"What about our mage? Damn it! Where is our mage? Under heavy protection, Ethan Lion shouted angrily.

"It was our mage who cast the fireball spell just now, Abilton, and he ran with Tyran!" Beside him, an officer said with an ugly face, "In the middle of the night, I sent someone to the Mage Tower in the east of the city to find Abilton, at that time, the Mage Tower was already blocked by magic, and the messenger couldn't even enter the gate of the Mage Tower!" ”

In Azeroth, the number of mages is not as large as one might think, except for the Magic City of Dalaran, the number of mages in every region does not exceed the single digits, but is devastated. The number of mages in the land of the former kingdom of Lordaeron is far below average, and Abylton is the only one in the entire Fireplace Valley, oh, of course, the apprentices in his mage tower who can only use one or two spells.

"And what about our ballista?"

"Because of the haste of the incident, in order to pursue quickly, the ballista was not brought." The other officer next to him replied with a grim face, he was in charge of the heavy equipment, and he had never thought that he would use all this bulky equipment that was difficult to move and leave it all on the side of the castle.

"Okay, okay, let's talk about it, what else can we do to eliminate the traitors on the other side?" Ethan Lien pressed the anger in his heart and said through gritted teeth. After angrily removing the previous commander who had let Tyran run away and taking command of the legion himself, the Grand Prosecutor found himself at a loss for what to do.

"Maybe the Iron Wall Legion has a way, they are a full-plate armored heavy legion, they should be able to press it hard!" An officer suggested.

"So what are you waiting for? What about the Iron Wall Legion, let them hurry up! We're attacking! Ethan Leon screamed impatiently in the crowd.

"The heavy armor is slowing them down, they're walking too slowly, they haven't arrived yet!" A guard next to him whispered.

"Then let them hurry up before my patience is exhausted," Ethanlion said with some weariness, his anger draining him too much, and he pointed to the herald who was about to leave, "By the way, tell them to bring the dwarven cannons!" ”

The herald bowed his head and turned to leave. Ethan Lien looked around the dejected officers and coughed.

"Ready to attack, we have to put constant pressure on them so that they don't run away!"

"But the soldiers don't want to fight any more!" An officer whispered in embarrassment, gesturing to the soldiers around him who had not yet recovered their spirits, "You also saw that they were all frightened by the explosion just now. ”

"Let the pastors sing the hymn of hope and help these cowards get back on their feet!" Esenlian said to a priest in the robes of the priest, he turned his head and looked sternly at the officers, "Tell these cowards that this is a righteous battle that glorifies the Light, and that without sacrifice, there will be no victory!" ”

"As you wish." The priest bent over and walked towards the other pastors behind him. And the officers also began to rush to their own companies, but it was clear from their gloomy expressions that they did not have much confidence in the upcoming battle.

As the saying goes, the faith of a madman is always purer than that of a normal person. As the largest sect in Azeroth. Teach. The army, the Scarlet Crusaders, had far more priests than any other secular army. After a while, just behind all the companies, a low, mournful song rang out.

"My sword is broken,

My shield is broken.

Ruthless enemies,

is bringing death and suffering to us......"

In despair, the soldiers turned their heads blankly and looked in the direction where the song came. There, more than a dozen priests were singing a mournful song, low and mournful, telling of endless fear and numbness, as if it were a true portrayal of the soldiers' situation at the moment. But gradually, the singing became soothing and peaceful, as if the holy light was shining on everyone's body and mind, soothing their wounds and driving away the darkness in their hearts.

"Holy Light,

Look at us with compassion.

I prayed to Him devoutly,

Pray that He will give me strength.

I consecrate my soul on His altar,

Pray that He will give me hope! ”

The priests raised their staffs of prayer, and the light of the holy light swayed in all directions from the ruby at the end of the staff, washing over all the queues like a waterfall, and the warm golden light enveloped everyone, pouring strength and hope into everyone's heart. At the same time, the singing suddenly became high-pitched, as if it was shining with the surging holy light.

"Holy Light,

His power is unmatched.

His divine light,

inspires us,

Show us the way to victory,

Let us triumph in His glorious name! ”

The sonorous and powerful and majestic chant of hope gradually turned into a war song at this moment, like a spirit, like a flag, stimulating the low morale of the soldiers. The rousing war song was like a horsewhip, whipping the soldiers' hearts with shame and making them ashamed of their timidity just now. The ashamed warrior clenched his weapon, his hands became strong again, and his gaze became firm again. The blood in everyone's hearts began to boil, and the warriors of the Scarlet Crusader raised their heads, bathed in the righteous wrath and furious power bestowed by the Holy Light, and the fear and uneasiness caused by the explosion had long since disappeared, replaced by a raging war spirit and endless fanaticism!

However, their enemies were not idle, and were already in battle. Just behind the pointed stakes, the Minotaur had already planted all his totems, and behind him stood the massive body of the Rock Lord Lockhora. Beside Lockhora is the water elemental summoned by the mage Abileton. The elemental elder-level behemoth was only a little shorter than Lockhora, and from time to time he was glancing at the elemental allies around him.

Both of them have summoned the power of the Holy Light at this moment and activated their own Divine Aura, the difference is that Tirio activates the Piety Aura, while Tyran activates the Punishment Aura. At this moment, the difference in the power of the Holy Light between father and son was fully manifested, Tyran's aura of punishment shrouded a radius of about thirty yards, but Tirio's aura of piety shrouded a radius of more than fifty yards, covering almost all the soldiers under its protection.

In front of the two Fordin, the Night Elf Druid was throwing a handful of thorn seeds into the dirt, accompanied by bursts of green magic light, a puff of spiky bushes grew between the pointed stakes, and in just a few minutes, the shrubs that were still slightly tender turned into tough black-brown old branches, even if the spikes on them may not be able to pierce the enemy's armor, but these tangled vine branches are more powerful than tripping horses.

It was then that the singing of the priests finally stopped. With a roar of command, the Scarlet Crusaders launched a tidal attack.