Chapter 229 52. Who calls Holy Light at the end of the night?
"What is that?"
Lothar raised his head and saw the shattered Nightfall sky. The space shattered by the brute force was like broken glass, outlining spiderweb-like cracks in Nightfall.
The light echoed Gleam in it, reflecting in countless broken skies, making it brighter and brighter.
The human marshal suspected that he had seen some strange vision.
He saw thousands of elves walking towards them holding the ancient Battle Standard high, just like the legendary Warriors from ancient times. But the next moment he saw a group of crows breaking through the broken ice and rushing out. They transformed into tall and slender elves one after another, looking at the place curiously on the other side.
And Naga!
The vicious soft-skinned snakes hiding deep in the water were also roaring, and the huge sea beasts roared and raised their fists, trying to smash everything around them.
He saw those hidden warriors wearing Owl War Armor, holding Thorn Chakram, constantly shuttling in the shadows.
Finally, he saw Diakum the Saint.
He was standing in the center of all this chaotic scene, holding two swords and stepping forward to step into the chaotic battlefield.
"Get out of the way! The broken city is going to fall down!"
Daenerys is a Half Elf. He has lived a long time and has a demigod Lich grandfather, so he has seen a lot.
She grabbed Major Lothar and Windsor who were stunned on the spot, and flew out of the fall point with a heroic jump. As the three people and other bloody Warrior stared blankly, the space that had been squeezed to the extreme was finally overwhelmed.
In the ear-piercing explosion, an entire temple platform and the ruins of the surrounding ancient buildings fell from the sky like "Planetary Devastation", turning the breath from ancient times into a devastating punch, and under the precise control of Aegwynn, it hit the occupied battlefield in front of the Stormwind commercial district.
Those Death Knights and their Undeads raised their heads blankly.
What greeted them was the roaring temple meteorite, and Diakum the Saint jumping down from the platform.
Holy Light exploded at this moment, illuminating the eyes of everyone who was almost exhausted, but before they could cheer, the huge ruins of the temple hit the battlefield.
"Boom"
The whole Stormwind was shaking.
Even the magic dragons flying around in the sky fell into a sluggish state. They and the Warlocks behind them could not imagine what kind of shocking Teleportation Spell would be sent here together with the ruins of such a large temple.
Are humans crazy?
After realizing that you can't win, you decide to die together?
"No! The alien Saint was smashed to death by the temple he summoned."
Daenerys covered her head. Her battle helmet had just been thrown away by flying stones, revealing an elegant face that was completely different from her arrogant strength. However, the blood on her forehead made even a beautiful lady look graceless. What's more, she was holding a Barbarian Lord giant axe, which looked nothing like elegance.
The scream woke Lothar.
The marshal took the holy sword and rushed towards the ruins of the fallen temple in front of him, trying to find Diakum.
He could not let his foreign friends who had sacrificed everything for the fate of the Human King country die in an unknown way. But when Lothar jumped onto the ruins of the temple that almost completely blocked the front of the city, he saw a huge boulder being chopped into pieces in the light of the sword, and then the disgraced Saint stood up with a "big turtle shell" of Divine Shield.
He was hit by the broken temple structure, but except for a little bit of embarrassment, he was unscathed.
Is this the power of Holy Light Walker?
Is it so outrageous to be hit by a meteorite on the face without any injuries?
"You, just be fine."
The marshal breathed a sigh of relief. He was about to ask for details, but Diakum waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to ask any more questions.
He raised his head on the dead battlefield and looked at the fallen city wall in front of him and the Green Skins Orcs, Gnoll and Undead who were rushing into the city continuously.
The pitch-black wolves are their vanguard, and the soaring dragon is their sharp blade, like a black-green turbid current rolling forward, trying to completely submerge this frightened city.
The night has come, but where is the light?
"You have persisted until this moment. The potential energy of destiny has accumulated to the edge of destruction. Just a gentle push will make the future appear before my eyes."
Under the gaze of Lothar who was fighting bloody battles, Diakum the Saint lifted Ashbringer up and said:
"Then, Destiny, here comes your challenger!"
The broken light of golden runes danced in front of his eyes, letting the familiar reminder light up at this moment:
"Stormwind Kingdom has entered the final chapter of the resistance. War Horde's vanguard is only one final blow away from capturing the city. However, the trajectory of history has already changed. Fel, death, and life have all appeared. Eastern Kingdoms's fate has come to the Crossroads, Holy Light, how can he be absent?
