When flames rained down from the sky, the procession was in disarray.

The people in the middle wanted to dodge, but the people on both sides didn't have time to disperse immediately, and suddenly the people were crowded together. I drew my bow and arrows and searched for the orc warlocks on the hillsides on either side, but I couldn't find who was in the chaotic orc pile.

At this time, the orc suddenly swept away the decadence just now, and burst out with a strong desire to attack. We will win! At that time, this thought still echoed in my heart. There are more of us than they are, and our morale is high!

Defeat them, this should be the last battle to completely destroy the orc army! The orcs should be desperate!

I saw Lothar draw his great sword and join the fight, at this time there was no more command, and my voice would not reach more than twenty meters before it would be drowned out in the earth-shattering shouts of killing.

I hurried to find Reggie, the guy had forgotten what I told him, and I couldn't find him. I wanted to rush to Lothar's side, but the orcs kept rushing in front of me.

The Hammer of the North Wind had been lost, and I found a blade hammer in the supply warehouse to use first, and my right hand and weapon were still wrapped in bandages.

Our mage?

Ha, that's a good question. Our mage really pulled his hips in this battle, not only was there few people, but he was almost impossible to use in the crowd.

The charge of the orcs is simply suicidal. They roared and charged at us, not avoiding the arrows and slashing, the pressure of the charge that scared the soldiers a little, and even more intimidating the unprotected mages.

But the warlocks on the other side don't have this psychological barrier at all, because our defenses are stacked. Although there were no fireballs flying in the sky, flames could be seen everywhere on the ground, and it was not uncommon for people and orcs to be burned to death.

The paladins are very eye-catching, they always have been, and of course no one has shown the power of the Holy Light at this time. In previous battles, the paladin rushed to the front with a halo on his head, which was really good-looking, and it could also boost morale. But this act of exposing oneself has been subjected to more sieges and blows than anyone else.

They will be the first target of the battlefield fire, and the paladins can indeed defeat five or more for a certain period of time, but war is not decided by a few warriors.

And people's energy is limited, the paladin is a human being, not a god, can kill thirty orcs, but surround a hundred? Maybe this kind of deterrence is already terrifying in the face of some thieves, but when tens of thousands of people are mixed together, no matter how brave you are, you can't show it at all. What's more, now the orcs are fighting with you.

After finally getting rid of a few orcs, I looked up and suddenly disappeared from Lothar's figure, and quickly turned my head to look for it, but I was patronizing and fighting with the orcs just now, and before I knew it, I was no longer in the place just now.

That's when I saw a stout orc, not one, but four. And two of the guys with blackened arms made me remember who they were.

Suddenly I saw Lothar, and he got up from the ground. But the stout orc was knocked to the ground again. I saw the orc pick up his hammer and smash it at Lothar. The guy's back is quite broad, and the yellow shoulder armor is very eye-catching.

I screamed, but the orc wasn't attracted to me and kept attacking Lothar.

Lothar could only use his sword to constantly resist, but it was clear that he only had the power to parry and had no ability to fight back. Seeing that Lothar couldn't support it, I threw the axe in my hand and took out the musket with my left hand.

The shot hit the orc in the back, but the orc only shook as the high hammer fell lightly. Lothar quickly pulled back, but the orc straightened up and continued to attack.

I rushed to its back and slammed it into his back. The guy yelled, straightened up, picked up his hammer, and turned around and threw it at me.

Because it was too strong, it slammed the hammer, I twisted my body to dodge, but I couldn't dodge, the hammer smashed towards my left diagonal rib, I stretched out my hand, the hammer directly touched my arm armor, my body lost balance and fell to the ground.

Lothar had already gotten up, and he slashed his sword at the orc's head, but the orc turned its back and slashed the sword into its back, and the slippery plate armor made the greatsword slide away in an instant.

The orc gave up on hitting me and threw it at Lothar again, who was attacking from behind. The blow did hit my left arm, but my silver armour protected it from breaking.

Rising from the ground, I rushed straight to the orc's side and back, a blow to its knee. But the guy twisted his body just in a misalignment, and my hammer didn't hit, but hit the fibular head on the outside of the knee. The guy instantly fell to his knees as soon as his knees went limp.

