Stormwind God

In the final analysis, Dalaran's infantry is like a queen mother, purely cannon fodder in front of the Dalaran Mage. When the battle is normal, they can still wield a level of combat power. In this situation, the left has also begun to collapse.

This is not the situation that Thousands of Highland Knights can save.

Midway, the worst is midway.

With the exception of the Scarlet Crusades of Mograine and Abidis, all Lordaeron nobles have been killed by the orcs.

The heavily armed peasants began to lose their helmets and armor, only to hate their parents for giving birth to his two legs, and fleeing irrationally.

There is no oversight team, because even the overlord team of the Lordaerons was scared away by the sudden appearance of a huge fire element. To make matters worse, while Terenas's banner is still there, Anduin did not find King Terenas after two full laps.

You know, in order to pull the wind, he is a golden helmet and armor, and always rides a pure-blooded Lordaeron horse that is pure white, without any hair, and almost a person tall on his back.

It's gone now!

If King Terenas's post was attacked and he died immediately, it would definitely cause exclaim.

Now seeing that pseudo-Lord of Lordaeron flag fluttering hollowly in the fierce wind, Anduin had a feeling of nausea.

Think about an hour ago, the 250,000 human army held up bright swords and spears, and almost pierced the clouds on the sky with the cold light of the blade. In the black ground of the canyon, human infantry soldiers marched side by side in shiny silver armor. Looking forward, there are countless swallowtail flags and spear flags, each painted with the shield emblem of the leading knight.

How magnificent is the splendid and splendid army formation like glitter ribbon? Lothar, as a commander, was fascinated.

But now! ?

"Damn!"

Watching the situation erode further, Anduin was all over. Around, the Knights of the Storm King also collapsed. Not because of morale, but because the Knights of the Royal Family are heavy cavalry in the standard sense. A knight in heavy armor, without the help of his servants, could not even get on the horse. Now he fell suddenly and couldn't trim it in half an hour.

Until this time, he suddenly appeared, and he could move, only the silver hand had less than ten paladins.

Gavenlad came, and was specifically requested by Duke.

Turalyon also silently stood by Uther.

The gathering of the five Paladins, Uther, Tirion Fording, Saidan Dasuohan, Turalyon, and Gavenlad, gave Anduin a kind of reappearance when they first met. Sorrowful feeling.

Utherzema came to Lothar: "Here are all the paladins of the Silver Hand! Ask for instructions from the Alliance Commander His Excellency Anduin Lothar!"

Instructions?

Didn't this tell me to let you die?

Lothar held his breath for a while.

As a descendant of King Soradin, he still remembers the story that his father told when he was young.

The same is the last battle.

In the wild days when humans divided their borders by clan, many times a cavalry team often had to find people from seven or eight clans. This led to a lot of times where the name of the sacrificed human cavalry came from, and it was not recorded.

However, it was this group of people who made the same request to Thoradin at the most crucial moment in the final battle.

"Please advise!"

Knowing clearly that what they say from their leaders will be a near-death command.

I know that I'm probably applying for a one-way ticket to hell.

They still said, "Please indicate!"

History seems to have an amazing overlap.

Twenty-eight years ago, a row of cavalry with a pale face that lacked nutrition nodded, walking towards Thoradin, holding up a rough spear, and calling on Thoradin.

After 28oo years, a team of similarly scarce knights spoke the same sentence in almost the same way, evoking the part of Lothar that seemed to be sleeping in his blood, originating from the memories of 28oo years ago.

At that time, Lothar, a young boy, had thought about how he would respond when he faced such a choice.

But now, Lothar has suddenly appeared, the answer is actually the only one.

And the only answer lingered in his mind like a ghost at this moment, driving his facial muscles and tongue, saying that answer

Lothar pointed at the mighty 200,000 orcs: "Go ahead! For the future of mankind!"

Correct! For the future of mankind!

Uther and nine other Paladins bowed slightly at the same time, and then, with Uther shouting, a dazzling group of golden glow around him and his weapons: "In the name of the Holy Light! We will not tolerate this barbaric existence! "

The ten Paladins had their heads raised. They did not use spears. For the Paladins, the spears were a burden. They just held up their warhammers. Paladin's peculiar white and gold war horses began to trot and trot on the battlefield.

It seems that their squad is now visible, and then two Paladins who are fighting are also joining their team.

Lothar was a little at a loss, and a bit of a grin.

On the battlefield, no more formed archers or spearmen can cover them.

There are no crossbows, let alone a division. Almost all the mages were scared by the kind of horrible magic that could burn mana. Dalaran's mage was moving away from the terrible fire elemental monster.

Just how many storms can arouse with the twelve holy horses? How could I expect them to turn the tide in this rotten battle?

At the beginning, no one noticed that a small golden wave appeared on the battlefield.

There were fugitive human soldiers and orc warriors who were laughing and chasing more than humans. They were still taking care of their horses, apparently there were only twelve riders, but they were wrapped in the momentum of no less than thousands of horses.

The bright golden light envelops these knights, and looking far away, each face is so blurred.

There is an illusion of partiality, as if they were messengers sent by human ancestors, inheriting the will from the past, moving towards the future, and fighting for that sacred answer.

For the future of mankind!

At this time, Duke, from the right wing to the far side of the central array, the entire main array seemed to have become a green ocean. Above the ocean, the tribe-specific rough tooth flags and bone decoration flags were floating.

Reflections of human weapons flashed from time to time. Mograine's legion is still struggling, but it's only a matter of time before it dies.

Just then, Duke glanced at Uthel's bright golden color.

The corner of Duke's mouth meandered upwards.

"Yes! This is Uther I know, this is the hero Azeroth I know!" (To be continued.)

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