"Don't let us down!"

Listening to Bolval's words, Bridget, who was dressed in military uniform, slapped her breastplate and shouted loudly: "Honor is my life!" I will not turn back until I destroy the damned undead today! ”

After that, the former Scarlet Crusader General raised the war hammer in his hand high, and his body bloomed with brilliant holy light, and then shouted to the knights behind him: "Silver hand, charge with me!" ”

Nearly half of the rear army guards who had been serving as the commander of the alliance, and the white-armored cavalry with a total of nearly a thousand people, also lit up with white holy light, urging the war horses under them to follow Bridget directly to the battlefield where the death knight was.

The Silver Hand, the proudest unit of the Terrans in the Second Orc War, has finally reappeared on the battlefield of the Terrans after uniting the Scarlet Crusaders, the Seventh Legion of Stormwind, and all the paladins of Theramore.

The white holy light of nearly a thousand people fused together, and from a distance, it looked like a sun rising from behind the alliance's military array, and the light was everywhere in its pass, and the darkness receded.

As if seeing a ray of light in despair, those soldiers who were ravaged by the Iron Cavalry of the Death Knight felt warm in their hearts, and the fear in their hearts inexplicably dissipated a lot, and the cold and dead air in the sky seemed to be no longer so terrifying.

The war horse under the crotch continued to accelerate, staring at the Death Knight troops in front of her, Bridget only felt that the blood in her body was boiling at this moment, and tears unconsciously burst out of her eyes.

How many years? Ever since Uther, the Lightbringer, had fallen out with Arthas, Prince of Lordaeron, and the Silver Hand had been forcibly disbanded, he had never seen such a spectacular sight! The fall of the old country. The isolated Knights of the Silver Hand could only watch as the undead wreaked havoc, and one by one their comrades died in the siege of the skeletons. In the end, the formerly powerful possessors of the Light could only flee in vain with their own people.

Slipping from the top to the bottom, his own powerlessness and past glory have driven many knights of the Silver Hand crazy. The more you have been in a high place, the more you have responsibility and responsibility, and the more you can't accept everything in front of you.

So the fanatical and almost evil Scarlet Crusaders were born, but it was not a continuation of the Silver Hand, but a group of powerless people who were unwilling, struggling and escaping because of their weakness, only to take away the enemy and the incompetent self by fighting frantically, and finally leave a little decent vanity.

His own father, General Alfred? This is true of Abydis, as is Attorney General Ethanlien, who is paranoid enough to go to evil, and even the Ashbringer who was unusually harsh on his son and died at the hands of the other. So the Scarlet Crusaders are not the hands of silver, and Bridget, who was once also the general of the Scarlet Crusaders, knows this very well.

But today, on this battlefield, she felt for the first time that the invincible, glorious and pious knights of the past had returned.

It is no longer to watch the tragedy happen, but you can only cry bitterly, no longer to look at your hometown every day and cry, and no longer desperately struggle and finally can only helplessly find yourself powerless, the current knights are different!

It is only at this moment that you can shoulder the expectations of the people behind you and respond to their expectations, exchange your blood and soul for the glory of victory, and protect your people on your own shoulders. Bridget and the paladins behind her dared to call themselves the Silver Hand.

"Glory is my life!"

"The Holy Light bless us!"

"Piety, justice, mercy, valor, sacrifice, glory!"

Roaring loudly, as if to regain what had been lost, the knights of the Silver Hand plunged into the necromantic knight's army with tears in their eyes, crushing the darkness like sharp blades.

"-Kill!"

At this moment, Bridget forgot her identity as a heroic spirit under Mo Wen's command. The holy light on his body was unprecedentedly pure, like a round of the sun emitting a dazzling light, vaguely like the messenger of light back then.

"-Kill!"

The paladins' blades mixed with holy light shattered the armor infused with the magic of death. Use your own strength to send your former relatives, friends, and comrades-in-arms back to peace.

