The Fierce Battle Outside the Chapel (7)

His heart turned to ashes, Eglier Dawnbringer ignored the Death Knights raising their blades around him. His desperate final strike had failed, and faced with such a hopeless situation, the mighty warrior's will to resist began to waver. The Scourge was so powerful that even the strongest warriors sank into despair.

Just as Eglier Dawnbringer was about to die where he stood, a human soldier of the Silver Dawn carrying a strange weapon suddenly charged into the ring of Death Knights.

The weapon in his hands seemed like a divine relic from ancient times. Any mighty Death Knight struck by it crumbled into a heap of ashes. For a moment, not a single undead soldier could get near him.

"It's the Ashbringer!"

Someone cried out in astonishment. Even the knights of the Silver Dawn had long heard of the legendary weapon wielded by Highlord Mograine. None had expected to see it here with their own eyes.

Maxwell had never imagined that Darion Mograine, the knight the Scarlet Crusade had been desperately searching for, had been hiding among his own troops.

He had used a false name and concealed that extraordinary weapon, carrying an ordinary warhammer instead. No one would have guessed that this young warrior was Mograine's son.

Darion Mograine had no time to answer his companions' cries. He swung the divine weapon with all his strength. In these circumstances, only killing more undead could calm his turmoil. The whistling Ashbringer seemed to answer its master, its power growing even greater.

"So you were the rat who sneaked into Naxxramas—Mograine's son! Ha ha! What a human tragedy."

The moment Heigan saw the distinctively shaped two-handed sword, he knew who its wielder was. Kel'Thuzad had flown into a rage over the incident, and several leaders of the Military Quarter had been