The moment of destiny has arrived!
Holy Light Morality: Hand of Fate Activate!
In the name of Vigilant, light up the light and declare Holy Light to join the war!"
"Buzz"
The dazzling stream of light turned into a beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth, igniting like a torch under the gloomy sky. Although it was not enough to dispel the darkness, the clusters of Holy Halo spreading outwards already symbolized the return of "Ashbringer".
The activation of morality did not end Diakum's weak state, but the expansion of Holy Power Pool to ∞ gave him enough energy to shake his destiny.
Dick did not use it to kill the enemy, but burned all his holy power in a way of strengthening it as a gift, covering the entire Stormwind with a halo spreading, and blessing every Warrior who was still fighting with the great power given by Holy Light.
This is their war, this is their protection, this is their glory!
I am just a Warrior of Light passing by here. I have no reason and no right to take away the glorious moments of Warriors. Let those who have been washed away by fate bravely face the storm, and I will become their most solid backing.
"Where is Anti-Demon Crusade?"
Vigilant's roar echoed across the battlefield.
"Elune's guards! Follow me to face the enemy!"
The ancient Thalassian sounded amidst the sonorous horn sound. In the dull gaze of Daenerys, this Half Elf, she saw that the ancient Battle Standard that her ancestors had followed was once again flying under the Azeroth night.
When the Dejana high priest rode Ghost Saber into the battlefield, those Demon Slaughtering Warriorss from ancient times stepped onto the battlefield with Holy Song singing loudly.
Those proud spirits raised their halberds and moved forward Charge. When Ms. Kasparlian led the huntress to fight out in shadow, Moonstrike Captain and her archers also rained down deadly arrows.
Moon Burial Priest and Moon God Priest raised their hands and called for the magic of Elune.
In the dark sky that was ignited by Holy Light, a cold and elegant silver moon between the changing colors of the sky and the earth also dispelled the chill. The "Lunar Orbital Cannon" falling from the sky caused a roar. Every time the magic fell, there would be a Green Skins or a dead spirit ignited by the anger of Moon Goddess.
But Dejana High Priest obviously feels that this is not enough!
She saw the rage in the eyes of these barbaric Green Skins, and she smelled the sulfur demon blood on their bodies. The alien Saint was right, the vanguard of the devil had entered Azeroth.
Unforgivable!
"Elune, send down your most blazing punishment moon phase with the indifferent starlight!"
High Priestess of the Moon held Battle Standard high, and with her long chant, Lothar, who was holding the holy sword on the battlefield of a group of spiritual beings Charge, saw the stars.
Those starlights pierced the dark clouds and were sliding towards the battlefield ahead in a jumping trajectory.
Their speed is getting faster and faster, and when they finally break through the atmosphere, they finally reveal their shuddering true appearance. Meteorites wrapped in silver flames are rapidly hitting the battlefield that is flooded by the Horde army.
"Starfall. The Elune magic that only exists in legends."
Daenerys didn't care about her bleeding forehead at this moment. She rushed forward with her tomahawk, punched Lothar on the back, and roared with excitement:
"The ancient warriors cleared the battlefield for us, the ancient Saviors walked with us, the moonlight of Elune shined on Stormwind, what an honor! What a miracle!
What are you still doing?
Charge! Don't let our ancestors underestimate the Warrior of our era!
The decisive moment has come, Stormwind will never fall!"
Lothar took a deep breath and looked back at his Warriors.
Major Windsor has stood up. Behind him, the Storm Warriors, who were overwhelmed by Green Skins and the undead, also left the corpse-strewn bunker one by one. They were just like him in a dream.
In the past, humans rarely saw elves, let alone these ancient warriors from ten thousand years ago. That was the most glorious battle in the world, and it was the moment when the power of the world was most united.
Those were golden years.
But now, history has come out of the book, and the ancient glory is presented in the most authentic manner to Warrior people ten thousand years later.
"The ancient Saviorss are with us, the Warriors of Stormwinds!"
Lothar lifted Lionheart Executioner, pointed forward, and shouted loudly:
"We walk with the heroes of the past. The ancestors are eager to see new warriors born, taking over their glorious responsibilities and continuing to fight! Can you and I let the ancient ancestors down? Will you refuse this honor?
