Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

This group of strange knights filled with the breath of death joined the battlefield silently, and their goal was directly at the group of human cavalry troops rushing around in the tribal army formation.

The leader of this death knight is Talon Gorefiend, who was once a warlock of the Shadow Council and one of Gul'dan's confidantes.

After the Shadow Council was slaughtered by Orgrim, Gul'dan quietly left their souls behind. After promising to show his value to Orgrim, Gul'dan thought for a long time before he thought of using psychic spells.

He injected the souls of warlocks such as Tarongore into the bodies of the fallen generals of the Stormwind Kingdom, giving these warlocks a second life, and the first generation of death knights was born.

Due to the original fighting habits of warlocks such as Terongor, the original version of the death knight produced by Gul'dan is not as good at attacking and defending as the mature version in the future, and is skilled in the application of physical and magical attacks at the same time.

The leader of the death knight, who was renamed Talon Gorefiend, still used the methods of spellcasters more, but replaced the evil energy they originally used with psychic spells.

The human soldiers who died on the battlefield stood up unsteadily under the fog of death spread by the death knights, and slashed their weapons at the unsuspecting comrades around them.

"What?!"

"The corpse, the corpse moved!"

"Holy Light bless me... ah!"

Under the cover of the Dalaran mages, the alliance originally had the upper hand to a certain extent, but the sudden corpse change caused large-scale chaos in the alliance army.

Under the effect of the death grip spell, many cavalrymen and horses were forced to be pulled in front of the death knight, and they were hacked by the death knight's rune sword with magical effects before they could figure out the situation.

Lothar, who was sitting in the alliance camp, twitched his brows. He noticed the chaotic situation on the front line. Lothar, with his sharp eyes, quickly discovered the source of the reactivation of these corpses from the perspective of a bystander.

Calling an elegant man wearing full-body battle armor not far away, Lothar said solemnly, "Turayang, have you seen the group of monsters full of death?"

The young Tulayang nodded heavily, "I see, they should be the culprit behind the control of the corpse."

Lothar patted Turayang's shoulder with relief, "Very good, it saves me a lot of explaining effort, you should know what to do, go ahead."

"yes!"

Turayang was originally one of the most famous priests in the Royal City of Lordaeron. He was one of the disciples of Alonsus, the archbishop of the Holy Light, and he received the extra favor of the Holy Light since he was a child.

Even the other disciples accepted by Alonsus in the early years were not as good as the youngest Turalyon in their understanding of the Holy Light.

Archbishop Alonsus Fao deeply felt the fragility of priests on the battlefield. After closed-door thinking and many practice attempts, Paladin, a new profession with both the physique of a warrior and the ability of the holy light of a priest, was born.

There were five paladins in the first generation, and two of them were disciples of Archbishop Alonsus, namely Uther and Turalyon.

Among the other three knights, Saidan Dathrohan is Lordaeron's warrior captain, Tirion Fordring is a pious noble lord who believes in the Holy Light, and the last one is General Gavinrad from the Kingdom of Stormwind.

After the first generation of five knights received the baptism blessing of Alonsus Faol, the profession of paladins officially spread among the countries of the alliance.

Lothar was very optimistic about these powerful knights who could use the holy light on the battlefield. He asked Archbishop Faol for Turalyon and Uther as his adjutants.

But even Lothar didn't expect that the paladin who was originally intended to be a secret weapon would be used in the first contact with the orcs.

...

"drink!"

The warhammer shining with the holy light hit a resurrected undead, and the burst of holy light rippled to a dozen nearby zombies, and these undead creatures fell down again without saying a word.

The attack of the paladin played an unexpected role on the battlefield. The zombies resurrected by the death knight did not feel pain, unless their brains were destroyed, and some injuries could not stop their progress.

But the holy light swayed by the paladins quickly changed the situation. The zombies attacked by the paladins could no longer stand up, and even the death mist emitted by the death knights was dispersed by the shining holy light.

"clang!"

The death knight's rune sword clashed with the paladin's holy light hammer. The death knight, who had previously posed a huge threat to the alliance, finally had a worthy opponent.

Talon Gorefiend looked solemnly at the middle-aged knight who was not angry and self-assured. The holy light shining on the opponent made him, who had long been unable to feel the cold and heat and the touch of any living person, feel a burning pain feel.

"Evil undead! I am Paladin Uther!"

Uther urged the horse to rush towards Tarongol, and Uther, who was full of righteousness, raised the hammer in his hand and smashed the enemy's head with amazing momentum.

"This world does not belong to you, return to the kingdom of death!"

"Hey~"

Manipulating the death steed connected to his soul to avoid it, Talon Gorefiend said with a sinister smile, "Maybe one day I will return to the kingdom of the dead as I wish, but... that is definitely not today."

The gray-white death energy gathered and flung towards Uther, the paladin frowned, and the holy deed hung on his waist glowed golden under the infusion of holy light, dispelling all the evil energy around him.

The stalemate on the front line made Orgrim very anxious.

He has already received news from Evil Tooth Village and Blackstone Harbor that a steel fleet of unknown origin has attacked their retreat.

With no ships to deliver supplies, the Horde was almost completely cut off.

Although with the help of the forest trolls in the Hinterlands, they can temporarily obtain sufficient supplies, but who knows how far these treacherous trolls will help them.

Soldiers are expensive, and the tribes lacking supplies cannot stay in Hillsbrad and fight the alliance attrition all the time. They must win Lordaeron as the leader of the alliance as soon as possible.

After hesitating for a while, and deducing the next march route in his mind, Orgrim finally made up his mind.

"Eitrigg, bring over that troll who calls himself the Amani warchief, and say I do what he wants."

"Great Chief!" Eitrigg persuaded with wide eyes, "Don't you think about it again? These trolls obviously have their own goals behind the scenes, in case they turn their backs after achieving their goals..."

Orgrim shook his head with a heavy face, "We have no choice, time is running out, hurry up, I will leave Varok to lead the army in Hillsbrad, let my direct troops prepare, we will Continue north."

Eitrigg opened his mouth, and seeing the firm expression on Orgrim's face, he finally sighed, "...your will."

A half squatting meditating forest troll suddenly opened his eyes and looked up to the outside of the tent. The sound of heavy footsteps made him subconsciously twitch the corners of his mouth.

'Finally, Amani will surely rise again in my hands! '