"-Kill!"

Every moment a paladin falls off his horse, and every second a paladin lights himself up and delivers a deadly blow. But the paladins who were inferior in numbers burst out with even more powerful power at this time, which was the brilliance of faith.

The terrible Death Knight was suppressed. The terrifying black torrent was cut off by force, and countless shining points of light continued to bloom in the dark fog of death, like rays of sunlight at dawn, dazzling and pregnant with hope.

"Well done!"

In the rear army, the commander of the alliance, Berval, saw that the Death Knight was intercepted, and the battlefield with the natural disaster returned to its previous appearance, he breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and then exclaimed silently: "It is worthy of being the most powerful knight order in the past, and it is not in vain that we have spent all our efforts!" ”

And Mo Wenyan, who was standing beside him and returned from killing Illidan, shrugged his shoulders and said: "This is a natural thing, the strength of the paladin and the death knight are already countering each other, even if Bridget and they can't win, they can still do it if they drag each other." Saying this, he glanced at Bridget, who had fought selflessly in the group of death knights and had already suffered several sword wounds, and rubbed his brows with some headaches, "But is Bridget trying too hard?" If this continues, even if they win, they can only win! ”

Boval didn't answer, and it didn't matter to him that as long as he could win the war, all the knights of the Silver Hand would be dead. It's just that this kind of thing naturally can't be said blatantly, but the regent whispered: "Now that the undead have opened their hole cards first, it should be the Night Elves next?" ”

On the mountainside of the Holy Mountain of Hyjal, the deer helmet looked gloomily as the Death Knights were in trouble, but a hint of gloom flashed in his eyes, but Salorian beside him was spread. Innocently said: "Your Excellency Commander, we have done our best, and you should have seen it too. We are not to blame! ”

The deer helmet's brows furrowed slightly, but he waved his hand. "I know, I'm not blind!"

With some hesitation on his face, Vandal finally took off the horn hanging from his waist and put it to his mouth with a painful face.

"Deer Helm, are you sure you want to do this?"

Tyrande seemed to know something, looked at the horn, his eyes were a little dark, and said, "Those damn centaurs are not kind beings, and the Alliance's griffin forces haven't been mobilized much. I'm afraid they won't do much when they come, and it's not worth it to take the horn of Cenarius for this! ”

But the deer helmet glanced at her with slanted eyes, and asked calmly, "Your Excellency the High Priest, is there any other way you can do to reverse the current situation?" ”

Tyrande was speechless, even if she didn't have the top-level strategic vision of the deer helmet, she could see that the current situation was not in favor of their gang.

Ignoring her, the deerhelm put the horn to his mouth and blew it hard.

"-Hum! - Buzz! ”

The long, silent sound of the horn sounded on the mountainside, and even the chaotic battlefield did not obscure the sound.

A forest a few miles beyond Mount Hyjal. A huge monster with a human upper body and a horse on the lower half was resting in the shade of a tree, its ears moving slightly, and then the whole body stood up, and a hideous smile suddenly appeared on its long broad face. Shout loudly.

"It's the trumpet of the ancestors! Those Night Elves couldn't stand it anymore and finally gave in to us! ”

"The power of the ancestors belongs to me, and with it, I will definitely become stronger!"

"The little ones. Come out! ”

With a cry from the monster, from behind the trees, from the back of the rocks. One after another centaurs jumped out, spears and tomahawks in their hands. The fur on his body was shiny and shiny, but his eyes were full of tyranny.

Centaurs, descendants of Zalta, son of the Night Elf demigod Cenarius, and Princess Thrydes, an evil and chaotic elemental creature, these brutal creatures did not inherit the mercy of the ancestral demigods, but instead followed their mother to chaos, robbing, killing, and doing almost all kinds of evil, even the Night Elves with whom they had a close relationship did not want to see them. It's just that after all, they have inherited the blood of demigods, but the horn of Cenarius still has a lot of effect on them, which can greatly strengthen their strength, so this time the deer helmet used this horn to make a deal with their leader in exchange for the help of the centaur.