Windsor, start our Battle Standard! Move forward with Anti-Demon Crusade!
The decisive battle has come, victory has come! Fight to the end and never retreat!
Rush!"
"Ouch!"
Blessed by the holy power, the humans Paladin and Warrior, who are constantly reducing fatigue and cultivating courage, let out heroic battle cries like the barbarians of their ancestors.
In the Charge of the ancient spirit body, a bloody storm Battle Standard was also held high. Under the leadership of Lothar, the Warrior roared past the ruins of the temple, and under the shining of the silver moonlight, they charged towards the Horde pioneer who had been retreating steadily.
Green Skins, have you ever seen this scene before?
It was enough for them to bully humans. Facing Anti-Demon Crusade who dared to confront the demon Burning Legion ten thousand years ago, their hearts, which had long lost their glory and were filled with cruelty, were trembling.
Gnoll people are even more unbearable.
When the silver moonlight shone down, their Black Wolf God all sighed helplessly.
That moonlight once belonged to it
"It's just a spirit! It's just a weak spirit!"
The human traitor Morgus, who was driving the dragon, gritted his teeth and raised his staff, and shouted loudly:
"Watch me harvest you all with the magic taught by Lord Zuluhed!"
He couldn't accept that the victory that was close at hand was cut off by a group of ancient Undead who didn't know where they came from. He couldn't bear that this city that abandoned him could still survive the catastrophe in which he participated.
His anger was burning, so he stayed where he was among the other Warlock who had turned around and ran away when they saw the situation was not going well. He wanted to use the powerful secret skills he had learned from Shadow Council's secret book and turn these ancient spirits into his precious Soul Stone.
he growled
Then, he saw a knife wheel wrapped in black moonlight flashing before his eyes. Warden Master Nasa Moonstrike rolled and landed behind the magic dragon. The eyes under the owl helmet showed no fluctuation.
She had killed so many evil forces in her ten thousand years of hunting that the swing of the knife just now did not make her feel any fluctuation except for a slight lag of flesh and blood.
Her real target has never been that ridiculous Warlock, but the dragon at her feet.
The other Watcherss jumped and flickered on the wall of Stormwind with extremely flexible postures. They each found a position and shot out Warden's Shackles. Under the power of the black moon's imprisonment, they locked the wings, four claws and neck of the dragon, and finally handed it over to the sisters to complete Execute.
As for Morgus.
Well, his body cut in half fell into the battlefield in the chaotic and hesitant night.
Maybe it fell into mud, or maybe it turned into a dead corpse awakened by Necromantic Power. Master Watchers's attack was extremely precise, cutting his body into pieces and shredding his Soul Stone at the same time. Therefore, he probably left this world he hated forever.
But no one pays attention to the lonely death of a traitor, as if this is the fate that traitors deserve.
Seeing that the anti-Charge forces of humans and ancient coalition forces have pushed the battle line unstoppably back to the city wall, the Warlock master Dia Darkwhisper who maintained the psychic ritual also knew that the matter was over.
She hurriedly arranged for a few Death Knight to continue maintaining the ritual. She turned around and jumped on her magic wolf to escape. However, as soon as she rushed into the Elwynn Forest, she ran into a group of Kurzen Brigade Warrior who had crossed the river and wanted to support Stormwind.
Leading them was a female Mag'har riding Frostwolf Clan, Orcs.
Gaiara looked at the Green Skins who was surrounded by darkness in front of her. She saw the clan emblem daubed on his robe, and she recognized it as Shadowmoon Clan's Warlock. The remaining cold power in her body meant that tonight's death frenzy was started by her alone.
"You use Shadowmoon Clan's necromancy to appease the dead souls to start a war? You really embarrass Master Ner'zhul and Shadowmoon Clan! You really shame a pure person like me! You are a shame to all Orcs!
You are a disgrace to Draenor."
In a sense, Gaiara, who was "enlightened" by Ner'zhul, pulled out his tomahawk, waved his hand and smashed Battle Standard behind him, falling to the ground.
"Come on!"
In the roar of elemental power, Gaiara said loudly:
"A Mak'gora! I will give you the last dignity and send you to hell Confession."
