Speaking of the Silver Dawn, we have to start with the Knights of the Silver Hand. Oriental Reading Network %77%77%77%2e%6c%6e%77%6f%77%2e%6e%65%74

After the end of the First Orc War, Archbishop Fao gathered a number of priests loyal to the Light and taught them to use the Light's power to fight. In the Alonzath Chapel in Stratholme, Uther, Sedan? Da Sohan, Tirio? Fordin, Tulayan, and Gallard? Doom, became the first 5 paladins of the Silver Hand. At this moment, the famous "Knights of the Silver Hand" was founded.

In the Second Orc War, the Paladins gave everything for the victory of the war. Their heroic presence in wielding their warhammers on the battlefield and their divine power inspired all. Uther and his paladins were the most trustworthy comrades, and none of the Alliance's toughest knights and warriors were in awe of the sight of them crushing orcs while still snatching the dying Alliance forces from the clutches of death.

After the outbreak of the Scourge War, when the former paladin, Prince Arthas, betrayed humanity, destroyed the kingdom of Lordaeron, and killed his own teacher, Uther? After the Lightbringer, the Knights of the Silver Hand are in a state of dissolution. Later, the most radical of them, led by the paladin Dasohan and the high lord Mograine, formed the Crusaders. Because the insignia of the Crusaders was bright red and blood-colored, they were called the Scarlet Crusaders. In the early days, the Scarlet Crusaders were successful in their operations, recovering much of the land occupied by the Scourge and even launching a surprise attack on the Scourge Stratholme, which was also the result of a raid in which Dathohhan, one of the founders of the Crusaders, was killed and the Dreadlord Banazar took possession of his body.

Soon after, after the death of the other founder of the Crusaders, the High Lord Mograine, at the besiege of the Scourge (an event that turned out to be a betrayal and conspiracy, directed by Banazal), the Crusaders gradually descended into a terrible frenzy, and remained hostile to all races except the Crusaders.

At the beginning of its existence, the actions of the Scarlet Crusaders did inspire and attract many of the original Silver Hand members and Lordaeron refugees, but after the Scarlet Crusaders' behavior began to gradually change from fanaticism to extremism and madness, some of the sober-minded members realized that the continuation of this situation would only lead the Scarlet Crusaders to destruction, and after repeated dissuasions, they left the Scarlet Crusaders and established the "Silver Dawn" based on the Chapel of the Light's Wish. The Silver Dawn welcomes all who are willing to help them in their fight against the Scourge, regardless of race, whether they believe in the Light or not, and it is because of this inclusive attitude that the Silver Dawn has grown rapidly.

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The paladins rushed towards the Scourge in the lead, followed by the other knights. Their warhammers and silver-white shields in their hands pierced through the darkness of the Western Plaguelands like the dawn sun, slamming into the Scourge soldiers. Like a scorching blade cutting through butter, these living dead were directly swept away by the tremendous force of the impact, but the squad of knights of only twelve people was like a whole army, unstoppable, invincible.

One of the Scourge Warlocks raised his staff and cast a spell on the Paladin at the head, but the aura that shrouded around the latter shone even brighter, completely dispelling the Shadow Arrows he fired.

The Warlock gathers mana and tries to cast another spell, but the knights' mounts are Highland horses from the Hills Brad Hills, and they charge extremely fast. Before he could finish the incantation, the paladin had already rushed to him.

The shining hammer slashed through a silver light and slammed into the warlock's head, and the Cursed Cultist was knocked down with a mere snort. Immediately after, a dazzling circle of golden light burst out from the paladin's body, and almost all the Scourge mages and warlocks who tried to lock him were blinded by the light, and they had to turn around to let their tear-filled eyes soothe the pain.

This knee-jerk completely ruined their hopes of victory, as more knights rode their horses at them, and the casters were knocked to the ground with a bang, along with the magic shield in front of them.

The Scourge mages were in mourning, although the protection of magic kept them from being injured by their horses, but the pain of being thrown to the ground was definitely not something that the delicate mages could bear. Before they could get to their feet, the paladin had already led his men to turn their horses' heads around and charge again.

The heavily armored war horse struck again like a torrent of steel, four hooves flying, trampling through, once, twice, the horse's hooves continued to consume the power of the shield, and the frightened casters did not dare to move and cowered under the magic turtle shell, even if a few brave people got up from the ground, they did not escape the heavy swing of the war hammer.

It wasn't that the mages didn't want to use spells to save themselves, but before they could recite any incantations, the paladins raised their warhammers in the air, like a beacon, and the holy light that flowed like a waterfall fell from the sky, infused with the warhammer, and then poured along the paladin's body, all the way down, and thundered into the filthy ground. The next moment, the ground burned, and golden light erupted from beneath the ground, and this light was so blazing that every inch of the land seemed to be melted, emitting a scorching and dazzling light like magma.

This is the light of consecration, and every unclean person will be burned to ashes, and these Scourge casters are clearly among them. The blessed magic shield could not resist the trampling of the horse's hooves and the burning of the ground at the same time, and they jumped desperately and screamed like prawns on a shelf plate. Some people couldn't help but control the shield to move under their bodies, but soon, "Ka ba, Ka ba", the sound of bones breaking continued to sound.

But not all Scourge mages are lambs to the slaughter, powerless to fight back, desperate, not knowing that it was the mage who cast his own life-saving spell first, then the chain reaction of the second, the third, and in the end, almost all the mages began to fight desperately.

Magic Explosion is an instantaneous spell that does not require chanting a spell or holding a spell seal, and can be released in almost half a second, making it a necessary spell to create chaos and take advantage of the opportunity to smear oil on the soles of your feet. However, this type of energy-blasting arcane is extremely interfering with each other, and is not suitable for teamwork, especially between mage teammates. But now in this desperate situation, the mages obviously can't care so much, and they have cast this life-saving spell at the bottom of the box.

Arcane explosions with mages in their hearts bloomed in the crowd, and the purple arcane light shone like a blooming fireflower, dazzling and dazzling. It has to be said that the effect of this superimposed spell is surprisingly good, and the shock wave like a wave of rage swept in all directions, and the sand and dust raised by the hurricane were like a wild dragon rolling up, soaring, and even the sky was obscured. Under the impact of this turbulent energy turbulence, many knights were overturned to the ground by people and horses, and the rolling dust and mist were everywhere the neighing of war horses and the screams of fallen horses. A moment later, the dust mist rushed out of several horses that had lost their knights, and they were so frightened that they went on a rampage, their eyes bloodshot, and their manes disheveled.

But the mages also paid a heavy price for this, and the chaotic resonance and interference between the raging arcane arts tore apart their sea of magic in an instant, severing their connection with the magic around them, and more than one mage clutched his chest in pain like a drowning man, vomiting blood, and even if he could escape his life, they had to say goodbye to their spellcasting ability.

There was a wailing everywhere, and a lightly injured natural disaster mage, with unparalleled perseverance, got up from the ground, and luckily avoided the collision of the war horse, and then a flash, teleported out from the fleeting gap between the war horses.

However, before he could celebrate his escape, a whistling bullet struck him in the shoulder, tearing half of his body apart. He let out an astonishing scream, spun and fell to the ground, and a few seconds later, severe blood loss claimed his life.

The paladin, who had just been chased out of the dust mist, looked in surprise in the direction where the bullet had come from, and he saw a sturdy figure appear on the top of a hill in the distance, greeting him with a musket. He could barely see the dazzling clump of fiery red hair from here.

"It's scary!" He couldn't help but admire.

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