"Shhh

When the pale face of the Death Knight was truly visible, the entire coalition let out a sound of inhalation. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Immediately, anger instantly permeated the entire battlefield.

Uther, the Lightbringer, is second only to Karl and Archbishop Fao, the god of war, in the minds of the soldiers of the Alliance. In a sense, Uther was the closest and most authentic hero in the eyes of the soldiers.

When Uther was killed by his own disciple Arthas, the entire alliance mourned. And now, the evil Lich King has desecrated their heroes by not sparing even the dead corpses......

However, the 'surprises' that Naozu had prepared for the coalition forces were far from over.

The dense Scourge Legion once again separated several crossings, and several death knights, also dressed in black heavy armor, drove the skeleton horses to walk slowly, standing side by side with Uther.

"Kargas・Blade Fist!"

The knight, who was significantly taller than the others, was instantly recognized. Without it, the sign of the blade on the left hand says it all. When the orcs retreated in Stormwind, Kargas, who was summoned by Neozu to support the Orc army of Azeroth, challenged Cal alive and dead, and then died tragically at the gates of Stormwind.

"It seems that Nao Zu misses the old love very much!"

Karl said sarcastically, that Naozu had completely let go, even his own compatriots.

"The other two are the famous Blackstone Chieftain Black Hand, and the Frostwolf Clan Chieftain Durotan!"

The Black Hand rode a skeletal velociraptor with a massive warhammer in both hands. Beside him, dressed in a tattered wolf skin, sat a huge lifeless war wolf, and there was no one but Thrall's father, the frostwolf chief Durontan.

The appearance of the two orc chieftains surprised Mograine and the others, but compared to the orc chieftains they didn't know much about, the other three Death Knights made their hearts as cold as the ice here.

On the tall warhorse, the Death Knight, armed with a monstrous axe, pulled back his visor. Maybe it's due to old age, or it's because of the corrosion of the soil. The knight's face was covered in mottled marks......

But this does not affect Mograini's perception of his identity.

"Suo...... Your Majesty Soras! ”

Mograine's voice trembled.

Damn the Lich King, what the hell have you done?!!

Solas Thorbain, the old king of Stormgard. An elder who was assassinated at the end of the Orc War. The former king of Riptide Castle was a truly powerful warrior. The Tolbain family is a staunch defender of the capital of the erstwhile Soradin Empire, and in the barren Arathi Heights, Riptide Castle has been at war with the trolls.

And Soras, like the other kings, has been tasked with guarding his home from birth, always ready to fight the trolls. Years of presence on the battlefield quickly made the king a seasoned and powerful warrior, and Stormgard flourished under his rule.

In addition to Torcara, the legendary greatsword of the Torbain family, there is also a weapon belonging to Solas Torbain himself, the Troll Slayer.

It looks like the Death Knight Solas is holding in front of him.

There weren't many knights from Riptide in the coalition army, but that didn't stop the league soldiers from having a lot of respect for the king.

Naozu's death succeeded in arousing the wrath of the coalition soldiers. If the Lich King wants to make them lose their minds, it does work.

The last two knights stood silently.

Carl grabbed Varian, who was about to rush forward. With a horrible wound on his face as if he had been left in the game, Wrynn's eyes were bloodshot as he struggled frantically in Karl's hands......

The remaining two knights, who were neck in the neck, pulled their masks to the exclamations of the soldiers, revealing two familiar faces in front of them. The soldiers subconsciously retreated almost at the same time......

"Gaga...... Chirping...... Squeak......"

This time, even Carl could barely suppress the anger in his chest!

Standing in front of them was none other than Ryan Wrynn, the former king of Stormwind and Varian's father, and the other was an unacceptable fact for everyone, including elves and dwarves, - Anduin Lothar, the generalissimo of the Alliance!

Aside from the lack of blood, Lothar was no different from when he was alive. Behind his dark red armor was a large broadsword, almost as long as his body. The huge body is dark red, with some silver-white lines engraved on it, and at the junction between the handle and the sword body, two lifelike black dragon heads form the gauntlet of the giant sword...... The entire greatsword exuded an aura of blood and oppression.

Carl wasn't in the mood to investigate if the sword was the in-game Ashkandi, aka A.L. Naozu was crazy beyond his imagination......

Not only is Lothar one of the most revered League heroes in the game, but she is also one of the few closest friends of Carl in this world. If it is said that seeing Uther and Ryan resurrected as death knights, Carl can still be calm. When Lothar's face was revealed, anger rushed into his head in an instant......

Nao Zu!

You're killing yourself!

"Let go of me! Father! Carl, you bastard, let go of me-!! ”

Varian frantically slapped Carl's arm, but although his strength was the best among his peers, it was clearly not enough in front of Carl.

"If you still want to save your father, give me peace!"

Karl's eyes were red as he glared at Varian fiercely.

"Save...... Yes, I'm going to save him, I'm going to save my father! ”

Varian woke up from a dream, and finally got honest. Karl threw him behind him, met Mograine's questioning gaze, and nodded slightly.

"Bring him up!"

Mograini turned and commanded.

Two paladins escorted Sedan Dasohan, who was also dressed in knightly armor, to the front of the battle, and the soldiers were in disbelief in their eyes.

"Get on your knees!"

The paladin unceremoniously kicked Dasohan's foot, and Dasohan fell to his knees with weakness.

"Exclude dissidents and persecute fellow citizens. Karl Sunset, do you think you can cover the sky with one hand? The Light will vindicate my innocence for me. Da Sohan roared with righteousness, anger and justice, "Mograine, would you rather believe a person who has been missing for more than ten years than believe me?!" You've been lost to demons, wake up, my friend. The Union is on the verge of crisis, and the people need you! ”

Mograine looked at the dying Dasohan, shook his head and sighed.

"Holy Light?! If you look forward to the Light so much, let the Light bear witness to you for who you really are. ”

"Haha, one day, judgment will come upon you. Karl Sunset—You demon! ”

Karl smiled disdainfully, and a blazing golden light fell from the sky and went straight into Dassohan's mind.

"The Light is righteous, you traitor to humanity, go lick your elven bitch's ......"

"Bang!"

Dassaulthan tumbled out like a ball, kicking up a trail of smoke.

"It's useless...... Yes......! ”

Dasuohan struggled to stand up again on his knees, and before he could finish the cruel words in his mouth, the pain rolling in his body made him scream out loud.

The original brown and white skin gradually turned purple and black, and golden light burst out from the cracks in the armor of the knight of the Silver Hand. The surging power of holy light raged in Da Suohan's body, and the demon hidden in the paladin's body could no longer maintain its human form, and its body expanded rapidly, and the sturdy armor cracked and fell off in an instant, and the clothes were torn......

Except for the Mograine who knew about it, the rest of the people and soldiers watched in amazement as Da Sohan transformed into a tall demon, dazed.

"Naozu!"

Karl pulled out the Frost Sorrow and stepped step by step towards the demon that revealed his true form.

"Congratulations, you've made it! You managed to me off! Angered countless warriors behind me! I know you don't really mean to do things for Kil'Gardan, maybe the death of a few Dreadlords in Tikdios will make you applaud......"

"Now, I'll give you another big gift."

Frost's sorrow slammed down—

The struggling Dread Demon King Banazal was cut off by Karl before he could even beg for mercy. Frost Grief swept softly, and the terrified soul of the Dreadlord was sucked into the evil artifact of his own people.

Karl lifted the Frost Sorrow and pointed to the Scourge army—

"Exterminate the Scourge! Exterminate the Demons! ”

"Attack!" (To be continued.) )