Infinite Heroes Seat

readx; "Don't let us down!"

Listening to Bovar's words, Bridget in a uniform slapped his breastplate abruptly, shouting loudly: "Honor is my life! Today I will never retreat until those damned souls are destroyed!"

Having said that, the former Scarlet Crusade general raised the warhammer in his hand high, with dazzling light bursting all over his body, and then shouted at the knights behind him: "The hand of silver, Charge with me!"

Nearly half of the guards of the rear army who had been the commander of the alliance walked out. The white armored cavalry, with a total of nearly a thousand people, also lit up with a white holy light. The battlefield where the death knight is.

The Hand of Silver, this once the most proud troop of the human race in the Second Orc War, after uniting the Scarlet Crusade, the 7th Legion of Stormwind, and all the Paladins of Theramore, finally once again Reappear on the battlefield of human race.

The white holy lights of nearly a thousand people merged together, and from a distance it looked like a round of sun rising from the back of the alliance's army formation, shining all over the place where it passed, and the darkness receding.

As if seeing a ray of light in despair, the soldiers under the ravages of the death knight's iron cavalry felt warm in their hearts, and the fear in their hearts was inexplicably dissipated a lot, and the cold and dead air in the sky seemed to be no longer so terrible.

The horse under the crotch kept accelerating, staring at the death knight troops in front of him, Bridget felt that the blood all over his body was boiling at this moment, and tears came out of his eyes unconsciously.

How many years has it been? Ever since Uther the Lightbringer broke up with Prince Arthas of Lordaeron and the Silver Hand was forcibly disbanded, I have never seen such a spectacular sight! The homeland fell, and the isolated and helpless Silver Hand knight could only watch the undead raging, and his comrades succumbed to death one after another under the siege of the skeleton soldiers. In the end, the light holders who were extremely powerful in the past could only take it in vain. Fleeing with his own people, crossing the day in embarrassment.

Slipping from the peak to the bottom, many Silver Hand knights were crazy by their own weakness and past glory.

So the Scarlet Crusade, who was so fanatical that it was almost evil, was born. But that is not the continuation of the silver hand, but the unwillingness, struggle and escape of a group of powerless people because of their own weakness. They just fight wildly to take away the enemy and the incompetent self, and finally leave a little bit. Decent vanity.

His father, General Alfred Abidis, was like this. The Attorney General Ethan Lien, who was so obsessed that he would go to evil, was the same, even the Ash-Brother who was so severe to his son and died in the opponent's hands, so the Scarlet Crusaders were not the hands of silver, they used to be the same as Scarlet. Bridget of the Crusaders knew this very well.

But today on this battlefield, she felt for the first time that the invincible, glorious and pious knights of the past had returned.

No longer watching the tragedy happen, but I can only cry. It's no longer the drifting away looking at the hometown every day and crying sadly, and it's no longer struggling desperately, but finally finding helplessly, the knights are different now!

Shoulder the expectations of the people behind and can respond to their expectations, can exchange their blood and soul for the glory of victory, relying on their shoulders to protect their people, only at this moment, Bridget and the Paladin behind him We dare to call ourselves the Hand of Silver.

"Glory is my life!"

"Holy light bless me and wait!"

"Pious, fair, compassionate, heroic, sacrifice, glory!"

Roaring loudly, as if to regain everything they had lost, the knights of the Silver Hand plunged into the Necromancer's army with tears in their eyes, crushing the darkness like a sharp blade. .

"--kill!"

At this moment Bridget forgot his identity as a hero under Mo Wen's command. The holy light on his body was unprecedentedly pure, emitting a dazzling light like a round of sun, vaguely like the messenger of light back then.

"--kill!"

The Paladins mingled with the blades of the Holy Light smashed the armor with death magic power, and used their power to send the former relatives, friends, and comrades back to peace.

"--kill!"

Every moment a paladin falls, and every second a paladin ignites himself and sends out a desperate blow, but the paladins who are at a disadvantage in terms of numbers burst out even more powerful power at this time. That is faith. Glorious.

The terrible death knight was suppressed, the terrifying black torrent was cut off forcibly, and countless shining spots of light continued to bloom in the dark fog of death, like wisps of sunlight at dawn. It is dazzling and conceived with hope.

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"Good job!"

In the rear army, the commander of the alliance, Bovar, watched the death knight be intercepted, and the battlefield with the natural disaster returned to the previous state, and he was relieved slightly. Then he sighed silently: "It's worthy of being the most powerful knight order in the past, it's worth our effort!"

While standing beside him, Mo Wenwenyan, who had returned from killing Illidan, shrugged and said: "This is a natural thing. The power of the Paladin and the Death Knight are mutually incompatible, even if Bridgette and the others cannot win. . But it can still be done by dragging the opponent." He said here, he glanced at the death knight group of death knights fighting for selflessness, and already had several sword wounds. He rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, "but Bubu Didn't Lichte fight too hard? If this goes on, even if they win, they can only win!"

Bolvar didn't answer the question. As long as he can win the war, it doesn't matter if the knights of the Silver Hand are all dead. It's just that this kind of remark can't be said blatantly, but the regent whispered softly: "Since the undead have already opened their hole cards first, then it should be the night elves next?"

