Chapter 561 That Answer (900 Monthly Pass)

After all, Dalaran's infantry are like stepmothers, purely cannon fodder to stand in front of the Dalaran mages. When the battle situation is normal, they can still exert their combat power above the standard. In this situation, the left wing has also begun to collapse.

This was not a situation that the thousand men of Solas' Highland Knights could save.

The middle, the worst is the middle.

Except for the Scarlet Crusade of Mograine and Abidis who are still resisting, all Lordaeron noble troops have been killed by the orcs.

Those heavily armed peasants began to throw away their helmets and armor, only hating their parents for giving birth to him with two legs, and they were running away without reason.

There is no supervisor team anymore, because even Lordaeron's supervisor team was scared away by the sudden appearance of a huge fire element. To make matters worse, even though Terenas' king flag was still there, Anduin looked around twice but couldn't find King Terenas.

You know, for the sake of the wind, he has a golden helmet and armor, and he always rides a pure-bred Lordaeron horse with a body that is pure white, without a single hair, and whose back is almost as tall as a man.

Now it's gone!

If King Terenas's rear was attacked and he died immediately, it would definitely cause a shock.

Seeing the hypocritical King of Lordaeron banner fluttering hollow in the blazing wind, Anduin felt nauseous.

Recall that an hour ago, the 250,000 human army held high bright swords and spears, almost piercing the dark clouds in the sky with the cold light of the blades. On the black earth of the canyon, human infantry in shining silver armor marched side by side. As far as the eye can see, there are countless swallowtail banners and spear banners, each of which is painted with the coat of arms of the leading knight.

How majestic is that resplendent army formation like a shining ribbon? It simply made Lothar, as a commander, feel refreshed.

But now! ?

"Damn it!"

Watching the situation deteriorate further, Anduin's face was ashen. Beside him, the Knights of the Storm King also collapsed. Not because of morale, but because the Royal Knights are heavy cavalry in the standard sense. A knight in heavy armor could not even mount a horse without the help of a servant. Now I suddenly fell down and couldn't recover within half an hour.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized in astonishment that there were only less than ten paladins in the Silver Hand that he could mobilize.

Gavin Ladd was back, at Duke's special request.

Turalyon also silently rode his horse and stood beside Uther.

Uther, Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathrohan, Turalyon, Gavinrad, the gathering of these five paladins gave Anduin a kind of replay of the first time they met. trance.

Uther rode his horse and came in front of Lothar: "All the paladins of the Silver Hand are here! Ask the alliance commander Anduin Lothar for instructions!"

instruction...?

Isn't that telling me to send you to die?

Lothar held his breath for a moment.

As a descendant of Emperor Thoradin, he still remembered the stories his father told him when he was young.

The same is the last battle.

In the barbaric era when humans still divided the boundaries by clans, many times to assemble a cavalry team, they often had to find people from seven or eight clans. As a result, in many cases, even where the sacrificed human cavalry came from and what their names were were not recorded.

However, such a group of people made the same request to Thoradin at the most critical moment of the final battle.

"Please advise!"

They knew that what they said from their leaders would be an almost mortal order.

He knew that he was probably applying for a one-way ticket to hell.

They said it anyway: "Please instruct!"

History seems to have an amazing overlap.

2,800 years ago, a row of cavalrymen with pale faces that lacked nutrients even walked towards Thoradin, holding their crude long spears high, and challenged Thoradin to fight.

2800 years later, a group of knights with the same small number said the same sentence in almost the same way, evoking the memory of Lothar that seemed to be sleeping in his blood from 2800 years ago.

Lothar, who was still young back then, once thought about what answer he would make when faced with such a choice.

But now, Lothar was surprised to find that the answer was actually the only one.

And this only answer, at this moment, lingers in his mind like a ghost, driving his facial muscles and tongue, to say that answer...

Lothar pointed at the menacing 200,000 orcs: "Let's attack! For the future of mankind!"

right! For the future of mankind!

Uther and the other nine paladins bowed slightly at the same time, and then, as Uther shouted, a group of dazzling golden light surrounded him and his weapon: "In the name of the Holy Light! We will not tolerate such barbaric existence!"

The ten paladins held their heads high and held their chests high. They didn't use long spears. For paladins, long spears were a burden. They just raised their war hammers high. The platinum-gold horse unique to the paladin began to speed up and trot across the battlefield.

It seemed that they had discovered their small team, and then two paladins who were fighting fiercely joined their team.

Lothar was a little dazed and smiled wryly.

On the battlefield, there is no longer an organized team of archers or spear throwers to cover them.

There are no ballistas, let alone mages. Almost all mages are frightened by the terrifying magic that can burn mana, and the mages in Dalaran are running away from the terrifying fire elemental monster at high speed.

Just relying on the twelve holy knights in the district, how big a storm can it cause? How could I expect them to turn the tide in this rotten battle?

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

There are human soldiers fleeing everywhere and orc warriors who are not only chasing and killing humans, but they are still galloping on their horses. Although there are only a mere twelve riders, they carry an aura no less than a thousand troops.

The bright golden holy light enveloped these knights, and when viewed from a distance, every face was so blurred.

There is a kind of illusory illusion, as if they are the messengers sent by the ancestors of mankind, inheriting the will from the past, marching towards the future, and fighting for the sacred answer.

For the future of mankind!

At this time, Duke looked far away from the right wing to the central formation, and the entire main formation seemed to have become a green ocean. Above the ocean, the rough ivory flags and bone decoration flags unique to the tribe were floating.

The reflections of human weapons flashed from time to time. Mograine's army is still struggling, but it is only a matter of time before they are all wiped out.

At this moment, Duke caught a glimpse of Uther's bright golden color.

The corners of Duke's mouth curled up.

"Yes! This is the Uther I know, and this is the heroic Azeroth I know!"