In the name of the Light

Preach justice

Punish evil

We don't know what will happen later

But

We swear that we will hold fast to the Light

Death

We defend glory with our blood!

For the Union

We will forge a sword with blood

Pierce the heart of darkness

They may take our lives

But they will never be able to take our souls!

The magnificent cathedral, with its dazzling sunlight shining through the glass windows, is so bright that there is a warm breath floating in the air. The young paladin knelt before the Lightbringer and prayed reverently. Immediately, a warm golden light slowly shrouded the paladin's body, and at this moment, the people around him showed a knowing and warm smile.

"Ares. Mowglian. From this day forward, you will be a true paladin, remember the promise you made to the Light. That will be a promise we will keep for the rest of our lives. ”

In the warm light, Uther, the lightbringer, patted the young paladin on the shoulder. Then, the boy's father came from his seat, his face so blurred that the halo behind him made it impossible for the boy to see his face.

…………

"Fight! Fight until the last moment! Even if the blood is drained, we will not die until we die! ”

A magnificent medieval siege in which young paladins use their bodies to form the last line of defense. In front of him, there is an endless army of the undead rushing like a flood. Skeletons braving ghostly fire, rotting zombies, and evil monks sewing together with stumps and broken arms are like a rolling tide, rushing towards the people of the city.

"Children, today, we may not be able to save Lordaeron, but our souls will have their own light!"

The army of the undead approached, rushing toward the crumbling walls as if the earth were trembling. The leading human paladin roared. Immediately, in the sky, a golden light fell from the sky, enveloping the young paladins and warriors behind him.

The delicate armor reflects the dazzling brilliance.

The next moment, the Scourge army pounced on the paladin's body.

The older paladin rushed to the front, and soon his muscular body was drowned in the roar of the Scourge army. The golden light faded out.

The boy raised his hammer and smashed the zombie skeletons in front of him, and he tried to run to the older paladins, but there were too many undead, and they were crowding every inch of land between the boy and his father, and the boy tried with all his strength to try to cut a path through the zombie army. But he tried again and again, and failed again and again.

Finally, the light went out.

Lordaeron, the entire city, was reduced to ruins under the onslaught of the undead......

The boy got up from the pile of dead people, revealing dark brown eyes......

I'll go...... What is that? This dream is simply too realistic!

Zhang Ce got up abruptly and woke up. The dream just now is like an epic, even more shocking than a Hollywood blockbuster. No, it's so real, as if that's your real memory.

"Lord Ares, we have no reinforcements, and the number of undead is still increasing, and I don't know where they came from. Captain, we must retreat! ”

In front of him, a brown-haired, blood-stained Western man was talking to him. Zhang Ce was taken aback.

"Undead? Where are we? Are you calling me? ”

With a confused face, Zhang Ce didn't think about it, and threw out a series of questions to the man in front of him.

"Yes, the undead, the Scourge Legion. It's full of Scourge soldiers, and those gargoyles are hovering over us right now, Captain, we must retreat! ”

Zhang Ce slapped himself hard to prove that he was not dreaming. Then, look around. Buildings were burned to black, flames and smoke rose into the sky, and endless lines of corpses covered the streets. Is this a town? No, it's a city!

Zhang Ce glanced up at the sign above his head, and the abandoned tavern sign read—Stratholme Wheat Jersey Tavern.

Stratholme ...... Warcraft......

Zhang Ce instantly understood that he had become one of the thousands of crossing dogs. And tragically traveled to the era of natural disasters. The dream I just had was not a dream, but a reality. That's the body's previous memories. He was the young paladin named Ares. His father died in the Battle of Lordaeron.

As for the army he is leading now, it is none other than the notorious Scarlet Crusaders in World of Warcraft. Fanatical Knights. Kill the undead and sometimes civilians......

"Captain, make a decision, if we continue to fight, we will all die here!"

Facing it, the veteran of the Scarlet Crusade was still anxiously waiting for his orders.

"Damn, who's going to attack Stratholme!"

Stratholme, a hellish dead city, burns with a flame that never goes out. Ares didn't know who gave the order to the Crusaders to attack here before he crossed over, and it was like a headshot. But at this moment, since this team is under his command, then, in order to avoid more deaths, he must first take them out of this ghost town.

Undead banshees and gargoyles hover overhead, occasionally snapping up a hapless crusader or two. The situation is precarious.

"Order the archers to light fires and shoot those gargoyles and banshees. Others, follow me. No, I don't know the way, Oric, you lead the way! ”

Too late to reminisce, Ares shouted. Well, that's the name now......

"Captain, here!"

The veteran reacted quickly, and he got up and ran.

Behind him, about a dozen Scarlet Crusader warriors and priests also followed suit and ran. Abandoned front-line positions.

As soon as they walked on their front feet, countless ghouls and zombies pushed onto the wooden fence that the Crusaders used to intercept and protect themselves.

They chased after them like mad dogs.

For the first time, Ares felt that this World of Warcraft was so real. It's like I've walked into a game, no, I've walked into a world. The corpses on the road were so real, with stumps and severed arms everywhere, and it was clear that there had been a terrible battle here just now. The smell of blood and carrion wafted through the air.

"Quick, here!"

Ahead, veteran Olick continued to shout.

Dragging his heavy body, Ares ran, and the armor on his body was like a huge piece of Chen Tie pressing on his body, making Ares a little breathless. With a war hammer and a large shield in his hand, this medieval heavy weapon, at the moment, seems to be a burden, but it cannot be abandoned. Undead are everywhere, they can rush out of the shadows at any time, weapons and shields are powerful weapons to save lives, especially when you can't summon the Holy Light, after all, you are an impostor......