The bright red blood-colored crusade flag fluttered in the sky, and with it, an endless, sea of cavalry.

Dressed in blue and gold armor, Arthas was the first to bear the beat, and it is worth mentioning that instead of using his usual golden power of Minahir, he held a strange-looking broad-faced sword.

The sword was composed of white, red, and gold, and the hilt was carved with pure gold lines, and on the sunken body, a round wheel like the sun shone with a deadly brilliance.

Ember Bringer.

That's right, this legendary weapon in the history of Warcraft, forged by Magni Copperbeard in its original history, was held by Alessandros Mograini, and traveled between darkness and light several times, and finally reached the hands of the legendary paladin Tirio Fortin, and the paladin used this artifact to cut off Frostmourn during the battle of Icecrown Fortress, ending the reign of Arthas.

And after Xue Huan, the butterfly, entered the post-continent of Azeroth, Arthas, who was supposed to be depraved, was lucky not to become the puppet of the Lich King, and under the rule of Arthas, who led the Scarlet Crusade, Alexandros, as a former noble knight of Lordaeron, deserved to sacrifice the ashes she had cast to Arthas.

Arthas, the son of the Light, believed in the Light to the same extent as Alexandros, and when the Messenger of the Ashes was delivered to Arthas for the first time, the young prince felt the call of power, a vast power that he had never experienced since he was a child.

This weapon is full of warm and harmonious holy energy, but for the undead, it is enough to dissolve their natural enemies.

With the blessing of the Ash Emissary, Arthas, who was originally very saturated with the strength of the holy energy in his body, suddenly burst out of the holy light energy in his body at the moment he rushed into the sea of the undead, forming a golden shock wave, which surged and opened, eliminating all the undead creatures around him about 20 meters into invisibility.

"Your Highness is mighty—"

"Long live the King of Arthas!!"

The knights behind him erupted in cheers.

In fact, the knights were hesitant before they came to the aid of Dalaran, believing that Arthas's actions were tantamount to suicide in the face of an army of hundreds of thousands of undead.

But the glory of Lordaeron inspired them, most of them were sent to Lordaeron to study since childhood, and most of them shared a common sense of mission, following His Highness Arthas to restore Lordaeron, even if they were sent to death, they did not hesitate.

Especially after arriving at the border of Dalaran, facing the vast army of immortals, these wriggling black things surrounded the entire Dalaran like a swarm of ant arch towers, which looked terrifying.

Believe that this mindset is not shared by one person, but by all people.

But when Arthas was alone, he rushed into the sea of the undead, activated the holy light energy in his body, and killed a large number of undead in just a few seconds, in the eyes of the soldiers of Lordaeron, it was tantamount to the gods descending to earth, and it was tantamount to replanting the seeds of hope in their hearts.

Especially Alexandros behind Arthas, the old paladin smiled with satisfaction and thanked Magni from the bottom of his heart.

Arthas led the Scarlet Crusader Knights behind him to charge all the way to the besieged position of the mages, which is the core area of Dalaran, the Violet Tower.

He wielded the Ash Messenger in his hand, the gods blocked and killed the gods, the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddhas, and a wide range of divine shock and devotion skills were also used interchangeably at the same time. Arthas used this savage, violent method to forcibly sweep away the undead in front of him, creating a gap for the cavalry to accelerate again.

The tens of thousands of Silver Hand Paladins from the remnants of Lordaeron behind him were all experienced warriors who had experienced the baptism of bloody battlefields, so when there was enough space in front of them, they decisively injected the holy light into the somewhat tired war horses, and began to accelerate again.

The distance of less than 2,000 meters, which was only a blink of an eye for paladins who were proficient in battle formations, 5 minutes later, the paladin legion led by Arthas directly tore a hole in the sea of the undead and plunged straight into the hinterland of Dalaran.

As the undead in front of him gradually fell, the path ahead became clear - mage, it was Mage Dalaran!!

In front of Arthas's eyes, a group of Dalaran mages appeared, there were not many of them, only a few hundred, but they were resisting with the last strength of their bodies, and behind them, slumped to the ground, that familiar shadow, made Arthas's heart suddenly tug together.

"Charge, warriors of Lordaeron!!Fight for the glory of Lordaeron!!"

With the sword in his hand, the young prince threw all the resentment of the destruction of the country and the family on the bodies of these low-level undead, and the ash messenger shone brightly, and the burst of holy energy burned all the undead who were originally around the mage.

"Behold, Your Highness the Prince, it is His Highness Arthas!!"

"We're saved!!"

The mages, who were already on the verge of complete despair, erupted in a tsunami-like cheer the moment they saw the Scarlet Crusaders led by Arthas, this feeling... The feeling of being left to die and resurrected is definitely more exciting than researching some amazing magic.

The mages used all their strength, mobilized the little magic power left in their bodies, and cooperated with Arthas to attack, and after 5 minutes, the two sides broke through the barrier of the sea of the undead and finally came together.

Arthas stopped his crotch horse, and he calmly ordered the paladins to form a strong line of defense, unlike mages who had no way to fight hand-to-hand, if these paladins wanted to defend a point by working together, as long as there were enough of them, no matter how many undead could cross this line.

"Gianna, I'm coming!!"

Arthas walked over to the weakened Gianna, gently picked her up and held her in his arms, he took the water from Bridget and carefully poured it into Gianna's mouth.

"Arthas, is that you?" Gianna slowly opened her eyes, she was so tired that her magic was completely exhausted, and even her body was weak.

"Of course, Gianna, I won't leave you, anytime, anywhere. Arthas said softly.

"Thank you, Arthas. ”

Looking at the tenderness overflowing from Arthas's eyes, a touch of warmth flashed in Gianna's heart, but the next second, as if she suddenly thought of something, Gianna suddenly grabbed Arthas's hand and said anxiously: "Go... Go to Violet Castle, Teacher... The teacher is inside!!"

"Mr. Antonidas?"

Looking at the worry that Gianna couldn't hide, Arthas understood almost instantly.

He turned his head to look at the undead who had reverted to the waves of undead, then handed Gianna in his arms to Bridget, and lifted the Ember Bringer in his hand again.

"Alexandros, you are here to guard the front, and the command here is completely up to you, hold here and wait for us to return. ”

"Bridget, you're in charge of organizing the movement of the badly injured mage. ”

"Ethanlien, Isenlion will leave the rescue work here to you, and let the cunning undead taste the power of your Holy Light. ”

One by one, Arthas's orders were delivered, and soon, under the command of the wise and decisive prince, a simple line of defense was preliminarily constructed.

With the brave and combative Lordaeron Paladins at the forefront, the remaining mages were finally able to unscrupulously exert their long-range advantages, and for a while, this large position mixed with tens of thousands of people was miraculously stabilized.

Seeing that those undead were desperately resisted outside Violet Square, and there was no way to launch further attacks for a while, Arthas and Alexandros exchanged a look, called 12 high-level paladins, and marched in the direction of Violet Castle without stopping.

(End of chapter)