"Nonsense! You are testing my last patience! Get out of here!"
Old Mograine almost gritted his teeth and spat out this sentence, but Erigor's serious voice prepared Alexandros's roar,
"Grand Knight, it's you who should calm down! Do you really think we are crazy enough to use 300 Paladin to attack this Holy Land? We have never had such a crazy idea. If you still have a shred of sense, please stay away from Dathrohan Grand Knight Stay away! Don't you smell the Demon odor coming from him?"
"You Traitor!"
Dathrohan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stood up from his chair, his eyes shining with unconcealable anger, and he pointed at Erigor and cursed,
"You are the ones who really shame Silver Hand! Are you still trying to sow discord between us now? Alexandros, let us rush out from here! They can't stop us!"
"Hehehehe, you Paladin always think of yourself as righteous, but Holy Light gave you the power to get rid of Evil, but it didn't give you the eyes to distinguish Evil! Take a good look and see who the real Evil is!"
Gnomes Half-Hero Warlock Wilfred smiled evilly and took out a white skull from his hand. The eye sockets were shining with green Fel. This was obviously the head of the unlucky Lich, Lethas Frostwhisper. Wilfred had already made it into a magic weapon. With a wave of his little hand with only four fingers, a green light appeared from the skull.
But at this moment, Longsword behind Alexandros took out his sheath, and with a touch of extremely domineering Holy Light, he instantly killed the one in front of Gnomes On the ground, Wilfred was caught off guard and let out a howl. He crawled down to Erigor's feet in embarrassment, only to escape Ashbringer's violent blow that turned everything to dust!
"Mr. Mograine, you are playing with fire!"
The 300 knights all drew their weapons, and Green Dragon in the sky also roared and swung its tail. Liadrin mixed with Anger's voice sounded in the hall. The blow just now almost killed the unsuspecting Wilfred. This Gnomes Warlock is an official member of Theramore. If he dies, it will have a serious impact.
This time, even Paladin Erigor, who had always had a good impression of Silver Hand, turned gloomy.
"Grand Knight, I need a reason! Why did you attack the official members of Theramore! Do you know what terrible consequences this will cause?"
The old knight Mograine shook his head in a daze. He lowered his head and glanced at the burning golden Holy Blade held in his left hand. A weak voice told him in his heart that what he did was right and that he was maintaining the authority of Silver Hand!
Yes, these Traitor dared to walk into this Holy Land in a big way!
They even found the dirty and despicable Warlock to play their Evil tricks in this sacred place!
This behavior is provocative!
It is a provocation to Silver Hand!
Fight back!
Fight back!
"I... get out! Get out with your Warlock!"
Old Mograine clenched his right hand, and his mind seemed to become more determined. The voice said it right, yes, we must drive them away! We must maintain the authority of Silver Hand!
"Well done! Alexandros, that's it! They can't defeat us! Silver Hand has never surrendered to others. If you want Stomp our glory, you must first walk over our corpses!"
Dathrohan seemed to be inspired by Mograine's actions. He pulled out Crusader's Longsword from his back. This action seemed to ignite the fighting spirit of Silver Hand Paladin present.
"No! No! No! No!"
The weapon was unsheathed, Holy Light was shining brightly, and the momentum in the small hall was tense to the extreme!
The most terrible thing is that Dathrohan took out a firework for help from behind,
The roof of the hall was lifted by the Dragons, just in time for the fiery red fireworks to take off. When a red Fist logo exploded in the air, the Warriors of Argent Dawn all took a step forward. Many of them were from Silver Hand, so they naturally understood what the fiery red fireworks represented!
That's the signal of an attack! Seeing this signal, the Master's soldiers from several nearby sentry towers will rush over as quickly as possible! By then, Argent Dawn, who is smaller in number, will inevitably fall into a hard fight.
Damn it! They are really going to fight to the death!
The launch of this firework truly represents the breakdown of the negotiations between the two parties, but to be honest, Dathrohan's move not only changed the expressions of Liadrin and Argent Dawn, but even here at Silver Hand's headquarters, there were many Commanders who were still clear-headed and were stunned to see the explosion of the red fireworks!