Looking at the thousands of sturdy warriors in front of him with satisfaction, the corner of the centaur leader's mouth cracked, and his big hand was raised.

"Let's go!"

Mighty, thousands of centaurs slaughtered directly in the direction of Mount Hyjal.

A quarter of an hour later, in the rear of the Alliance, Bolval listened to the report of his scouts, and his brow furrowed slightly, "Centaurs? They're even here to join in the fun? His gaze looked at the smoke and dust rising from the horizon in the distance, and sneered disdainfully, "These Night Elves really have enough to do, what kind of allies do they!" ”

Because of the chaotic nature of centaurs, they have always been unpopular with all races, and in the eyes of humans, they are almost equal to robbers and bandits, and they are all despised.

Bolval looked at the dwarf beside him and smiled slightly, "Lord Magni, it's your turn!" ”

Hearing this, the copperbeard dwarf jumped, grabbed his sledgehammer with one hand, and pulled up the Hammer Dwarven leader Vorstad next to him with the other? The hammer ran towards his griffin, as if he feared that Berval would repent! As he ran, he shouted, "It's long overdue for us to play, grandma, we dwarves aren't here to see the show!" ”

Boval and Mo Wen glanced at each other, and both smiled slightly bitterly.

Because the Night Elves have many archers, and the hunters and druids also have many secret methods to drive away wild beasts, the alliance did not directly send the dwarven griffin knights to attack, but kept them as a killer move. But for the enthusiastic and generous dwarves, it is obviously very uncomfortable to watch their allies fight bloodily on the front line, while they stay in the rear.

Only see Magni? Copperbeard mounted his griffon, raised the sledgehammer in his hand and shouted at the dwarves behind him, "Fellow dwarves, it's time for us to play, let's teach those damned centaurs a lesson!" ”

At Magni's command, two thousand griffons flew into the sky. Lunge towards the centaurs galloping in the distance, while another group of thousands of dwarven warriors with warhammers moved out of the back of the formation. Lined up, firmly in the middle of the Centaur and the Alliance's military formation.

A moment later. The fierce battle unfolded just outside the Alliance battlefield on the Night Elves' side.

Above, the griffin swooped down with the dwarven knight, the griffin tore and pecked in the centaur battle formation with its sharp claws, beating the centaurs scarred, and the dwarves on their backs took the opportunity to pick up the sledgehammer and open the scoop of the centaurs around them one after another, and the centaurs were not to be outdone, and many people did not slow down, and directly put away the long weapons in their hands. Then he took out his bow and arrows from his back, and fired them into the air, and many griffons fell in response, and were cut to nothing by the attacking centaurs, along with the knights on them.

On the ground, as soon as the military formations of the two sides came into contact, there was a great chaos, and many dwarves died directly under the trampling of the centaurs, and hundreds of dwarves died just by taking a look.

But many more centaurs were crushed by the dwarves who were not afraid of death, and fell to the ground wailing. Immediately made up for it in the head, and with their great strength and senseless courage, the dwarves stubbornly stopped the centaurs' charge, and stopped them outside the alliance's battle lines.

Mount Hyjal. Seeing that the much-anticipated reinforcements were still unsuccessful, the deer helmet didn't say anything strangely at this moment, and his expression was calm and terrifying.

"That's what you want?" Instead, Tyrande let out a sneer. Because the horn of Cenarius originally belonged to her lover Malfurion, she saw things and thought about people. The high priest was naturally dissatisfied with the deer helmet who traded his lover's relics, "Call a group of robbers to attack our momentum? ”

Because the successive backhands did not achieve the corresponding effect. The Night Elves are almost at their limit, the hunter pets on the front line are almost dead, and the entire line is crumbling under the fierce attacks of the Alliance, and it may collapse at any time.

