"People make mistakes, but it's not terrible to make mistakes, it's terrible to make mistakes and not know how to reflect and repent. ”

The young Tulayan had resounded in his mind the words of Sir Lothar when he had comforted him after the Battle of Shining Gold a year earlier, when Tulayan was so depressed that he almost wanted to commit suicide, only that the defeat was due to the recklessness of his immature lieutenant.

And now Tulayan's mind remembered Lothar's words again, because he felt that he was afraid that he had made another mistake, and that he had made a mortal mistake that was a matter of life and death, and that was irreparable.

"I shouldn't have come to Lordaeron for help! that young prince could have sacrificed everything for his throne!"

Ever since the Scout Cavalry brought back the Phantom Crystal information that the undead army had indeed been blocked by the mudslide, Arthas has taken the Knights of the Silver Hand to stand still and keep an eye on the movements of the undead army from afar.

As soon as Tulayan found out about the situation, he understood that the young Prince Lordaeron had ruthlessly abandoned Sir Lothar, who was waiting for rescue.

"For the sake of the big picture, for the sake of Lordaeron, it doesn't matter to me, I'm just the son of a poor prison keeper in the Stormwind Kingdom, and I'll fight for those who are important to me.

Tulayan packed his bags and added another sentence in his heart.

"Even if the final result is death, I have no regrets! If I go to the other one, it should be insignificant to the overall situation. ”

Tulayan didn't feel that he was doing a stupid thing recklessly, he was sure that he would achieve his wish, just because he was holding this golden sword in his hand!

"Marshal Lothar's Excalibur once helped me fight my way out of the encirclement when I was exhausted, and now the main force of the army of the undead is no longer Stratholme, and it is rare that I can't kill it anymore when I am full of strength?"

Tulayan asked himself confidently in his heart, but suddenly felt a warm energy rush from his hand into his body.

"Hah! Even this sword knows I can do it!"

Tulayan checked his salute one last time, and after being sure that he had enough to carry at least enough food for the brothers who were waiting for rescue, he resolutely walked out of the tent.

"A lot of my brothers are probably gone. ”

As soon as Tulayan took a step, tears rolled down his eyes, and he only felt that his heart was shattered.

"You look more like a wronged child than a warrior who has no hesitation in the uprising. ”

Tulayan was shocked when he heard this, but in an instant, he felt a surge of angry blood rushing towards the Heavenly Spirit Gai.

"Who! sweep Lao Tzu's prosperity at such a time!"

Tulayan spurted out a foul word, and the next moment he regretted slapping himself twice, because he saw the familiar tall figure.

"General Dassault Han, why are you here?"

Tulayan looked at the tall man in disbelief, his bandages tied up and down like a mummy, and his arms and armpits were supported by two crutches, which looked like he could not walk.

"I'm here because I have something I have to do. ”

Dasohan walked towards Tulayan on crutches, and then he stretched out his bandaged right hand.

Tulayan didn't understand it for a while, but it dawned on him that the young paladin hesitated for less than a second before handing over the sword in his hand to Da Sohan.

And as soon as the golden divine sword entered Da Suohan's hand, a burst of dazzling golden light enveloped Da Suohan's tall body.

Tulayan could feel that the golden light was not a holy light, but something... Something more powerful than the Light, like the energy produced by the materialization of the righteous mind.

"Hey......"

A long sigh interrupted Tulayan's thoughts, and the tall paladin raised his hand and handed the Excalibur back to Tulayan.

Tulaya was puzzled, but Dasohan immediately answered Tulayan's doubts.

"I just used it to heal my injuries, and only those who can afford to hold it and put it down can be worthy of this magic weapon, and I am not worthy of him, in the past I have always thought that no matter who it is, as long as I hold it, it can be as powerful as Lothar, but today I am really fortunate to pick it up, and I understand that the important thing is not this sword, but my own heart, my own faith!"

Tulayan listened to the ignorance, and only felt that the elders were different and what they said was mysterious.

When Da Sohan saw this, he immediately stopped fighting, and only felt that he was really talking to the deaf.

"Boy, I know what you're going to do, I'll go with you!"

"No, you're carrying a heavy ......"

Before Tulayan could finish his sentence, he was stunned to see Da Suohan suddenly tense his muscles and shatter the bandages on his body.

"I don't need a child who hasn't grown up to worry about me!"

Seeing this, Tulayan wanted to say what happened to him with the Excalibur, but Da Suohan glared at the pair of tiger eyes and scared his words back into his stomach.

"Stop talking nonsense, get me your bag of things, and when we find Lothar, we'll let him eat enough!"

Tulayan exhaled a breath of helplessness, and had to give up, and a moment later, the two of them quietly left the camp and strode fearlessly in the direction of Stratholme City.

At the same time, at the gate of the Cathedral of the Wish of Light in Stratholme, there stood a "humanoid object" that looked like a human and a demon in Shura.

The humanoid object clutched a broken blunt sword, motionless, and looked like a dead thing.

But the real dead things that surrounded the "humanoids" soon proved his vitality!

Ghouls, zombies, skeletons, everything, but there was no difference, for the broken sword with the dried blood stains danced at this moment!

The blunt sword has no edge, but it is as sharp as a spatial blade, just right to fall on the weak points of those undead monsters, the eyes of ghouls, the necks of zombies, the joints of skeletons, and in just a moment, dozens of undead monsters that rushed up came all over their bodies and retreated.

At this moment, streaks of faint light suddenly floated out of the church and landed on the bloody warrior, treating him insignificant.

It turned out that in the church, there were all badly wounded Lordaeron soldiers, almost all of them badly wounded and dying, but they were still breathing a sigh of relief, just because their leader had not yet fallen!