"No, we arrived too soon, kid, you have given me hope for the Knights of the Silver Hand. Although the Order is long gone, its spirit lives on, you are the continuation of this spirit, you do not care about your own life, help other races defend their capitals, against natural disasters, against the forces of darkness and evil, this is the spirit of the Silver Hand Knights - where there is evil, where there is darkness, there is the presence of the Knights, even if a person's light is too weak, but the faith will live forever. ”

The old priest took off his heavy cloak and said with a solemn expression. And saying this embarrassed Ares...... Staying by himself, in the end, is only for Sylvanas, and is not as noble and great as Fred said. It always seems to be crooked, Ares sighed from his heart.

"Thank you, Uncle Fred, but I don't think I'm that great, I mean ......"

In the middle of Ares' words, Fred suddenly put his hand on Ares' forehead. A mind-controlled energy instantly penetrated the brain, and thoughts were stirred rapidly.

The memories are pieced together like fragments to form a complete picture of the majestic royal city of Lordaeron, the cathedral at sunset, the Holy Temple, the golden gardens......

"Concentrate and think, child, you are far more powerful than you think."

Ares wanted to break free from this mental control, but the old priest Fred's power was too strong, and he always suppressed his thoughts in that small spiritual realm, Ares couldn't break free, and the picture in front of him became clearer and clearer, and those black and white characters were gradually filled with color, father, mother, Uther, Terenus, and finally the picture was fixed on a young prince - Arthas......

"Every day is accompanied by night, Ares, and you must face it, the fear in your heart."

In this thinking space, the old pastor's words were like a voice from outside the world, beating at his fragile and sensitive nerves.

In front of Ares's eyes, there was once again the large-scale battle for the defense of Lordaeron, and his father, the paladin of the Knights of the Silver Hand, led a group of young paladins who had just joined the Knights to fight at the forefront. His strong, powerful hand held the warhammer and fought against countless undead scourge soldiers, each blow, the hammer glowing with brilliant golden light.

"You were eighteen then, Ares."

Fred continued, this magical skill that resembled a soul connection made Ares lose all three views...... The mind control of the priest in the game really happened to him at this moment.

Later, the elder Mowglian was killed in battle, countless undead ghouls trampled over it, the warhammer was left in the crowd of corpses, and the skeletons and zombies even lay on old Mowglian to gnaw at his flesh.

The young paladin was furious and broke out. A golden light burst out of the crowd, and the ghouls and undead zombies beside him were suddenly blown away, and where the warhammer passed, flames erupted and holy light surged.

"That's you, kid, you forgot what you're capable of."

Fred's empty, illusory voice came again. Ares finally understood what the old priest wanted to do, he wanted to awaken the faith in the paladin's heart......

I don't know how long it took, but the image in front of him gradually blurred, and a shrill roar pulled Ares back to reality. In front of me, there was nothing more than a wooden table, a few chairs, and familiar faces.

"Fred, is he alright?"

Drumm asked with concern.

"He's fine, I'm just helping him get his lost memories back."

Fred said, grabbing the water from the table and drinking it in one gulp. Obviously, after casting the spell for so long, he was already exhausted.

"Now, Ares, try to summon the Light. Remember, your faith is not just your faith......"

Fred said with a solemn expression.

In the next second, Ares felt that the Ares in the past and the Ares now seemed to be fused. A bright golden light appeared on his palm. It was so warm and bright, and it was so bright at any other time before, energy surging through the body, and warm currents filled every inch of skin and every vein of the body.

"That's who you really are, Ares."

Pastor Fred said with a smile.

……

"What did the old priest tell you?"

Back on the ramparts, Sylvanas asked with concern.

"He didn't say anything, he just got me back lost."

Looking at Sylvanas' delicate and delicate face, Ares replied gently.

The sun had set over the horizon, and the sky had darkened, and night had enveloped Quel'Thalas, Silvermoon City. Its name is Silver Moon City, however, tonight, there is no Silver Moon......

Alsace and its army of scourge launched a general attack.

Countless corpse bullets were sent out from the undead meat grinder and hurled towards the High Elf defenders on the walls of Silvermoon. The Undead Spider and the Scourge Monk roared and rushed towards the gates of Silvermoon City. The earth trembled as if it could not bear such weight.

On the white walls, the mages of Quel'Salas collectively chanted a spell and cast spells on the Scourge Legion. Arcane missiles, fireballs, and ice arrows smashed into the Scourge army outside the city like a brilliant meteor shower in the night sky.

At the same time, the elven rangers of Quel'Thalas rained the first wave of arrows at the Scourge legion beneath the city walls. The overwhelming spell attacks and rocket strikes suddenly appeared outside the gate of Silver Moon City.

A High Elf mage, after accumulating enough energy, unleashes Arcane Blast. In an instant, a powerful shockwave swept through the Scourge undead troops in the front row. An entire column of skeleton warriors and zombies were shaken away by the powerful arcane blaster, their rotting limbs splattering in all directions, and black blood falling from mid-air on the skeletons and zombies beside them. But these skeletons and zombies did not know fear at all, they looked at the torn "companions" beside them, raised their heads, roared loudly, and rushed towards the walls and gates of Silvermoon City even more frantically.

"Keep shooting!"

Sylvanas commanded in a loud voice.

In the sky, countless undead gargoyles roared by, knocking the High Elf rangers above the castle tower into the air, or grabbing them into the air, and then throwing them down.

Sylvanas saw her companion Walseil grabbed by the shoulder by a gargoyle, and she shot an arrow at the gargoyle, but the cluster of arrows flew past the gargoyle's cheek, and then, the enraged gargoyle turned his head and bit Walhil's throat, Sylvanas screamed, with tears in her eyes, but she couldn't shoot the gargoyle at all, it had already grabbed Walhil's body and flew into the distance, where countless gargoyles were like hungry predators, tearing at Walhill's body......