In the face of Tyrande's questioning, the deer helmet was unmoved, but asked rhetorically: "Your Excellency, the noble high priest, may I ask what you have done at such a time?" At least I've done a lot to keep the Night Elves alive, and you're just watching? ”

At this time, the deer helmet's hand tightened slightly, as if he was pinching something, and from between his fingers, it was a black object.

Tyrande's eyes flickered slightly, and he glanced at the palm of the deerhelm meaningfully, and then fell silent.

Half an hour later, she pulled back her long hair and walked towards several priests not far away.

"Vandall, I hope you know what you're doing, and don't cause trouble for the Night Elves! Otherwise, even if you are the leader of the druids, I will not let you go! ”

"Now I'm going to preside over the ceremony and seek refuge from the goddess, and I hope that when the ceremony is over, you can bring me news of victory!"

"What a scheming woman!" Looking at Tyrande who was gradually walking away, Deer Helmet cursed softly, he naturally understood what Tyrande meant, he was mostly clear about his collusion with Deathwing, and leaving at this time was naturally to dissociate himself. If the deer helmet wins, everything is naturally easy to say, if she doesn't win, she will definitely use this matter to settle the matter afterwards, even if the deer helmet is not dead, it will definitely be plucked out of a layer of skin, and maybe it will be given to the alliance as a gift.

But now, the deer helmet has no way to retreat, so he can only go one way to the black, and directly crush the token given to him by Deathwing before the war.

And with the shattering of that scale, nothing changed on the battlefield at first.

But then a rumbling sound continued to sound from far and near, small at first, and finally exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.

A pitch-black figure roared along with the monstrous flames, and the huge figure almost obscured the entire sun, casting a long black shadow on the battlefield, enveloping half of the battlefield.

Both the soldiers of the Alliance and the warriors of the night looked in horror at the hill-like monster in the sky, trembling in the power of the substance.

With a loud bang, the black dragon wearing a hideous battle armor suddenly landed on the top of Mount Hygar, causing the entire holy mountain to tremble. Its size is so huge that the World Tree, which seems huge to others, is like an ordinary tree around it.

Raising his head and spewing out a flame dozens of meters long, Deathwing poked its head out from behind the World Tree and roared at the Alliance's military formation.

"Kael'thas ? Sunstrider, the great Deathwing has come to you for revenge, are you ready to die?! ”

The huge sound blew the hair of countless warriors with a strong wind, and the shocking appearance of Deathwing directly made most of the Alliance soldiers begin to stiffen, that huge size and that strong power, no matter how you look at it, it is not an existence that they can fight.

But in the alliance formation, Mo Wen looked at the hideous and sturdy black armor on Deathwing's body, but he pouted, and the next moment his loud voice also sounded in the two army formations.

"Get revenge on me, Deathwing, you shouldn't have been broken by me last time! Or did changing a vest give you the courage to appear in front of me? ”

At this moment, countless soldiers of the alliance admired Mo Wen so much, they really couldn't imagine that someone was not afraid of that kind of monster, and more importantly, listening to Mo Wen's tone, he had also won the battle.

Listening to Mo Wen's sarcasm, Deathwing was not angry, and spat out a string of yin chuckles from his mouth.

"Really? Then I hope that after seeing the little gift I have prepared for you, you will think the same way! ”

With the laughter of the Black Dragon King, the battlefield between the alliance and the dark night changed again, and I saw that on the front where the two armies met, the ground suddenly collapsed, revealing a huge deep pit, and thousands of monsters with horns on their heads and scaly armor on their bodies rushed out of the ground, dancing their claws, and frantically killing the soldiers of the alliance.

These monsters are infinitely powerful, and the scale armor of their bodies is even stronger, ordinary soldiers are no match for them at all, and they are torn to shreds in the blink of an eye, and for a time the alliance's defense line is already in danger. (To be continued......)

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