The trick had been tried and tested, and the axe in my left hand slashed at its exposed neck. As soon as the axe slashed in, the blood spurted out instantly, and when I picked up the hammer in my right hand to finish it, I only felt a huge force piercing the back of my vest, and it felt like my entire chest was gone in an instant.

The whole person flew up, and then fell heavily to the ground. At that time, the consciousness was awake, but it felt like the heart was not beating. I don't have any strength left.

My face was arched to the ground, and it was full of blood. I tried to look up, but my whole body was already unconscious.

Suddenly, a sharp pain came from my back, like the stinging pain of a needle pricked from my back to my stomach, and I felt the discomfort in my stomach, as if something was blocking my throat.

As soon as his throat was hot, a stream of heat poured out of his stomach, instantly poured into his nasal cavity, and spurted out of his mouth and nose. This was followed by severe pain in the back. All I was thinking about was whether my spine was broken.

It hurts, but I want to get up. Even if I turned over, the pain made me feel like I was going to die, it was very painful!

Do you know what it means to be very painful? It's just that I don't dare to exert any more strength at all, and I don't dare to use any strength. My ears are also a little inaudible, just buzzing.

I was ...... I thought it was that I was put in too.

I could only arch on the ground like this, and after a while, I felt less pain, and I barely allowed myself to turn over. I was glad to see that Lothar was still alive, still wrestling with a guy with black arms. It's just that the orc has two eyes.

The axe in my hand was gone, and the hammer wrapped around my right hand felt like it was in the way, but I couldn't untie it twice. So I took out the gun in my arms, but my hands were shaking so badly at this time that I couldn't aim at the target in front of me.

I'm praying that my god will help me, even this time. I pulled out the dagger from my waist and cut the bandage on my right hand. I need strength, like in Talenmir.

But at this time, my left hand felt like I was wearing a glove, as if I had been separated by something. The sharp blade of the dagger stabbed into the bandage, and I picked it open a little with all my might, trying to cut it.

It broke, I twisted my wrist, and the bandage was loose all at once. I want to sacrifice to my god, even if this battle is over and I can't fight anymore.

My right hand was swollen and I cut the palm with the tip of the knife, but the pain was barely felt. Blood flowed out. I clenched my palms and waited for my God to answer me.

Lothar was already in the bag, and not only was he the black-armed guy beside him, but an orc wearing the same golden shoulder armor was walking towards Lothar with a warhammer.

I saw that the orc pushed the black hand away and smashed the hammer at Lothar. Lothar fell straight to the ground.

I was in a hurry, I begged someone around me to help him, suddenly there was a feeling of electricity in my left arm, and the dagger in my hand fell directly to the ground with a shudder, but with this feeling my left hand became stronger. I tried to exert myself, and the pain in my back really eased.

I grabbed the musket and hammer on the ground and got up as if rushing forward, but with a sudden exertion, there was an overelectric sensation that instantly spread from the pain in my back down my spine to my tailbone, and I fell to my knees as soon as my waist went limp.

I looked up and saw that Lothar had been forced back by the two orcs, and I turned my head to look to the side, and I saw Tulayan, and I saw Reggie. I wanted to shout but couldn't.

I raised my gun when I looked at Lothar, who was struggling to support myself in front of me, and I couldn't care so much about the two orcs overlapping each other...... No matter who you hit, it's good.

The bullet was fired, and the black hand fell to one side, and the unshot orc glanced at me. I thought the guy who had been shot wouldn't be able to stand up, but it didn't just stand up and came at me.

It came towards me with its axe clutched on its belly, my two guns had already been used, and I could only watch it slowly walk towards its teeth.

But the place where the guy was obviously hit did a lot of damage to it, otherwise it wouldn't have been like this. But even so, I was a little overwhelmed on my back when I was on my knees like this.

I struggled to stand up but the guy yelled and lunged at me, I leaned back, the guy didn't pounce on me, it grabbed its right hand holding its stomach directly at me, I picked up the hammer in my right hand and smashed it at the right hand.

The black hand slammed down and then it howled and withdrew its hand, and it looked at me angrily, the big mouth and yellow teeth that I could see very well.

It raised its left axe and slammed it at me, and I raised my right hand to resist, but a sharp pain in my back made me lose my strength.

The hammer in my hand was directly smashed and crooked, but fortunately I didn't let it go. But instead of continuing to chop down, the guy grabbed me again. It grabbed the strap of my shirt on my chest, and the axe in my left hand fell.

