The junction of the Tirisfara Glade and the Silver Pine Forest.

Archmarshal Garisos eagerly looked into the distance, and it was said that the man would be able to reach the Tirisfal Glade this morning, and it was said that he was armed with a weapon made of purified shadow crystals, which was said to be the most skilled dwarven king in the world......

Garisos was eager to see the murder weapon, however, he wanted to pull the man into his command, and with that man's prestige, the restoration of the country was no longer a luxury.

Finally, a group of people and horses slowly walked in the sunshine, and at the forefront was a mighty knight riding a tall horse.

The morning sun was a little harsh, but Garissos squinted and recognized who the knight was.

Is it Alexandros? Mograini.

Garisos hurried up to meet him, and before he could get closer, he shouted enthusiastically, "Hey, old friend, is that you?" Grand Lord Alexandros? Mograine? ”

Moglenilma looked closely, and this man with a bearded and haggard look turned out to be the generalissimo Garissos, he quickly jumped off his horse and walked forward quickly, "Your Excellency the marshal, it turned out to be you?" I didn't expect to meet you in this place. ”

At this time, the two were already close at hand, and Garissos took Mograine's hand and said excitedly: "Old friend, it's a pleasure to see you." ”

Mograini looked at the former generalissimo with some puzzlement, when did he become so close to him and let him receive him so much, I still remember the last time we met, the two just nodded to each other from a distance.

"Your Excellency, are you waiting for me?"

"That's right, Mograine, I'm here to greet you, welcome to the Lordaeron Human Resistance." Garisos smiled.

Lordaeron Human Resistance? This name is a little heard, this is a resistance army still active under the nose of Alsace, although the record is not outstanding, but to exist in the Scourge base camp for so long is enough to be regarded as a hard work.

But when did you agree to join them?

"With all due respect, I am passing through the Tirisfal Glades, Lord Marshal, and it is said that my wives and children have fled to the Valley of the Hearth, and I miss them so much that I ......," said Mograini.

"Haha!" Garissos laughed twice and said, "It's okay, reuniting with your loved ones is a matter of urgency, and you don't need to apologize for it, but do you know what Lordaeron is in now?" ”

"Oh?" Mograine asked in surprise, "What's wrong with Lordaeron now?" ”

Garisos said, "You know what? Our 'Majesty' was unseated by his ally, the Dreadlord, and in less than two days, the Dreadlord was defeated by the Banshee King Sylvanas, and now Lordaeron is under the control of a stinking group of undead. ”

"Is it ......?"

"That's right, now that Sylvanas has taken Lordaeron for the first time, it is the time when he can't catch it, and if he takes advantage of this to capture Lordaeron, he can hope to restore the country." When he said this, a dazzling light bloomed in Garisos's eyes.

Mograini was almost blinded by the light, he thought for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll help you defeat the undead, but after the victory I'll have to go to the Valley of the Hearth, to be honest, I really ......"

Garethos interrupted Mograini and said, "Old man doesn't have to explain, really, if my relatives were still alive in this world, I would definitely leave this burden behind and spend time with them." ”

"And, old man, when we retake Lordaeron, you can bring your wife and children with you, and I think they must be very eager to go back to their own homes and not live under the fence."

Mograini's eyes lit up and he said, "Good! ”

……

After Phoenix finished speaking, no one else reacted much, but I was shocked, oh my god, why is it Mograine, the Ash Bringer.

Calculate the time, at this time, the old man is already in the dwarf king - Magni? Copperbeard had picked up the sword, but why hadn't he arrived in the Hearthvale before the Frozen Throne had been attacked, but only in the Tirisphahl Glade just after Sylvanas had defeated Lordaeron?

Thinking of the Ash Bringer sprinting through the sea of the undead, all the undead were burned by the Ash Bringer's sacred fire, and in an instant, I felt the urge to flee with Sylvanas and the Banshees.

"Heehi, why don't we withdraw, Mograini is not something we can resist." I said weakly.

Bang!

As soon as Sylvanas lifted his foot, I rolled out again, and on the way, I heard a voice like this, "Be careful that I flake you alive." ”

Varimasas said, "Alexandros? Mograine, I've heard that it's powerful, but it's not as good as what your men say can be defeated without a fight. ”

Although Varymathas's tone was calm, Sylvanas felt a deep sense of humiliation—paralyzed, despised by the Dreadlord.

Sylvanas glared at me hatefully and said, "Don't bother with that coward, but Mograine is a legendary hero who has been famous for a long time, so we'd better be careful." ”

"That's right!" "Be careful," Warimass said. ”

Sylvanas took a few quick steps to my side, which had just stopped rolling, grabbed me by the collar, dragged me towards the gate, and said as she went, "I'd like to get to know Mograine, who scares you, for a moment, and see if he's as invincible as you say!" ”

If you want to meet him, why are you pulling me, I was about to cry for a while, and the Ash Messenger is also something you can resist, what an ignorant woman, and, don't pull me like this, it's very uncomfortable.

Standing on the top of the city wall, you can see the T-junction under the hillside, where a large number of undead are gathering at this time, a group of walking corpses without any thoughts.

These undead are the first threshold that forms the defense line of Lordaeron, and if humans can't even defeat these undead, then taking Lordaeron is undoubtedly just a joke.

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was already mid-afternoon, and at this time, a large army of humans was approaching on the main road west of Lordaeron.

Roughly speaking, there are almost thousands of people.

The walls of the city fell silent, with Sylvanas, Varimasas, Putres, Faraño, and Salindra...... And me, one by one, quietly waiting for the moment when the undead smell the breath of the living.

Finally, the distance between the living and the dead was less than a hundred meters, and at this time, the dead also smelled the smell of the living.

They began to move westward, increasing as they got closer.

At this moment, a figure rushed out of the human army, not riding a horse, but holding a broad sword in his hand, and rushed towards the sea of the undead.

It wasn't a fair and reciprocal war, but no one had any objections, whether humans or the undead on the walls.

Because, this man with a broad sword in his hand should be like this, whether it is momentum or strength, he has the ability to stand alone with the sea of the undead.

When the first ghoul is two meters away from him, the battle is on the verge of breaking out.

The man waved his great sword, and a dazzling light suddenly erupted from the sword, and before the sword arrived, the ghoul had turned to ashes.

The man continued to charge, and at the same time, the great sword in his hand also fell, although there was no undead within five meters of him, he still did not hesitate to cut the sword down.

A holy sword rays stretched out from the sword body, and in an instant, it slashed a distance of more than ten meters, forming a sky-high flame in front of the man, the fire was white, but its heat caused all the undead in the range to turn into ashes.

The undead are trembling, and humans are crying.

"Ember Bringer!"

"Ember Bringer!"

"Ember Bringer!"

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