On the side of the sacred mountain of Hyjal, Deer Helmet watched the death knight troop in trouble with a gloomy expression, but a haze flashed in his eyes, but Salorian spread his hands beside him, saying innocently: "Your Excellency Commander We have tried our best, and you should have seen it too. Don't blame us!"

Lu Hai's brows wrinkled slightly, but he waved his hand, "I know, my eyes are not blind again!"

With some hesitation on his face, Fandral finally took off the horn hanging from his waist with a painful expression on his face. Put it to your lips.

"Deer Helmet, are you sure you want to do this?"

Tyrande seemed to know something, looking at the horn, his eyes a little dim. Said: "Those **** centaurs are not kind, and the Griffin troops of the Alliance haven't been dispatched much yet. They may not have much effect when they come. For this reason, it is not worth it to hit the horn of Cenarius!"

But Deer Helmet glanced at her slantingly, and asked calmly: "Your High Priest. Is there any other way you can reverse the situation now?"

Tyrande was speechless. Even if she didn't have the top strategic vision of Stag Helmet, she could still see that the current situation was unfavorable to them.

Without paying attention to her, Deer Helmet put the horn to his mouth and blew it vigorously.

"—Om!—Om!"

The long and silent horn sounded from the mountainside, even the chaotic battlefield did not cover this sound.

A few miles outside Mount Hyjal, a huge monster with a human upper body and a horse lower body was resting in the shade of a tree. With a slight movement of its ears, the whole body stood up, and its long, wide face suddenly appeared. A grinning smile. Shouted loudly.

"It's the horn of the ancestors! Those night elves can't stand it anymore, they finally compromised with us!"

"The power of the ancestors belongs to me, with it I will definitely become stronger!"

"Little ones, come out!"

Accompanied by the monster’s cry, centaur after another jumped out from behind the tree and the back of the rock. They were carrying spears and battle axes. The fur on their bodies was shiny, but their eyes were full of brutality. The color.

Centaur, the descendant of Zalta, son of the night elf demigod Cenarius, and the evil and chaotic elemental creature Princess Theradras. This group of cruel creatures did not inherit the mercy of the ancestors and demigods, but followed their mothers into chaos, looting, killing, and doing almost all kinds of evil. Even the night elves who had a close relationship with them did not wait to see them. It's just that he inherited the blood of a demigod after all. The horn of Cenarius has a significant effect on them, and can greatly strengthen their power. Therefore, this time the Stag Helmet used this horn to make a deal with their leader in exchange for the help of the Centaur.

Looking at the thousands of sturdy warriors in front of him with satisfaction, the corner of the centaur leader's mouth was cracked, and his big hand was raised.

"lets go!"

Mighty. Thousands of centaurs just slew directly towards the direction of Mount Hyjal.

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A quarter of an hour later, the rear army of the Alliance, Bervard, listening to the report of his scouts, frowned slightly, "Centaur? Did they come to join in the fun?" His eyes gradually rose above the horizon. The smoke dust raised up, sneered disdainfully: "These night elves really have enough to do, they really need all kinds of allies!"

Because of the chaotic nature of the centaur, they have always been ignored by all races. In the eyes of humans, they are almost equated with robbers and bandits, and they are all despised existences.

Bolvar looked at the dwarf next to him and smiled slightly, "Your Excellency Magni, it's your turn to appear!"

The Bronzebeard dwarf jumped when he heard it, grabbing his sledgehammer in one hand, and pulling up the Wildhammer dwarf leader Falstad Wildhammer next to him, and the wildhammer ran towards his griffon, as if afraid that Boval would regret it. Same! He yelled as he ran, "We should have been on the court long ago, grandma, we dwarves didn't come here to watch the show!"

Boval and Mo Wen glanced at each other, and both smiled bitterly.

Because the night elves have many archers, hunters and druids also have many secret methods to drive away beasts. The Alliance did not directly send the dwarf griffon riders to attack, but kept them as a killer. But for the enthusiastic and generous dwarf, it is obviously a very uncomfortable thing to watch allies fighting on the front line while staying in the back.

Seeing Magni’s Bronzebeard riding on his gryphon, Yang shouted at the dwarves behind him with the sledgehammer in his hand, “My fellow dwarves, it’s time for us to go on the court now, let’s go and teach those damned ones. Centaur!"

With an order from Magni, a full two thousand griffons flew into the sky and rushed towards the centaur galloping in the distance. At the same time, another group of thousands of dwarf warriors carried their warhammers. The back side of the formation moved out, lined up, and firmly blocked between the centaur and the alliance army formation.

After a while, the fierce fight started outside the Alliance battlefield on the side of the night elves.

Above, the griffin swooped down carrying the dwarf knight, and the griffin tore and pecks in the centaur battle formation with its sharp minions. The centaur was bruised and scarred, and the dwarves on their backs took the opportunity to pick up the sledgehammer and scoop the centaur around them one by one, and the centaur was not to be outdone. Many people didn't slow down, and directly put away the long weapons in their hands, and then took out their bows and arrows from behind, shooting randomly into the air, and many griffins fell in response. Together with the knight on his body, the centaur who attacked by the group chopped them to no bones.

