Senior Commander Ghawar Publad is anxious right now. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info Since receiving a call for help from New Avalon, he has hurried from the Tirisfarda Glades to Haven County with his troops to support.

After rendezvous with another Scarlet Crusader force in the Valley of the Hearth, and meeting Tirio Fordin, one of the original five paladins, Garwal led the two forces into the Eastern Plaguelands. Time waits for no one, and he hasn't had a good night's sleep since he learned of the Scourge Legion's raid on the Floating City, and although Tirio promised to gather all his troops and send reinforcements later, Garwal didn't know what was going on in New Avalon.

Although he sent messengers, no news had come back so far, which disturbed him.

What made him even more disturbing was that his troops had entered the Eastern Plaguelands, but they had not been attacked by the undead who had occupied Stratholme. Along the way, I only encountered some undead harassment sporadically, and the road was smooth.

As a commander, Ghawar understood that there were only two possibilities for such a scenario. First, it was these undead who went to New Avalon and launched an all-out assault on the Scarlet Crusade; Second, these undead did not move, and it was another undead army that attacked New Avalon.

The latter is definitely worse than the former, which means that there is a trap waiting for him to jump into at New Avalon, and it is not uncommon for a good commander to encircle and send reinforcements. And the undead are not stupid, on the contrary, those who have wisdom are often the elite or the leader of it.

If it was the former, Garhwal didn't feel anything, he was already ready to face the army of the undead when he came, the difference was that he didn't break through the blockade of the undead, but fought hard with a large army. But the latter's words would be a disaster for both the city of New Avalon, which is still being held, and their support army.

Garwal: "Damn the scourge undead, guards, haven't we heard from you yet?" ”

"No, Commander, we haven't heard anything from the courier sent out so far."

Garhwal: "Did the scouts find any traces of the undead who nested in Stratholme?" There is also the specifics of Havenshire. ”

"Our scouts have not found a shadow of the undead army occupying Stratholme, but since they can't go deeper, they can't be sure. The situation in Haven County is not clear, the sky above it is full of gargoyles right now, and our scouts can't get close to it, but as far as the nearest scout said, New Avalon is under attack! ”

Garwal: "Damn, when will Lord Fordin's follow-up troops arrive!" ”

"The messenger we sent to the Valley of the Hearth has returned, and Lord Fordin, who is integrating all of the Silver Dawn and the remnants of the Silver Hand forces in the Western Plaguelands, is now on his way."

Ghawal: "No, it's too late! Everyone, all ready for battle, the whole army to raid! Support General Abydis! ”

"Yes, Your Excellency, Commander!"

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Time, the most helpless thing for Garhwal is time. The situation of New Avalon is unknown, and the follow-up reinforcements have not had time to arrive on the battlefield, so they can only prepare for the worst, this reinforcement from Tirifar and the Valley of the Hearth can only do to the front line of the battlefield now.

After the order was given, the army that had arrived to support moved quickly, and in a race against time, the whole army marched towards the location of Havenshire. Soon, this army was on the battlefield.

Mountains of undead stood in front of the army, and in the distant sky, gargoyles swooped down on the city below, and endless ghouls and hideous abominations rushed to the walls. In the city, the smoke of gunfire rose into the sky, and the sound of shouts and fighting was faintly heard.

"Damn," Garwal rode his horse, accompanied by a pair of knights, to the front of the procession. Looking at the precarious city in the distance, which was already under fire, Garwal drew his sword, pointed it at the city of New Avalon, and shouted: "The whole army is in formation, the horn is blown, and the cavalry charges!" ”

"Kill these scourge undead for me, for Lordaeron!"

The sound of a heavy horn resounded through the sky.

All the horsemen came to the front, raised their spears, and marched side by side, and Garval, who was at the forefront, snatched the banner from the hands of the flag bearer. Hold high the banner of Lordaeron's double-headed eagle!

"Charge!" Garwal roared, and the first horse charged at the army of the undead, the light of the light shining on him, illuminating the battlefield. "For the Light, for Lordaeron!"

"For the Light, for Lordaeron!" .......

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The knights chanted the same slogans as Garhwal, and followed him in a fearless charge towards the Lich King's undead army. The sound of horses' hooves trampling on the earth, resounding through the heavens, riding spears forward, deafening slogans echoing fearless determination in the desolate and heavy sound of trumpets.

Charge!

Charge!

Charge!

Just like the war more than twenty years ago, under the command of Anduin Lothar, they launched a decisive charge against the orc army. The Lordaeron double-headed eagle banner that once fluttered on the battlefield is now fluttering on the battlefield again.

Riding forward, I am invincible, the flag is not reached, and the knight is not dead.

These remnants of Lordaeron, with their fearless courage, once again proved their glory and determination to the entire world of Azeroth at this moment!

Lordaeron is a lost country, they are already a group of people who have lost their homeland, they have lost their relatives, they have lost the pride they once had. But so what? As long as the trumpet of the charge sounded again, and as long as the banner of the double-headed eagle representing Lordaeron was still flying, they would still be the knights of Lordaeron, the strongest human kingdom in Azeroth, and the warriors of the shawl of glory. Even if there is death ahead, as long as the horn of the charge sounds, they dare to trample on death.

Led by Garhwal, Lordaeron's cavalry swooped into the army of the undead. Spears pierced the ghouls' bodies, horses' hooves crushed skeletons, and the divine light burned abomination to destruction. The spear broke, drew the sword, the blade broke, and rode the horse, striking the undead with his body.

Under the death-defying charge of the cavalry, and with Garvar leading the way, the knights of Lordaeron tore apart the army of the undead in their path, opening a blood-soaked path across the battlefield.

The infantrymen in the back, armed with weapons, rushed into the battlefield after the cavalry, using their weapons to vent their anger and sorrow for the loss of their homes to the undead.

Garhwal, who rushed to the front, led the knight behind him and rushed towards the new Avalon gate opened by the undead in front of him. One hand held Lordaeron's banner, and the other, wielding a sword wrapped in holy light, slashed the ghouls in front of him. Ride on a horse, crush the skeleton's body, and charge forward.

"Rush over, rush over, crush these damn scourge undead, all of them!" Garwal roared loudly, holding aloft the double-headed eagle banner fluttering in his hand, "For our homeland, for our loved ones, for the kingdom of Lordaeron!" ”