Chirp!

The flames quickly dissipated most of them, leaving a scorched trail and a sharp scream that pierced the sky.

Standing above the remnants of the flame was a back that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Lothar, a back that surprised him.

"It doesn't seem like I'm too late. ”

Feathers of flame fluttered in the wind, brushing the man's ankles, but they didn't ignite his garments as they normally would. As the magnetic and hearty voice appeared in the middle of the battlefield, everyone's attention converged.

The wide, black cloak swayed in the wind, revealing the figure emaciated by his tall stature and tight leather armor, as well as the distinctive and arrogant sword at his waist, and the left arm that rested lightly on the hilt and was wrapped in a dull steel glove.

The most striking thing is the pair of long pointed ears on the man's head.

High Elf ......

"Are you, Lanros?" Although he had left a deep impression, the other party's appearance really subverted Lothar's memory of a high-level spellcaster.

Turning his head slightly, Lanloth raised his right hand casually, as if he had met by chance on the street, and said, "Long time no see, Sir Lothar." ”

There was no response, Lothar just stared at the uninvited guest who had suddenly entered the battlefield.

"Looks ......" Lanlos secretly rejoiced at the legendary commander's reaction, and then quickly swept his gaze over the surrounding battlefield that had been temporarily suspended due to his appearance, "You need help." ”

This is not a polite remark, the fall of the Council of Tirisfa is a wake-up call to spellcasters across the Eastern Continent, who do not want the tragedy of the Council to befall them, so many spellcasters who serve other kingdoms and leaders choose to return to Dalaran.

After all, everyone in the Magic Capital is wary of this danger, and it is the safest shelter for spellcasters at this stage.

In addition, Kenrito surrounded and suppressed the demons who invaded the stronghold of the Secret Law Society......

All in all, under the hype of Dalaran, intentionally or unintentionally, many spellcasters scattered in other parts of the Eastern Continent rushed into their arms.

The magic power of other kingdoms has been greatly weakened, and the kingdom of Stormwind is even worse. Father Medivan and the Hagra brothers, two successive chief court mages, died unexpectedly, plus a troll invasion to breach the main city. Nowadays, there are really not many human mages willing to serve under King Lane.

Of course, Ryan wouldn't care if he thought about it, after all, in terms of magic, he had Medivan behind him......

But the problem is that Medivin alone can't take care of the overall situation, just like now.

Magic is not the most powerful factor in a war, but it is undoubtedly a decisive weight.

On the orc side, it is true that warlocks are different from mages in that the magic they use is not extracted from the net, the astral plane, or the void, but by extracting and sacrificing the life force of themselves and everything around them.

This method is shameful, but it is not inferior to the power of the arcanists who have been immersed in knowledge for many years.

With the expansion of the Shadow Council, the tribe has a large number of orc warlocks, and although the spells they can cast are not powerful, when the number reaches a certain level, they are deadly to the enemy.

Especially, for Lothar, a force that is severely short of spellcasters.

Although not as powerful as Medivan, Koran Los is no matter how high-level spellcaster, although this help can't help him win, but at least it can make a few more gaps in the list of killed that will be distributed after the war.

Putting away the initial surprise, Lothar did not hesitate, and nodded heavily: "Then please leave it to you, King Lane and I will personally thank you for your help afterwards." ”

"If we all survive. ”

"Ha, I'm relieved to have your words. Lanlos smiled triumphantly, and it seemed as if the so-called help was for Lothar's thanksgiving.

Over the past few thousand years, the relationship between the High Elves and humans has been much more estranged, and coupled with the distance between the Stormwind Kingdom and Quel'Thalas, if a High Elf mage helps him unconditionally, Lothar will feel uneasy.

But now, seeing him behave like this, the latter secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Of course, this scene was all taken into the eyes of Lanlos.

The corners of his mouth curled into a shallow arc, and Lanlos turned around and reached out to draw the long sword at his waist.

Listening to the subtle but crisp metallic chirp that was imperceptible in the chaos of the battlefield, Lothar frowned fiercely. He knew that Lanloth's force was not low, but now he and his troops needed not warriors, but mages.

Just when he was puzzled, Lanros raised the dark golden long sword above his head, the tip of the sword pointed straight at the sky, and as the distant sunset happened to sink into the horizon, the dim sky was suddenly torn in half by a dazzling golden light.

"O Holy Light, please give us the strength to protect our land and our families!"

Lanros's low, slow humble prayer accompanied by the golden light that bloomed from the blade of his sword spread across most of the battlefield, and everyone's eyes were on him.

Activating the Divine Feather Radiance, Adruyin was instantly bathed in a noble and divine light, and the hollow on the sword grid was even more dazzling because of the huge amount of holy light energy gathered. Under the rendering of this brilliance, the circle of spikes sticking out like sunlight next to it seemed to soften and lengthen, turning into golden ribbons, riding the wind and constantly fluttering.

"Justice, victory!"

Ding——

The golden light that shot straight into the sky suddenly exploded, sweeping across a large area of the battlefield at an extremely fast speed, and at the same time, the human soldiers who were panting and nervous were suddenly frozen in place.

My body suddenly became relaxed, and my strength seemed to be back?

"For the sake of the Stormwind Kingdom, take out these invaders!"

Although his heart was turbulent, Lothar's rich experience and experience helped him to make the most correct action in the first place.

His battle cry was like a shot on the button for a rocket to ignite, and the human soldiers, who were still in a daze, all threw away their doubts and roared and poured this power on the orcs. With the support of the mysterious force, the morale of the human troops was high, and most of the fear and panic were put aside, and finally the situation of being pressed and beaten just now was reversed, so that the numerical advantage gradually appeared.

The people have faith, and the country has strength.

The Light is more than just a power to humanity. The coming of the Holy Light means justice, honor, and is the light that guides the way forward for those soldiers who take up arms. Standing on the commanding heights of morality, anyone can gain a solid foundation.

Rightly or wrongly......

The roar of rage and the soft sound of the sword exchange continued to pound Lanloth's gut, and the latter burst into a happy laugh, immediately picking up Adruin and rushing forward.

His target was the Orc Overseer who had broken through the siege and charged at him.

Anger and bloodlust ate away at's sanity, but the instincts cultivated over the years of fighting led him to the man who affected the entire battle for the first time. Seeing the thin creature in light armor bully him, he suddenly erupted into a crazy and terrifying roar.

Dare to underestimate the Warsong Clan? You will pay for your conceit......

While!

A golden translucent hammer suddenly fell from the sky and smashed into's head with incredible precision, and the deafening roar came to an abrupt end, followed by a crisp sword roar.

The glittering golden light was fleeting, and as Lanloth stopped, a splash of red fell, soaking the grass around in a scarlet color.

With a swing of the blade, shaking off the viscous and hot liquid, Lan Luo said lightly without looking back: "You have too many scenes." ”

Behind, Lothar, who had just mentioned Quelzaram, was once again so surprised that her eyes almost dropped.

The first time they met many years ago, he had sensed Lanlos's prowess through the other party's demeanor, especially the latter's statements and suggestions regarding the use of the Holy Light in battle, which made a deep impression on him.

But he didn't expect that this high elf had already mastered this way of fighting, and it could even be said that he was at ease.

The Holy Light can really punish evil......