On the ground, once the military formations of the two sides came into contact, there was a great chaos. Many dwarves died directly under the trampling of the centaur. In just one encounter, hundreds of dwarves were killed.

But more centaurs were crushed by the dwarves who were not afraid of death, and fell to the ground wailing. They were immediately hammered out by their foreheads, relying on their own powerful strength and senseless courage. People abruptly prevented the Centaur from charging and intercepted them outside the alliance front.

Mount Hyjal. Seeing that the much-anticipated reinforcements still had nothing to do, Deer Helmet didn't say anything strangely at this moment, and his expression was calm and terrifying.

"Is this what you want?" Tyrande sneered, because Cenarius' horn originally belonged to her lover Malfurion, so the high priest naturally took the lover's relics. The Deer Helmet who traded was dissatisfied, "Call a group of robbers to attack our aura?"

Because the successive backhands did not achieve the corresponding effect, the night elves were almost at their limit. The hunter pets on the front line were almost dead, and the entire line of troops was also tottering under the fierce attacks of the Alliance. It may crash at any time.

Facing Tyrande’s questioning, Stag Helmet was not moved, but instead asked: "Your Honorable High Priest, may I ask at this time. What have you done? At least I am still for the survival of the night elves. Do a lot of things, but are you just watching?"

At this time, Deer Helmet's hand tightened slightly, as if it was pinching something. From the gap between his fingers, it was a black object.

A gleam of light flashed in Tyrande's eyes, and if he glanced at Deer Helmet's palm intently. Then he fell silent.

After a while, she gathered her long hair and walked towards several priests not far away.

"Fandral, I hope you can know exactly what you are doing, and don't bring disaster to the night elves! Otherwise, even if you are the leader of the druid, I will not let you go!"

"Now I will preside over the ceremony to seek refuge from the goddess, and hope that when the ceremony is over, you can bring me the news of victory!"

"What a scheming woman!" Looking at Tyrande who was gradually walking away, Staghelm cursed softly. He naturally understood what Tyrande meant. He and Deathwing's collusion with her was mostly clear. Naturally, leaving at this time is to clarify the relationship. If the Deer Helmet wins, everything is easy to say. If it is not, she will definitely take it to settle the matter afterwards. Even if the Deer Helmet is immortal, she will definitely be pulled off a layer of skin, and maybe it will be given to the Alliance as a gift. .

But now, Stag Helmet has no retreat, and can only go one way to the black, and directly smashes the token that Deathwing gave him before the start of the war.

With the shattering of that scale, nothing changed on the battlefield at the beginning.

But then a burst of rumbling noise continued from far and near, initially small, but in the end it blasted in everyone's ears like a muffled thunder.

A dark figure came with the roaring flames. The huge figure almost obscured the entire sun, projecting a long black shadow on the battlefield, covering half of the battlefield.

Both the soldiers of the Alliance and the soldiers of the dark night looked at the hill-like monsters in the sky in horror, trembling tremblingly under the pressure of substance.

With a loud bang, the black dragon wearing a ferocious armor suddenly fell on the top of Mount Hyjal, causing the entire holy mountain to shake. Its size is so huge that the world tree, which is so huge to others, is just like an ordinary tree around it.

He raised his head and spewed out a flame of tens of meters long, Deathwing poked his head out from behind the World Tree, and roared at the alliance's army.

"Kael'thas Sunstrider, the great Deathwing has come to you for revenge, are you ready to die?!"

That huge voice blew the hair of countless warriors with a violent wind, and the shock of Deathwing's appearance directly caused most of the Alliance soldiers to become stiff. That kind of huge body and that strong power, no matter how you look at it. They can resist the existence.

But in the alliance army formation, Mo Wen looked at the hideous, sturdy black armor on Deathwing, but he curled his lips. The next moment his loud voice also sounded in the two army formations.

"Find me for revenge, Deathwing, wouldn't you be stunned by me last time! Or is it that changing a vest gives you the courage to appear in front of me?"

At this moment, the soldiers of countless alliances admired Mo Wen with all their hearts~www.wuxiamtl.com~ They really couldn't think of someone who would not be afraid to face that kind of monster, and more importantly, the inaudible tone, he I have won.

And listening to Mo Wen's sarcasm, Deathwing didn't get angry, and spit out a string of yin-yin low smiles from his mouth.

"Really? Then I hope that after seeing the little gift I prepared for you, you can think so too!"

Accompanied by the laughter of the Black Dragon King, the battlefield between the alliance and the dark night changed again. On the front where the two armies met, the ground suddenly collapsed, revealing a huge pit with thousands of long horns. The monster with scaly armor sprang out from the ground, dancing its claws, and madly slew the soldiers of the alliance.

These monsters are infinitely powerful, and their scales are even more sturdy. Ordinary soldiers are not their opponents at all. They are torn to pieces in the blink of an eye, and the defense of the alliance is at stake for a time. (To be continued.)

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