I can only hold it with my hands, but this parry it directly hit the door with its head in front of me.

It hit my nose directly, and I just felt like I saw the stars, and my brain was confused.

This was followed by the second stroke.

My head was completely blank at this point, but my right hand was still pressed against the axe it was pressing down. When I felt a kick in the stomach, I felt like I was going to vomit again.

Instinctively, I rolled to the side, and the pain in my back was still coming from me, but it didn't seem to be as intense as it had been. I swung the hammer forward with all my senses, and I actually blocked the axe it slashed at me.

As soon as I looked up, I saw only its vague figure, but that was enough, and I rolled out to the side again. Just then I touched a dagger on the ground, and just as the guy lunged at me again, I shook the hammer with my right hand and slammed into the guy directly. It grabbed me by the neck. My dagger stabbed at its diagonal ribs, but it slammed into its arm and my arm was shorter than it stabbed and missed.

Its axe stabbed me in the face, and I blocked it with one arm.

My hammer stabbed it in the throat and in the eye. It tilted its head sharply, and the hand that was holding my neck relaxed a little, and my neck was already straining, and as soon as I pushed forward, the dagger in my left hand was pulled into its armpit.

It roared, and the hand around my neck suddenly became weak, and it leaned back like this, and I hurriedly raised the hammer. I gritted my teeth and smashed it into its neck.

It didn't hit it accurately, but it hit the place a little lower in its throat, it made a strange sound in its throat, and it took a step back to fall, its ugly face was already deformed, and I gritted my teeth and slammed it into its face.

It tried to resist, but the first hammer knocked down its blocking axe, the second hit it in the face, and my fangs were broken by my hammer and flew out. The blades on the hammer tore its face open.

The third hammer!

Fourth Hammer!

This guy won't survive! I looked up to see Lothar, the giant orc pinning Lothar to the ground, swinging his fists.

I was screaming in my throat, and I wanted to rush forward, but I couldn't straighten my back at this time. I could only walk briskly towards it, and when I had a few steps to go, I saw that Lothar, who was crushed by it, was already covered in blood, and Lothar was struggling to support herself.

All of a sudden, my voice couldn't make a sound, and it wasn't something I wanted to see! Just a few steps away from the orc, I felt something hit me in the face.

It didn't hurt, it just felt a jolt, and then I lost consciousness instantly.

I didn't know I fainted, I didn't feel anything at the time. No lightness, no heaviness, nothing......

I don't know how long it was, but for a moment I felt as if I was alive, my fingers still felt, I seemed to touch something wet, and dirt, and I felt like the world wasn't spinning, but darkness, darkness......

Suddenly I saw a person, and I started to hear in my ears, like water in my ears, and the buzzing was not clear at all.

I knew someone was calling me, but the voice seemed far away, and I saw the man, his back to me, it was Lothar's mantle, it was him.

I tried to call him, but I couldn't make a sound. I tried to reach out to him, but he ignored me.

I was so anxious that he turned back! A faint smile appeared on his face. What's wrong with him?

When this thought came to me, I felt as if the hairs on my thighs were stimulated by something, and they stood up instantly. I opened my eyes.

My face was wet, and I reached out and touched it with blood. It smelled of blood in his mouth, and he couldn't talk about the blood in his nose at all.

I got up from the ground and saw that the surrounding area was no longer full of people, the orcs were gone, and instead some humans were looking for something among the corpses.

I knelt on the ground and looked around, and suddenly an arm hooked my arm. The force tried to lift me up, but as I was being pulled up, I suddenly saw the familiar armor.

I felt my brain buzz and my legs softened.

Falling to the ground again, I couldn't believe it was real, and I crawled towards the corpse, and next to him was the orc. The orc had a big hole in his head, and blood flowed from it.

I still couldn't believe the scene in front of me, I knelt in front of the corpse, constantly checking the clothes, the armor!

The corpse has been changed beyond recognition...... I don't recognize that face at all. I couldn't believe it was him, but the armor was all too familiar to me.

I felt like I was going to break down, but I couldn't cry.

I looked at the orc arching on the ground. Did it kill Lothar? I look at its shoulder armor, and I think it's what it looks like. I turned my head to look for the weapons on the ground. But he saw the shattered blade.