"Green Skins! I'm not afraid of you!"
Varian Wrynn grabbed a long sword that was taller than him and escorted a group of wounded people to evacuate to the king's fortress in the city between the business district and Stormwind Keep.
Not far away, General Tirasalan alone resisted the surging Green Skins and Gnoll. Intruders were constantly knocked down by him, but there were always lucky ones who could break through the blockade. The brutal Orcs, holding a tomahawk, roared and wanted to kill the wounded.
Priest could only wave Holy Fire to resist. Marland and Natalie Seline, two special healers, Paladin, waved their war hammers to resist, but there were too many enemies.
The little prince knew he had to fight!
Even if his father, marshal, mother, and the alien generals who protect him do not allow him to step onto the battlefield, he must fight!
He saw with his own eyes these abominable Green Skins trampling on the city where he grew up. He saw the thugs hurting his people. The anger was boiling, making Varian's eyes bloodshot.
He was not sure whether the martial arts of the Orc Blademaster masters he saw in his "dream" were useful, nor was he sure how much he had mastered.
But when he stood in front of the wounded with his sword in hand, all fear and hesitation were forgotten in a deep breath.
He asked himself to calm down, so he calmed down, as if some innate fighting instinct hidden in his blood had been activated.
"Prince, come back quickly!"
Marcus Jonathan Major's leg was broken, but when he saw the little prince picking up his sword and rushing out, the major was so frightened that his blood ran cold, and the wounded people nearby also hurriedly helped the major and stepped forward to help.
But the ferocious Orcs had already pounced on the little prince.
It's over!
Want bad things.
"Poof"
The sword light lit up, and as Warrior watched in shock, their nine-year-old little prince rolled sideways when the battle ax fell, got up and used the momentum to draw the sword.
The sharp blade tilted upward buzzed like a dragonfly touching water, grazing Orcs's neck and disappeared in a flash.
The little prince holding the sword in both hands gasped. Behind him, who had completed the battle for the first time, blood spurted out from the brutal Orcs's neck. When the tomahawk fell to the ground, the guy still had disbelief in his eyes. He covered his completely cut neck with his hands but was unable to stop the spurting of blood.
Until he fell to the ground, he couldn't believe that he had been Execute ed by such a little brat.
"It's really useful!"
Varian was also surprised when he saw the first victory in his life. He even stared at the corpse on the battlefield. It was not until this moment that the sequelae of the first massacre slowly emerged.
"Turn around! Keep swinging your sword!"
In the Holy Halo that was spreading out from the center of the city, he heard Diakum the Saint's voice, so Varian's body acted according to the instructions.
"Sword Saint is a master of skills and tactics, which means you must learn to swing the most correct sword at the most correct moment. Any mistake may cause you to be seriously injured or even die.
There are many enemies here, Varian Wrynn, Stormwind Kingdom's warrior reserves, use them as your training targets."
"The city needs help! Harbor District There are still many civilians."
The little prince called:
"Can you go help them?"
"I'm already helping."
When the words in the light fell, a golden glow flew from the center of the city to the chaotic dock.
In the light of Gleam, when Varian knocked down the third Orcs, he raised his head and saw a "golden meteor" roaring across the night sky and hitting Orcs in front of him.
"Boom"
The explosion of the fall to the ground opened up the street. In the pit among the Orcss who were killed, a hand with a silver gauntlet suddenly stretched out. Under the breathless gaze of the little prince, a handsome "big sister" with Holy Light wrapped all over her body jumped out holding a holy blade that was almost identical to Ashbringer.
"I'm really fed up with falling every time. It must be intentional by Lady Aegwynn, otherwise why would everyone else land smoothly?"
Yrel patted the dust and gravel on his body, while looking at the little prince in front of him and the sword in his hand, "Lightforged Tyrant" laughed, and gave a thumbs up to Varian in the Holy Light wings he opened, and said:
"Can a human child go into battle to kill the enemy? It's really good. He is full of martial virtues. I like it! He is a good seedling of Lightforged! But in war, it is better to let the children go away.
Go ahead.
Go find your mother, I'll take care of you here."
Then she turned around and rushed towards those ferocious Orcs with her giant blade. She shouted:
"Green Skins! Do you still remember that we Draenei said we would expel you all from Draenor? Sorry, I have changed my mind now!"