But not everyone is sober. After all, most of those who can become Paladin are not fearful. Seeing that Conflict is about to break out, these rough guys stand at the front with weapons in hand, their eyes red, planning to have a hearty battle!
The Argent Dawn here came with the intention of clearing the corrosion. Coupled with the victory of Battle of Mount Hyjal, these boys were full of Courage and confidence. Seeing the provocation from the opposite side, the Paladin headed by Herod here drew their weapons and pressed them forward not to be outdone!
Conflict, on the verge of breaking out!
But just when Ashbringer, whose face became more and more ferocious, raised Holy Sword, intending to strike again like Ashes Storm, Whitemane, whose arm was held by Darion, suddenly broke free from his brother's arm, rushed into the hall, and opened his hands to block Paladins from Argent Dawn who was eager to make a move.
"Father! No! Wake up!"
"Mograine, what are you hesitating about? Those on the opposite side are all Traitor! They all should be executed! If you kill them, you will become Silver Hand and the real Hero!"
Tears were streaming down his face and his body was trembling, but Whitemane was still standing in the middle of the two sides, and the sound of Dathrohan gnashing teeth made both sides whose weapons had been clashing quiet for a moment. Holy Blade Old Mograine's arms, which had been raised in the air, started to tremble, Archmage Duane and General Abbendis glanced at each other, and immediately rushed forward, restraining the old knight's arms on the left and right, and dragged him away from Dathrohan, who was obviously wrong.
"Mograine, old brother, look around you, they are all Betrayal! Betrayal have killed this just cause! Look, they are planning to slander the friendship between you and me! Alexandros, raise your sword!"
Dathrohan was waving his weapon and was still encouraging the trembling old knight with an extremely inciting voice. Duane and Abbendis, plus the young and strong Taelan Tirion Fordring couldn't suppress the stiff body of the old knight, and his eyes had become confused, but it was obvious that Alexandros was fighting some kind of Evil in his heart!
Those impulsive Paladins were temporarily persuaded by the calm brothers on both sides!
The situation is now obvious. Although Paladin of Silver Hand is very reluctant to admit it, there is indeed something wrong with the few words Dathrohan Grand Knight just said! These are not words that a highly respected Paladin should say at all!
"Wilfred! Do it!"
With a shout from Liadrin, a green light, mixed with the frightening Skeleton Illusion, caught everyone off guard and hit the body of Dathrohan Grand Knight, who was waving weapons and extremely excited, and knocked him away!
This obviously aggressive move made Silver Hand Paladin, who had just been quiet, start to make noise again. The impatient knights broke free from the restraints of their companions and were about to rush forward to fight Argent Dawn. But at this moment, Erigor's roar made everyone stop in place.
"That's enough! Look back and see what kind of thing is commanding you again!"
Paladins turned around subconsciously, and then...
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The sound of weapons falling to the ground caused everyone present to turn their attention behind them. Saidan Dathrohan, one of the first generation Grand Knight of Silver Hand, was knocked away. His body fell in the ruins, and a black and purple light was emerging. It was obviously a power that did not belong to Paladin.
"Quack, quack, look at the good thing you did! I was just a little bit close to succeeding, tsk! Bugs are bugs!"
The humanoid disguise was removed, and a tall, purple-black twisted figure stood up from the ruins. It had a pale head, ferocious long horns, sharp claws, Bat Wings behind it, and that gorgeous and excessive armor.
All this proves this guy's identity - Nathrezim! Dreadlord!
Balnazzar, who originally attacked Dathrohan in history and disguised himself as Grand Knight, eventually commanded Stratholme Plot's home in Scarlet Crusade, actually, in Battle of Mount Hyjal, when Dick heard about Silver Hand 0 from Kanrethad After was targeted by Demon, he immediately thought of the side effects of Fate's reversal. Obviously, the direction of historical events has become Chaos.