At this time, tears poured out instantly, and he died......

When I woke up again, it was in a tent. When I opened my eyes, I felt like I had a dream, and I even wondered if what was happening was real.

The pain in my nose finally came to my senses. I turned my head to look to the side, and there was no one around.

The dim and quiet environment made me nervous all of a sudden, and I rolled over and tried to sit up, but the pain in my back made me lose my strength and I fell back into bed again.

At this moment, a voice came, it was a woman.

I turned my eyes to her, and she looked at me. "Are you awake?" She asked me knowingly.

I asked her where I was.

She said in the barracks.

I asked him that the battle was over? She nodded.

I asked her if we won?

She said that she had won, and that the orcs had been annihilated.

I asked her what about Lothar?

She didn't answer me directly, just blinked her eyes and closed her mouth gently.

I was about to get up when I saw her expression, she wanted to stop me and I grabbed her arm, and she screamed in pain. I said take me to him!

Only then did she say that Lord Lothar had died.

I yelled at her to take me to him.

There was no loud noise, no laughter, not even wailing of pain in the barracks, quiet, everyone was quiet. There was a large crowd gathered in front. I know why they're there.

I stood still, tears streaming down my eyes, blood mixed with snot coming out of my nose. The smell of blood made me feel even more sad.

I stood there for a long time, until the woman was gone. But the group didn't leave. Until it was completely dark, and all the people around the tent had dispersed. The flickering light on the torches made the tent seem lonely.

I walked slowly towards it. I wish the pain in my body had been a little more intense, and it might have made my heart feel better.

In the distance I saw the man lying there quietly, his face covered with a white cloth. He was lying down, and I told myself that Lothar wasn't really that height. I remember him being much taller than that.

I thought maybe when I got closer, Lothar would come out of the tent next to me and ask me what I was going to do.

Slowly approaching, passing by the edge of the tent, I didn't want to look inside, I wondered why there was no miracle?

Walk over to the corpse, the armor, the clothes, and the hands. And also...... The broken sword that also lay quietly beside him.

I tried to reach out and lift the white cloth, but when I reached for it, I hesitated, I didn't dare to lift it, and I had in my mind the scene I had seen during the day.

I suddenly couldn't remember what he looked like...... The more I tried to think about it, the more I couldn't remember.

I sat next to him all night. I finally remembered what he was, and he looked back at me with that last smile.

The next day Lothar's funeral took place where we fought and where Lothar died in battle.

All participated.

I told Master Fao, I told Tulayan, I told Uther that I was going to bring his body back to the Stormwind Kingdom, where was his homeland, I knew where his home was, I knew where his family's graves were. He should be reunited with his family.

Tulayan said that we would continue to fight, so I really took Lothar's corpse and fought back...... He stopped. I knew what he wanted to say, and I said then take his ashes back.

Hearing this, everyone looked at me, but Master Fao said nothing, and Uther whispered to me that it was not in accordance with etiquette.

I was just about to argue that Tulayan told me why. A good person should not be burned by fire after he dies, dust returns to dust, and he comes and goes in its entirety. Only the wicked and those who must go to hell will be burned in flames and burned to ashes after being turned into corpses.

So far, there is only his mound in Green Village, and his body is buried forever in a distant scorching place.

He was buried with the broken sword.

Scold...... The real name of that sword is "Ashes"!

I never understood this, why did posterity erect a monument in that distant place instead of in Stormwind?

Tulayan, and those guys are indeed great, but the one who should really stand at the gates of Stormwind should be the one who will be remembered by all the people of Stormwind forever.

And not others.

Tulayan calls himself the "son of Lothar", so why not put Lothar directly here? Why?

Why don't you let Lothar watch the people of the Stormwind Kingdom day and night, but let those northerners stand in the Valley of Heroes of the Stormwind Kingdom, and let every Stormwind people who pass by look at them?

This is Tulayan, this is Aurelia, that's Khadgar! The people remembered those people! But what about him?

I've said so much, and although I didn't speak well, I didn't speak so eloquently, but do you know how much he has done for this kingdom?

Why not him?

Should he not be remembered? Or shouldn't it be remembered?

The one who proposed to build the Valley of Heroes and shape those statues...... Not from the Stormwind Kingdom!