Endless years ago, on a Planet deep in the universe, the Ancestors of Nathrezim, the ancestors of Detheroc, the original Nathrezims forged two weapons, one to control death and the other to spread fear.
Arrogance The arrogant Nathrezim have the power to control the mind. They act recklessly in Void, until one day, they lure an extremely powerful creature into darkness, that is Sargeras, Bronze Titans, this Corruption's Titans destroyed Nathrezim's Homeworld as soon as they entered the darkness, and turned them into their subordinates.
Those two Runeblade also became Sargeras's collections, and finally became the carrier of Plot. Thousands of years later, a sword fell into the hands of Salvation, the tragic Prince Arthas, and became the Master The authority of Undead Scourge, that is Frostmourne.
The other sword, the unruly Runeblade and Apocalypse that would never have an owner, fell into the hands of a dying Paladin by chance. In his hand, Apocalypse wanted to devour this miserable soul just as he had done in the past tens of millions of years, but Runeblade found that he could not shake the will of this creature even a little bit.
So Apocalypse also has an owner. Although this may be just a part of the journey of this Runeblade, at this time, facing the Ancestors' Blade of Nathrezim, as well as the Death Knight and Detheroc holding the sword, this powerful Dreadlord actually felt a tremor from the soul.
He is scared!
Yes, Dreadlord is actually afraid. Demon cannot be killed outside Void. He shouldn't be afraid, but Detheroc knows that if he is really killed by this Runeblade, he may not even have a chance to be reborn.
That's Apocalypse! Runeblade never obeys. Devouring souls is just its hobby, even though it doesn't need those souls. Its existence is to spread fear to every corner of the universe.
In the dark Woodland, no one spoke, but the atmosphere was frozen to the extreme.
Detheroc stretched out his bone claws, and Talents Aura of Fear of Nathrezim was fully opened. He entered the fighting state. He looked at the Death Knight warily. He knew that if he didn't take it seriously, he would probably never have the chance to take it seriously.
The moment Detheroc was taken away by Death Grip, he closed his eyes. Gath'riss was stunned for a moment as he prepared to face death, but then he smiled indifferently.
Without the command of Detheroc, the surrounding Undead squeezed into the encirclement. The soldiers on the front yelled to rescue their marshal, but they could not stop Undead's attack at all, and the rescue became a joke.
Gath'riss was lying on the ground. Detheroc's blow almost broke his spine. He couldn't move at all. He lay humbly in the blood, like an old dog whose spine was broken. He tried desperately to struggle and fight back, but he didn't even have the strength to hold on to the weapon.
It seemed that even the sun didn't want to see this miserable scene, and didn't want to see Hero's late Sorrow. The sunlight dimmed, and the whole sky was gloomy.
Grand Marshal fantasized about many ways to die, but he really never thought that he would die in the siege of a group of Risen.
But since death is inevitable, let's make it more meaningful.
Gath'riss closed his eyes, and his heart became calm. In the flashback before death, he thought of the small town beside Blackwood Lake, Corin's Crossing, that was the place where he was born. He really wanted to... I really wanted to smell the Sweet Wormwood next to Blackwood Lake again, and I really wanted to see those childhood friends again.
"Fur..."
Gath'riss can feel it,
Risen were scratching their bodies, and he could feel the blood flowing out of their bodies, but he could no longer feel Pain. He could even see Shadow of Death appearing in front of his eyes. It was a fragment of a lifetime, dissipating quickly in front of his eyes. This was the feeling of death coming.
"Fourth Legion... Fight to the death and never retreat!"
This was Gath'riss's last order, and it was also his promise to the young man. He wanted to fulfill this promise not only to preserve his faith, but also to see if that young man would become the second protector of this land after his death.
"Stratholme Regiment! Charge! Charge!"
The vague sound of horns, vague shouts of killing, and Warhorse Stomp The shaking of the earth, so slight, but like a heavy hammer, hit his heart, making Gath'riss's gloomy mood become excited again.
Tears blurred his eyes. At this moment when his life was about to end, it was not because of Pain, not because of cowardice, but because of the complete victory. Before death came, he finally found his successor.
The fool who loves this land as much as he does.
Dick is here... he is here with his promise!
Great, I can finally... finally be able to leave with peace of mind.
Lordaeron, here I come!
"Fourth Legion...Charge!"
2 minutes ago, on the shore between the Sepulcher and Fenris Isle, fifteen huge blue Portal were lined up, like sunshine tearing through the haze, appearing in this not-so-wide area. The fully armed Paladins rode Warhorse, carrying shields and weapons, and walked out of Portal.
Herod, Darion, Redpath, Dawi and even Miss Abbendis, Korfax, this time, Stratholme Regiment is not alone Operation, there are also Light's Hope Chapel's permanent troops, and they have also been assigned to Dick's command.
Fifteen giant Portals, 15 Paladins can walk out every second. Two minutes later, 2000 Paladins as vanguards filled the river bank. They rode on Warhorses without saying a word. Everyone knew what they were about to face, and when they stepped into this battlefield, everyone was prepared.
Except for the occasional neighing of Warhorse, the entire river beach was silent.
Dick is wearing silver armor and carrying the iconic Fire of Justice on his back, but he is also holding a Crusader Warhammer in his hand, which looks a bit nondescript, but no one will object to this.
Dick kept Helm above his head, and he swept through the dense crowd. There were humans, Elf, and Dwarves, but now, they have a common name, Silver Hand. Today, they will once again show their determination.
"Brothers, knights, Warriors!"
"You already know what we're about to face!"
"Fourth Legion persisted on the front line for two full days just to wait for our support"
"Now, here we come!"