Balnazzar's trick is ahead of schedule!
Later, after the war, through the gossip of some intelligence organizations that Dalaran retained in Northern Frontier, Dick initially proved his idea. Dathrohan Grand Knight still seemed to be unable to escape the disaster, so Liadrin and his party headed north.
In full view of the public, the Dreadlord, whose disguise was revealed, faced the attack of four Dragons. It chuckled and turned around, and its entire body turned into a large group of Vampire Batss and disappeared into the air. Of course, there were still vicious voices that lingered in the earth-shaking hall.
"Don't be too complacent, insect! The war you want has just begun!"
Everyone, including Green Dragons who lost his target and transformed into Elf in green, couldn't help but feel a headache when looking at the situation in front of him! Silver Hand really lost his face and dignity this time. Of course, worse things are yet to come.
Abbendis is worthy of being a long-standing veteran. The moment Balnazzar disappeared, he shouted to the numb-clawed Paladin Commander around him,
"Why are you still standing here? Go to Crusader's Hold! That's where Dathrohan is stationed. We want to ensure the stability of the battle, so go!"
Although Paladins's Operation was already very fast, this series of Plot was definitely not temporary, so less than half an hour later, a series of bad news came to Light's Hope Chapel. Everyone, including Liadrin and Darion, looked extremely solemn.
"Report! Crusader's Hold is under attack! Lich Lethas Frostwhisper commanded Frost Wyrm to rush past Crusader's Hold Defensive Line and is rapidly attacking Eastweald! Commander Korth'azz Lord is still holding on! Master Tirion Fordring, who was leading the patrol, was seriously injured in a sneak attack and is retreating to Hearthglen with the remaining troops!"
"Report! Chillwind Camp was attacked! All Andorhal's Undead came out in full force, led by Lich Araj!"
"Report! A large number of Elite Undead appeared in Silverpine Forest! Hillsbrad Foothills Defensive Line is urgent!"
The pale-faced Old Mograine curled up in the chair. The old knight relied on his own will to defeat the temptation of Demon. After waking up, he felt as if he had aged ten years in an instant. His hand holding the battle report was shaking.
This shocking situation turned into a worse situation in almost an hour than before. In the past half year, all his efforts to recover Lordaeron were almost in vain. He even hooked up with Crusader's Hold, and even Tirion almost died!
In fact, if Argent Dawn hadn't intervened, Old Mograine would be scared even thinking about it. If Scarlet Crusade was really handed over to Dathrohan, then... then everything would be over!
"I admit that there is corrosion in Silver Hand, shocking corrosion. I also thank you for your help."
The dizzy old knight stood up with difficulty, and bent down to Liadrin and a group of Argent Dawn, Commander, this time he could make Erigor and others People were shocked, who didn't know that Old Mograine had been stubborn all his life and had never bowed to anyone, but now, he sincerely apologized. This scene was enough to erase everyone's previous feelings about Anger.
But an old knight is an old knight, and what he said next made Argent Dawn look bad again.
"Due to the current situation, I decided to divide Eastweald into Stratholme and Ghostlands. I leave it to you!"
Well, after going full circle, Argent Dawn still has to be excluded from Silver Hand's circle of influence. This stubborn old man left Liadrin and Erigor unable to persuade him, so they finally had to accept this proposal.
After they left, Mograine seemed to have lost all strength and fell into the chair. His loyal deputy Fairbanks brought him a cup of hot coffee. Fairbanks, who was also a fierce general, asked carefully while placing the coffee on the table,
"Sir, is it a bit too much to refuse Argent Dawn like this..."
"No, Fairbanks, you don't understand! The problems inside Silver Hand are more serious than you think, Dathrohan... over there Demon left a mess. Let me ask, after everything today, who will dare to unconditionally trust the comrades around him in the future? That Demon has corroded the roots of Order of Knights, do you understand?"
The old knight picked up the coffee and sipped it gently. His voice was so low that only he could hear it.
"So...Scarlet Crusade, it must be established! This time, I will do it myself!"