Chapter 54: The Black Arrow (Page 1/1)

The sound of heavy breathing, the sky was dark......

When Ares woke up again, he was already lying on a white mattress, surrounded by people. Elves, dwarves, and most of them are humans—the Knights of the Silver Hand.

Ares was just about to get up when a sharp pain came from his shoulder, stimulating the nerves in his brain. It's like muscles and bones have been torn apart. Indeed, his sinews and bones were torn apart, and the iron hooks of abomination pierced the muscles and pierced the bones. By the time he was carried back to the city two days earlier, Ares had already suffered heavy blood loss, and it took a long time for Whitemayne and Liadelin to save him from the brink of death.

"Brother, lie down, lie down ......"

Drum said with concern.

"Thank you for the Light, you finally survived."

He continued, and then a man came out of the crowd, with the light on her back, and Ares couldn't see her face clearly, but the familiar figure and silhouette couldn't be wrong.

"Sylvanas brought you back from outside the city. And, of course, your griffin. ”

Drumm introduced with a smile.

Meanwhile, Sylvanas sat down gently. Her face was still beautiful, as if the battle of two days ago had not affected her in the slightest. Slender fingers ran across Ares' face. That's care, that's the ambiguity unique to lovers. The people on the side all made excuses and walked away. Only two guards were left standing guard outside the door.

In the faint white light, Sylvanas sat at the head of the bed and told Ares about what had happened after he had fallen unconscious. Speaking of how heroic and loyal Snow Eagle was, no griffon dared to brave the fire of the dead to throw himself into the Scourge army, only Snow Eagle did so. I did it without thinking. And, as in the Outlands, after clearing the surrounding enemies, the Snow Eagle carried Sylvanas and himself away from the sword-strewn battlefield and flew up the walls of the royal city of Lordaeron in a rain of arrows.

After listening to a series of things, Ares suddenly felt that the one he couldn't help the most was his griffin......

"Good girl, where is she now?"

Leaning against the head of the bed, Ares asked eagerly.

"Rest assured, she is in the temple garden, and Furstad is well cared for. She had been wounded in the previous battle, but she was getting better quickly. Much better than you do. ”

Sylvanas smiled. A faint white light fell on her face, reflecting her fair skin and delicate goose egg face. The image before him reminded Ares of the time he had just crossed over to Quel'Thalas. At that time, he was still a dick, a young knight who didn't have any brilliance. Even, everyone knows themselves because of their father, who has never met.

At that time, Quel'Salas was still a peaceful and peaceful scene, and the music of Silvermoon City flowed slowly like a clear stream. And now, everything is smeared with a layer of black blood. Whether it's Quel'Thalas, or Lordaeron, or Dalaran, it's full of undead and plagues. A terrible piece of news pulls Ares back to reality.

"The Scourge has surrounded the royal city, and the castle has sufficient food and water reserves, but there is a problem, there are more than 100,000 refugees gathered here, and 100,000 people have food and water every day...... Almost every corner of this royal city was crowded with people. Ares, is kindness right or wrong? ”

Sylvanas sighed softly. Ares could see a trace of sadness in her eyes. The ideal is very plump, and the reality is very skinny. Even if there are many preparations in advance, the development of the battle is always unpredictable. The only fortunate thing is that thanks to the efforts of the Void Dragon Army and the Griffin Knights, the Scourge Legion's air fortress Naxxramas does not dare to approach the royal city of Lordaeron for the time being. The coalition forces gained air supremacy for a short time.

But the daily diet of two hundred Void Dragons is also a big problem.

Everything points to a conundrum that Lordaeron is besieged. Even if the Lich King doesn't attack, the Scourge can trap the people here alive. The mage makes bread? That's in the game, and I haven't seen anything like it since Ares came to Azeroth......

……

Chapel of the Light's Wish.

"Without reinforcements, the Light is our strongest backing. Brothers, faith can overcome everything, all darkness and fear. As long as you firmly believe in the Light, it will be blessed with a hundredfold light! ”

The battlefields of Lordaeron are full of war, whether it is the capital of Lordaeron, the Valley of the Hearth, and the Chapel of the Wish of Light. Or Stratholme. Everywhere was filled with the sounds of humans fighting the undead. Outside the core town of the entire Eastern Plaguelands, the Chapel of Light's Wish. A thousand paladins and warriors of the Knights of the Silver Hand are in the final battle against the vast army of the Scourge. Commander-in-Chief Maxwell stood in the middle of the battlefield, encouraging the Knights to keep fighting.

Their church cannot be lost, and at the same time, they will break through the blockade and support Ares in the fight against the scourge. Now, everyone knows that the Lich King is at the foot of Lordaeron, not here.

Maxwell stood at the forefront of the battlefield, silver hammer in hand, roaring angrily.

Each blow carries the wrath of the enemy, the judgment of the Holy Light, and strikes at the undead. One by one, the undead infantry and puppets fell in front of him. For the first time, the Order of the Chapel broke through the yoke of the undead after a three-month siege. Pure light flashed around the chapel.

Finally, the counteroffensive that blossomed from all sides continued.

However, just as everyone was rekindling hope and excitement, their commander-in-chief was wounded by a cold arrow. In the chaos and noise of the battlefield, Maxwell screamed and fell to his knees in pain clutching his chest.

The warriors around him rushed over to check on their commander's injuries, and a well-honed scourge bone arrow shot through Maxwell's chest, piercing the broad back muscles of his back. It carries the flesh of Commander Maxwell. The whole arrow was the same length as an ordinary arrow, but it was completely black, and bursts of cold air were released from the arrow.

Soon after the arrow, Maxwell's face turned blue, his lips turned purple, and the blood and qi in his whole body seemed to be sucked dry by the bone arrow. The paladin's vitality was fading, at a terrible rate. The warriors tried to carry Maxwell out of the battlefield, but as soon as they got up, another black arrow struck, piercing the head of another warrior. Bone arrows struck from the back of the head and pierced the entire skull, and the dark magic instantly drained the warrior's life force.

The face of the Lordaeron warrior after death is contorted like a zombie.

Immediately after, one bone arrow after another came from the darkness, and in the chaotic battlefield, the warriors could not see the person who used the arrow. They could only hold large shields to cover Maxville's retreat. The black arrow followed, and where it fell, the land instantly withered and was dyed black......

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