"I won't say any more useless nonsense,"
"Raise your weapons and sharpen your teeth."
"Use Operation to tell Arthas and his army of bastards,"
"Here we come!"
"Use Operation to tell our brothers who are still holding on,"
"Here we come!"
"Blow the trumpet! Attack!"
Herod excitedly grabbed the horn around his waist, summoned up all his strength, and put it to his mouth. The next moment, the horn sound representing the attack spread throughout the Sepulcher and the surrounding Woodland.
Dick urged Warhorse and began to accelerate slowly. His plan was crazy. He attacked from the sides of at least 5W Undead and separated them to cope with the Fourth Legion's counterattack.
He believed that Gath'riss had definitely made a plan to fight back, that man, that man who would not be defeated. Dick gritted his teeth, stretched his hand forward, and a bright round of Aura exploded from him, covering most of Order of Knights's range.
Retribution Aura!
But this was not the end. The next moment, another round of golden Aura exploded and enveloped it again.
Protection Aura!
This is one of the rewards for Dick who completed the Quel'Thalas strategy. The second Aura is opened. With the support of two Aura, he can ensure that the damage of Order of Knights is minimized.
"Don't die! Gath'riss!"
The knights enveloped by Aura, when a huge amount of Holy Light exploded, the dim sky was illuminated. Without the command of Watcher and Commander Detheroc, facing the knights Charge coming from the side, Undead couldn't do any effective defense at all.
Like a hot knife piercing butter, along with the rumbling vibrations and the knights' shouts of killing, a Path of Ashes fluttered behind Charge's Paladin.
Charge! Charge again!
In front of the silver Warhorse, not counting Risen, Ghoul or Abomination, nothing seems to be able to stop Dick and the Charge, Dick of the knights behind him. E didn't even need to take out his weapon. As Warhorse was running at high speed, he could clearly feel the whistling of the wind, and could see the Undead that were knocked away and turned into Ashes by the huge amount of Holy Light burn.
It suddenly became clear before his eyes, Undead's battle formation was penetrated, but this was not enough! Far from enough!
After steering Warhorse around a large circle on the ground, Dick did not wait for all the knights to return to their positions. When more than 30 knights gathered behind him, Dick started to accelerate again.
The tragic situation on the Fourth Legion front and their brave momentum made all the knights participating in the battle very high-spirited. They wanted to kill all the Undead here. The second round of attack, the third round of attack!
Under the leadership of Commander of their respective teams, Stratholme Regiment launched a unique small group attack system. Silver Hand, War Banner and Stratholme were bound to Warhorse. War Banner was flying on the battlefield. Undead, who was originally arrogant and seemingly invincible, could only become a lamb to be slaughtered after encountering their natural enemy.
The front of Skeleton Archer and Skeleton Mages was destroyed in less than 5 minutes under the impact of the knights led by Dick.
Dick was riding on Warhorse and saw the tide of Undead that was completely separated, and looked at Abbendis, Korfax and behind him Liadrin, the first two little guys who were the same age as him, participated in such a large-scale battle at the same time. Korfax was fine, but Miss Abbendis had a trace of paleness on her face.
As for Ms. Liadrin, although this "new knight" with Full-Face Helmet can't see her expression, judging from her panting performance, she still failed to quickly adapt to Paladin's fighting style.
However, this was not the time to be pity and pity. Dick shook off the blood-stained Crusader Warhammer. Using Lord's Power for the first time gave him a dreamlike feeling. When the power reached another level, all his previous opponents became insects that could be crushed at will.
Just now, he smashed the head of a Abomination with a hammer. The relaxing feeling made him feel slightly uncomfortable. Dick shook his head, threw this thought out of his mind, and issued an order to his temporary Deputy.
"Abbendis, you are responsible for leading 10 teams to support Fourth Legion's counterattack. Korfax, you lead 10 teams to continue to penetrate Undead's front. As for you, Liadrin, I will give you a special mission to search for traces of Marshal Gath'riss. If you can... save him!"
If there were any doubts about Dick before, today's big scene was enough to prove Dick's bravery. Korfax, who was still unconvinced at first, saw Dick's stern eyes lingering on him. He swallowed, reached out and knocked on his breastplate, turned his horse's head, and headed towards the melee battlefield.
Liadrin may not have recovered yet. As High Priest, she has never seen such a battle before, let alone participated in it crazily. Although her strength can crush the vast majority of people present, she does not have the mentality of a real Warrior.
So Dick could only let her do these small things. Liadrin did not express dissatisfaction with Dick's order and quickly entered the chaotic battlefield.
Abbendis had more problems. She held the horse's rein with her whitened left hand and held her own Longsword with her right hand. It could be seen that this Tyr's Hand's Recruits Commander was a little nervous. She looked at Dick.
"What about you? Where are you going? You are the top Commander here!"
Dick set his sights on Woodland at the edge of the battlefield. There were two auras fighting there. He could feel that it was a dark aura. The level was a little different, and Abbendis couldn't feel it.
Dick controlled Warhorse and walked in the direction of Woodland. He patted Abbendis on the shoulder and whispered,
"I have my own affairs, Abbendis, you have to learn to become a real battlefield Commander, I believe you have the potential!"
After flying up with a hammer and sending Ghoul blocking the road more than ten meters, Dick turned over and dismounted. He thought for a while, decisively put Crusader Warhammer in Warhorse's horse pocket, and pulled out Fire of Justice from behind with his backhand.
"Anveena, to unlock the seal, I need the power of Holy Hammer!"
"Don't... don't go there, Dick, people can feel that there is a dark force there that I... ahem, you can't resist!"
"Huh?"
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