iron hooves trampled across the earth, the undead disintegrated. This medieval cavalry method also worked in Azeroth. The cavalry charged, fought again, and charged again after opening the distance. As long as the war horse runs, it will have impact and maneuverability when it runs.

After large and small battles, although the Knights cannot shoulder the heavy responsibility of saving the battle line, the task of breaking through, killing the enemy, and disintegrating the enemy army will inevitably be handed over to the Knights.

And the Ember Bringer, after many years, has once again become the soul of the Knights.

"Charge!"

After breaking out of the encirclement of the undead, Ares rode his horse and danced his sword, and roared again. The holy light gathered on the blade of the sword, like a second sun, and the golden light shrouded the thousands of paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the hoplites of the Lordaeron Alliance behind him.

Overhead, there was a rain of arrows flying by, gargoyles still howling fiercely, and griffons still fighting to kill their enemies.

On the ground, thousands of war horses stepped forward at the same time, whether they were heavily armed war horses or light horses, they were all galloping, the earth trembled, and behind the knights, snowflakes rose in the sky.

Blood streaked the horses, as well as the swords and spears of the knights.

"We defend glory with blood!"

On the galloping horse, Ares roared.

Once again, the Iron Rider toppled a large area of the undead...... Even the fat abomination couldn't stop the paladin's charge, and the Ember Bringer slashed in rage, a sword splitting the abomination in front of him in half, and more cavalry pierced the monsters with spears.

However, just when the coalition thought that victory was in their hands, behind the army of the undead, a majestic and ancient horn sounded.

With the same heavy sound of horses' hooves and the neighing of ghostly horses, Ares and his Knights knew that their old enemy, the Death Knights, was coming.

Ghostly fires burn from beneath the horse's hooves, red eyes glitter with death, and frozen weapons imbued with the power of winter. They are the messengers of darkness, the plague spreading, and they are synonymous with terror. High Lord Darian. The appearance of Mograini and his Death Knight sparked fear among the coalition forces.

Like a dark cloud, the Death Knight entered the battlefield. Their goal was Ares and his Knights.