"This is nothing short of betrayal! We agreed to divide our forces and raid Stratholme, and finally assemble at this town hall. However, Ares took his men and disappeared into the darkness! Who knows if he will collude with the undead and slaughter us? Don't forget that there are many cases of righteous forces being killed by their own traitors. ”

Stratholme Town Hall, when the guards reported the situation at the back door to Da Sohan, the High Lord of the Scarlet Crusaders was undoubtedly furious. He came forward to publicly accuse Ares of betrayal. It is believed that Ares's breach of contract is to collude with the undead of the Scourge, just like the original Kergasud. The appearance of a humanoid, the soul of a demon.

But Tirio, along with many of the people of Silver Dawn, clearly disagreed.

"We can't say that without evidence, Da Sohan. I believe that Ares is not such a man, who has endured a great deal of hardship and bloodshed in order to unite all the forces of Lordaeron against the undead of the Scourge. How could such a person betray? And to take refuge in the darkness? I believe that he only encountered a little accident, and maybe in a little while, the Ash Judgment Army will be able to get here. ”

Sitting next to Da Sohan, Tirio said calmly.

However, Dassaulthan disagrees. He stood up and said aggressively—

"Back then, Kergassud was still a member of the Council of Six in Dalaran, and his identity and status were no less than Ares', but in the face of the forces of absolute darkness, he was not betrayed? Darkan, a respected mage of the High Elves and a member of the High Council at the King's side, didn't he betray Arthas when he led the Scourge to sweep through Quel'Thalas? The list goes on. I dare not trust anyone anymore in the face of the many bloody lessons, Tirio! I now suspect that Ares had his evil plans in mind when he proposed to divide his forces before the battle. ”

"So, is that me, too? Da Sohan. ”

Finally unable to hold back the outburst of emotion, Tirio stood up and said angrily.

"I'll doubt you if necessary, old friend."

In the face of Tirio's anger, Dasohan did not panic and replied coldly. The second sentence he didn't utter, Tirio knew, and Da Sohan seemed to be saying, back then, I did it when I accused you of colluding with the orcs. I would do it a second time if necessary.

At this point, Tirio was completely enraged. However, for a moment, he remembered Uther's words, and the beliefs and principles that paladins should abide by - do not let anger rule them, or we will be no different from the beasts.

Tirio stared at Da Sohan, his hand clenched into a fist, and slammed it into the table. Without saying a word, he walked out of the conference hall. In his opinion, there was no need to discuss it with this fanatical, irrational Scarlet Crusader Lord any further. All his thoughts revolve around his own speculation. Simply ignore the opinions of others and the objective situation.

……

Stratholme Easttown.

"Attack, for Lordaeron! Defend glory with blood! ”

Scourge Psychic Tower. The last link between Naxxramas and Stratholme. At this moment, Ares, who was covered in blood, swung his sword and roared.

Behind him, more than two hundred warriors of the Brotherhood of Light, paladins, followed their high lord and charged. The golden light spread, and the holy light rushed towards the well-defended Scourge barrier like an endless torrent.

The warhorse gasped and carried the paladin into the undead line.

But this time, Naxxramas sent out the Abomination of the Scourge to protect their psychic towers.

The two paladins who rushed to the front were immediately knocked down by the dense iron chains, and the sharp barbs pierced into their bodies, pulling them away from their horses, and their small bodies were dragged sideways in front of the abomination, and in the next second, the two paladins of the Brotherhood of Holy Light were directly bitten off by the bloody fangs of the natural calamity!

Their bodies were broken in two! Then, the abominations provoked the blood-blurred bones to be thrown into the crowd of the Brotherhood of Light.

There was a ghostly mockery in the air—

"Look, paladins, your proud charge is so fragile under the butcher's flesh hook."

Fear dissipates with the light, and you can feel a powerful dark energy rushing towards you.

The soldiers around them fell one by one, not because they couldn't fight against the natural calamity, but because they were physically exhausted, they fought continuously for three hours with high intensity, and they had reached the limit of human physical fitness.

Pre-war reconnaissance is one thing, it's another to actually fight.

Ares dodged the oncoming chains, and the latter rolled forward, rushing a zombie in front of him, and was cut off by Ares's sword, and fell with a muffled roar. Then, the chain of abomination was retracted, and it slammed into Ares again.

Seeing the heavy chains roaring towards him, Ares jumped again with great difficulty, avoiding the attack of the chains. But the rest of his comrades weren't so lucky, and Herold's arm was bitten by the chain of abomination, and he was being brutally dragged into the bloody mouth of abomination.

Fortunately, Drum's timely appearance, with a sword in both hands, cut off the palm of the Scourge Abomination dragging Herod.

All around, blood mist rose everywhere, and screams erupted.

Ares was panting, so tired that he could barely lift his weapon anymore. The Fallen Ember Bringer has become as heavy as a normal weapon.

Sink, sink, follow me, sink together......

Our efforts are not worth mentioning......

Survival, death, it doesn't matter, everything, will eventually perish......

There is only endless depravity, endless revenge......

The icy air was sucked into his lungs, and the murmurs of the fallen Ember Messenger could be faintly heard. Ares tried to come to his senses, but the resistance of the will seemed to have reached its limit. The figures swaying around him, Herrod's shoulders were torn, and blood lay all over him. Drum, too, was exhausted and fell to his knees, waiting for the final blow of the undead. Ogilis is already in a different place. Everything, everything is dying at an accelerated pace......

Until the end of the street in the distance, a majestic horn sounded.

Enduring the pain, Ares stared intently, and there, a golden halo was slowly emerging.

"Charge! Save Ares! Save the Brotherhood of Light! ”

Riding on a silver warhorse, Tirio roared loudly. Golden light bloomed from him, like a pair of dazzling wings. For the first time, Ares saw the legendary paladin join the battlefield as a leader. Endless light flickered on his warhammer, turning it into a glittering hammer of God.