Just as Uther was pondering what the exchange between the bishop and the Holy Light Cleric meant, a sudden rumbling came from the distance. The ground trembled slightly, and Uther forced his exhausted body upright, hurriedly turning to look.
He saw a large force of Holy Light Clerics riding towering white wolves, charging straight through the Undead Army. Wherever they passed, an invisible, crushing pressure pulverized the undead.
Everyone in the church stared in astonishment. The Holy Light Clerics charged with overwhelming force, their momentum holding everyone's attention captive even from so far away.
Watching the Undead Army that had destroyed his kingdom crumble before that mighty charge, Uther froze for a moment before looking toward the Royal Palace. Arthas, I wonder how you feel right now. Hahaha, not very good, I'll wager! Everything you hoped for will come to nothing before this immense power. At that thought, Uther felt not only the satisfaction of seeing his great grievance avenged.
He also felt a trace of guilt. Ultimately, he had failed to fulfill his responsibility as a teacher and had allowed Arthas to stray down the wrong path. He should never have left Arthas alone back then. Had he not taken his troops and left in a fit of anger, perhaps Arthas would never have become what he was now!
At that thought, his brief happiness instantly dissolved into an indescribable melancholy.
The Holy Light Clerics quickly cleared the undead from the church entrance. The main force formed a semicircle around the church and advanced little by little, creating an empty semicircular zone over a hundred meters across in front of the entrance while holding back the Undead Army still charging in from all sides.
"Everyone, prepare to withdraw!"
"Yes, Regiment Commander!"
Enormous golden shields formed an impassable wall, while