May the stars shine on you.

May the Light dispel the fear and darkness in your heart.

When night falls, you sleep peacefully.

Sleep peacefully, brave boy. You are too far away from home, on this lonely road, walking alone.

May the stars guide you, and may the light guide you.

Darkness comes, and you have strong faith.

You will take up your shield and take up arms against evil and against darkness.

When the night is conquered, you will see the dazzling sun.

In the scarlet monastery, in the silence of the night, Gianna sat on the pews of the cathedral, looked out the window at the soft stars, and softly sang this sad hymn. Ares was already asleep in her arms, soundly and deeply, like a child. The moonlight shone on him, glowing with a faint white glow.

Once upon a time, she watched Arthas fall asleep like this, and once upon a time, she fell in love with Prince Lordaeron, attracted by his handsome appearance, and infected by his righteous heart, however, in just a few years, all this has come to naught, and has become the saddest thing of the past.

She had seen Arthas in Dalaran, his pale face was so unfamiliar, and in his hand he held a great sword of dark blue, gorgeous and exquisite, but the runes on it revealed a deep evil and darkness. An extremely cold voice came from his bloodless body, was he still the same Crown Prince Lordaeron? Is he still a paladin Arthas? Obviously not, perhaps his mind has long been bewitched, and his soul has long been devoured.

A crow crowed and flew over the window, Gianna recovered from her trance-like memory, she reached out to touch Ares's cheek, and a warm, warm breath was coming from Ares's mouth and nose.

……

Two days later, the Pass of the Dead.

The heavens and the earth were vast, and dark clouds passed quickly overhead, and not far away, there was the calamity barrier that rose from the ground, a huge wall of the undead. Built with countless bones and rubble. In the game, the pass between the Western Plaguelands and the Woodlands of Tifaris was occupied by the Forsaken, and now, the Forsaken clearly have no room to develop, and the more powerful Scourge has taken over this pass.

The Great Wall stood there as if it were another Greymane Wall, blocking the link between the Woodlands coalition of Tifaris and the Scarlet Crusaders of the Plaguelands. Ares estimated that this was also part of a conspiracy by Arthas, or Kergassud, to separate the Crusaders from the two places, and then the Scourge army was wiped out one by one.

But Ares won't let this happen again, after more than three months of hard work, the army gathered under his command has begun to take shape, the 3,000 warriors of the Scarlet Abbey, the werewolf troops supported by Gilneth, and the battle mages of Dalaran, this coalition army is enough to tear down this terrifying wall of the dead.

……

Above the Tifaris forest, dark clouds were thick, and heavy rain fell to the earth. Under the gray sky, Ares rode on his horse with his sword on his shoulder, and leaped in front of the three armies.

"Brothers, sisters, all Lordaeron, the children of Gilneth, I am Ares. Mowglian. A normal paladin. Many of you know me, and many of you don't. However, it doesn't matter, the important thing is that we are gathered here today for one purpose - to declare war on the Scourge Legion! ”

"Like you, I lost my loved ones, my father and my mother in the natural war. I believe that all of us, like me, have been frightened by countless zombie seas and lost their fighting spirit, faith and dignity. Eventually, however, we all stood up, and we stood up again and united. Fight to defend our homeland, to fight for our faith and glory. ”

"I've seen the fall of a glorious dynasty, fought in the worst battles of Lordaeron, infiltrated the most dangerous undead fortresses, and faced a sea of undead zombies, but none of them have been enough to break my will and determination. Determination to fight against the scourge of the undead. ”

"The glorious banner of battle once fell here, and today, let us regain the broken banner and fight under the holy light."

"In the name of the Light, let us fight together, for Azeroth!"

On the golden warhorse, Ares spoke in the loudest voice.

After a moment of silence, the crowd in front of him could be seen to roar like a raging wind, and the legion was boiling. Werewolves from Gilneth screamed in the sky, and the veterans of the Scarlet Abbey raised their weapons and struck their shields in a roar of "vengeance, vengeance". Wave after wave. As if it was a volcano about to erupt, Ares saw one word in everyone's faces - anger.

The anger of losing a home, the anger of losing a loved one, the anger of losing a loved one. And now, that anger is turning into a heat wave, a powerful force.

Hassal and Phelenma, Whiteman, and other paladins and priests stood in front of the army, praying for each soldier who was about to attack the Undead Fortress to infuse the Light into their weapons, although this would only last for a short time, but it would be enough. Ares didn't intend to fight a long game.

As the battle progresses, the number of soldiers killed in battle is sure to increase, and given enough time, the lich can resurrect them all. In that case, this battle, like all previous battles, would only cost the warriors a wasted sacrifice, but would only boost the strength of the Scourge Legion.

Ares intends to kill with one move. Concentrate the best forces and break through the barriers of natural disasters. Let them have no time and a chance to resurrect those dead soldiers.

As the prayer service ended, Ares, at the front of the line, raised his greatsword and swung forward. His voice rang out loudly at the same time—

"Now, Lordaeron warriors, Gilneth warriors, follow me, charge!"

The torrential rain poured down, and Ares clamped his legs around the war horse, and the war horse in the golden armor suddenly neighed and galloped out. Behind him, the coalition forces suddenly boiled.

They followed the paladin's charge, like a herd of unbridled beasts, a rolling torrent. The ground shook, and countless werewolves and blood-colored warriors tread through the muddy ground and poured towards the castle's gates.