Chapter 34: The Trumpet of Winter (Part II) (Page 1/1)

War horses neighed, and endless clouds shrouded the keel wilderness. It also shrouded the hearts of tens of thousands of Alliance soldiers.

Once again, the focus of the battlefield is on the showdown between the Lich King's elite forces and the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Wielding his sword and decapitating the head of a ghoul, Ares charged in front of the legion. Brilliant light burst out from the sword. He is the Ember Bringer, he is the Grand Master of the Order, and he is the last guardian of Lordaeron. He is the brightest star on the battlefield, and of course he is also the thorn in the side of the Scourge Legion.

"Brothers, the Lich King has sent a Death Knight to kill us."

As darkness approached, the Knights adjusted their formation to meet the enemy, while Ares made his final speech.

His face was covered with scars, his chin was full of stubble, and he was a man who had stood up strong after the baptism of time. In front of him, there were dense paladins who were also covered with scars and blood. There is only one thing they have to do today, to charge with their regiment commander. Bloodstained Northrend.

"They want to get rid of us quietly and bury us in this barren land of wind and snow. However, we must tell them what a formidable opponent they are fighting against! ”

"We are paladins, we are part of the Knights of the Silver Hand, we are allegiance to the Alliance, we believe in the Light. And they, just a bunch of walking dead, they fight, only because of the order of the Lich King. And we, fight for the Alliance, fight for Lordaeron, fight for glory! Fight for the Knights! By the grace of the Holy Light, we will surely win this war! ”

The roar of a lion, the speech of a leader. As soon as Ares finished speaking, a thunderous roar rang out on the field. Thousands of paladins and warriors of the Knights of the Silver Hand raised their arms at the same time, pointing their swords at the sky!

At this moment, the army of knights was galloping, the earth was burning, and a large area of pure white holy light cleared the dark clouds and sprinkled on the knights. The ground where the paladin had rushed was filled with holy light like a spring.

It was an exhilarating moment for Lordaeron's banner to stand again, fluttering in the wind like a reborn eagle.

In the sky, griffins chirp.

On the ground, Ares led the Knights and rushed towards Darien without hesitation. Mograine's army of Death Knights.

It was as if black clouds collided with golden clusters of light.

"In the name of the Light! Slay out the evil! ”

On horseback, Ares let out a majestic roar. The next moment, like a blazing sun, the Ember Bringer cleaved the armor of a death knight in front of him.

At the same time, the thousands of paladins of the Silver Hand Knights and the heavy cavalry of the Alliance also collided head-on with the Lich King's army of Death Knights.

The golden spear, with divine fury, pierced the death knight's body with a single shot. The Dark Rune Sword pierced into the paladin's armor with a chilling force. One good and one evil, facing each other, the war horses neighed and staggered past, and hundreds of paladins and death knights fell to the ground one after another.

Many knights were knocked to the ground by the impact of the horse's charge.

Soon, cavalry battles turned into hand-to-hand combat between heavily armed knights.

The Death Knight's rotting juices seeped into the earth, polluting every inch of it, and the paladin's wrath melted the snow, and the earth was set in blazing flames by the power of devotion. The two sides clashed with each other, cold runic swords slashing at fiery warhammers, steel shields shielding the forces of darkness.

Ares swung his sword, and the Ember Bringer spun a gorgeous golden arc in the air, severing the arm of a Death Knight, and while the other party screamed in pain, Ares stepped forward quickly, holding the sword in both hands, and pierced the Death Knight's chest with a sword. The hard black armor burst through the rotten body and through the back of the Death Knight.

The Death Knight's puppet ghoul roared and charged, biting Ares' wrist, but the sturdy plate armor kept the ghoul's teeth out of reach. In just an instant, Ares stretched out his right hand and summoned the Holy Light Technique. The undead creatures shrouded in the light suddenly burst into flames. It screamed and let go of its fangs, and rolled to the ground with a scream, but Ares ignored it and let the holy flames burn it out.

The Blood Knight's Leader, Liadeline, was grabbed by the shoulder by a Death Knight of Ebon Fortress during the battle. Plague and death invaded Liadrin's body. But at the critical moment, Liadline called out to the Light. She wielded her sword and swept the Death Knight away. Then he raised his right hand and pressed his wound. The light healed her like a spring, stopping the dark energy from spreading within her. The black lines of a spider's web fade away.

When the Death Knight attacked again, the human paladin behind him rode his horse and smashed the Death Knight's head with a single blow. Dark energy escaped from the smashed-out helmet, leaving only the rotting half of the skull......

On the other side, the redeemer. With a sword in both hands, Arator stabbed the fallen Death Knight with a single sword, sweat and blood dripping from his handsome face. Despite Sylvanas and Winresa's fears for his safety, the young paladin eventually followed Ares into battle. He fought in the most tragic battle of Lordaeron. Almost became Ares's most trusted deputy.

In the rear of the battlefield, an Alliance mage attempts to unleash a fireball spell to neutralize the Death Knight on a rampage across the battlefield. However, halfway through the incantation, his throat was choked by a pair of large, invisible hands. High Lord Darian. Mograine himself went into battle, using dark energy to lift the nearby Alliance mage into the air, and no matter how much the mage struggled, the dark power locked his throat so hard that he could no longer recite half a incantation. The old wizard's face turned pale, and when he was about to die, Darien pulled violently and dragged the old wizard violently in front of him. A forceful, depraved rune sword pierced the old man's body with a single sword.

Feeling life pass in his hands is the feeling that the Death Knight craves the most. It was like a vampire after drinking blood, and only the withering and withering of life could satisfy them. They exist to kill, and allegiance to the Lich King is the only mission of the Death Knights' existence.

On one side is the bright aura of the Ember Bringer, and on the other is Darian. Mograine's dark killing, soon, on the battlefield, one good and one evil, soon met.

Almost all of them found out their real opponents at the first time.

Darien saw the Ashbringer, the sacred weapon that burned with the fire of heaven, and the sword-wielding. After a long time, he has long forgotten the world he lived in. Now, he has nothing but killing and bloodlust in his eyes. And Ares is no longer the confused youth he was back then. He had grown into the great lord of all respects, the hope and pride of Lordaeron. He was wearing the armor of the Supreme Commander of the Order of the Silver Hand, and his face was full of the vicissitudes and perseverance of the years. Two former comrades-in-arms of life and death came together head-on......

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