The fallen city, the flickering light of the fire reflected the frightened faces of everyone, and the billowing smoke that rose into the sky, the ruins of Oakington, in one night, turned into a sea of fire.

Clad in silver armor and holding the Ember Bringer in his hand, the paladin charged his way, his horse panting and crashing through all the enemies he encountered. The dazzling light soon caught the attention of the other demons. During the charge, behind Ares's horse, a large group of Hellhounds followed, and they were ordered by the demonic guards to surround the paladins from all sides. The situation is precarious.

However, Ares is no ordinary paladin after all. A griffon's chirp rang out in the sky.

In front of the burning ruins, Ares shouted, the war horse neighed and turned around, and the next moment, the paladin and the ironclad war horse, one man and one horse, started a hedge against the herd of hellhounds.

A large number of hellhounds roared wildly and rushed forward, and the earth trembled in response to what seemed to be a battle of great disparity.

Holding the holy sword high and charging, the moment it was about to collide head-on, a dazzling golden light bloomed from the body of the Ash Bringer's sword. At the same time, the snow eagle swooped down from the sky with a cry.

The bright light caused the hellhound in front of him to "brake sharply" and turn their heads, unable to look directly at the light. In an instant, the hordes of hellhounds stopped charging and roaring in front of Ares. The paladin, on the other hand, took advantage of this gap and rushed over angrily.

The armored warhorse savagely slammed away the Cerberus in a line, and at the same time, the Snow Eagle swooped and swooped, charging side by side with Ares, countless Hellhounds flew in front of the paladins and griffins, holding the Ash Bringer, Ares stabbed a sword into the body of a Hellhound, and when he pulled it out again, the blood of the Cerberus splashed out.

However, the Hellhounds were outnumbered, and with a terrifying roar, several Hellhounds joined forces to knock Ares' horse to the ground. Ares jumped to the ground with a stirrup the moment his horse fell.

As soon as he landed, a group of Cerberus pounced on him. At the critical moment, the snow eagle flew down beside Ares, raised its huge wings, and killed four or five vicious dogs at once. He also picked up a flaming hellhound in his mouth, threw it into the air, and then hissed and cut off its body, and thick blood splashed in the air......

Ares let out a muffled roar and stabbed the Ember Bringer into the body of a Cerberus in front of him, the Great Sword of Light piercing through the hound's jaw and out of the top of his head. The Grim Reaper immediately took the angry demon dog.

The battlefield is more like a slaughterhouse......

The solitary scene didn't last long, and soon two paladins from the Silver Hand Knights and an entire infantry squad from Stormwind followed. In the sky, a Doomsday Guard tore open a griffin with his bare hands, and the white Hammer Griffin instantly fell like a white meteor, smashing into the ruins of Oakington with the scarlet blood.

The Doomward guard was about to dive down to attack Ares, but at the critical moment, the Windranger's arrow pierced its membranous wings, and the Doomsday guard lost its balance, flapping its mhermenous wings with all its might, but still falling to the ground. An entire Stormwind infantry squad immediately followed, and the Doomsday Guard stabbed at it with countless spears and swords just as it stood up......

With the fire and smoke everywhere, and the smell of brimstone and blood in the air, the Temple of Oakington drew closer.

However, the tide of outland coalition forces stopped in front of the temple.

Demon Commander Kazak personally led the Burning Legion into battle, and by the time Ares and Liadline arrived, the number of coalition warriors who had fallen in front of Kazak had already numbered in the hundreds. The demon wielded a flaming whip and slaughtered through the crowd, the flaming whip was like the scythe of death, harvesting fresh life one by one. No soldier could stop the demon's furious onslaught, and the soldiers' shields and swords were powerless in the face of the demon's wicked whip, their bodies swept away like ants, and then blood rained down like a torrent of blood.

By the time they landed, they had become piles of bloody corpses, and even the iron armor had been shattered. There was a crackling sound.

At the same time, the orc warlocks gathered around the demon lord let out a deformed maniacal laugh. The old tribe was defeated, but these "remnants of the previous dynasty" did not forget to take revenge, they entrenched in the broken land of the Outlands, plotting revenge, even if they sold themselves completely to the demons to serve the Burning Legion.

A human warrior who had fallen under the demon's whip was bloodied and dying, but he wasn't dead yet. I saw the orc warlock beside the demon slowly walk up, his bony body like a skeleton, as if a gust of wind could blow him away. However, the power of the orc warlock is extremely strong. He grinned wickedly and grabbed the Alliance warriors on the ground. Then he placed his skeletal palm in front of the warrior. A strange green light flickered in the orc sorcerer's hand, and a powerful force was sucking the soul of the human warrior.

The warrior let out a frightened wail, and soon, as if corroded by strong acid, his face quickly melted into a mass of rotting flesh, like an invisible hand that had torn his soul out of his body. The entire process of draining life took less than five seconds, and after five seconds, the Alliance warrior was completely reduced to a skeleton. His soul was sucked up and stored by the Demon Warlock, and became a soul fragment...... The Demonic Warlock's casting energy.

The horrific sight terrified the Union soldiers. The long whip of the demon Kazara was still wielding, and with each blow, it blew up pieces of soldiers, their flesh flying in the air, a real killing feast. A Stormwind warrior bravely rushed forward, but before his sword could stab the demon's body, the whole person was lifted up by a powerful magical force. It was like a pair of large, invisible hands grabbing his throat. The young warrior struggled, his feet kicking in mid-air. The expression was distorted with pain.

"Brave human, I appreciate your courage, however, your efforts are in vain, and it will only cost you your life. When you die, your soul is imprisoned, enslaved, tortured, and eventually a servant of the Burning Legion. ”

The demon let out a wild laugh. He just shrank his hand slightly, and the young Stormwind warrior blew himself up in an instant. Demonic flames exploded from his body, and the young body and Stormwind armor on his body suddenly turned into countless fragments and ashes, which fell from the air......