In the middle of the night, he had just finished praying and returned to his room. Mograini lit the chandelier in his room, which was also lit by gas gas and was much more convenient than a traditional candle, and one of the few commodities that the Federation had imported into the Order's State that would not be criticized by the old-fashioned clergy.

And just as Dalyan had washed away his exhaustion with hot water, and was about to read and sleep, there was a knock on his door, and the young paladin stepped forward to open it, and saw his gloomy old father standing outside his door.

The father and son, who hadn't seen each other for more than half a month, should have been a scene full of family affection, but now, looking at the eyes of old Mograini, the young man Dalyan couldn't help but feel a little weak.

What's worse is that on his body, which is only wearing underwear, the holy light lines left by those light-casting rituals can't hide from his father for a moment.

"What is this? Dalyan? ”

The Grand Knight of Alessandro did not reprimand his son as soon as he opened his mouth, but instead walked into his son's room with two bottles of ale, and he sat on the chair by the fireplace, looking at the holy light tattoos on Dalyan's body, and with a hint of scrutiny, he looked at the mysterious geometric patterns that were filled with the power of the holy light, and after a moment he asked:

"What kind of light-casting ritual is this? How do you feel? ”

Seeing that although his father was angry, he did not scold, Dalyan calmed down a little, and explained to his father:

"It was an accident, father, I was just trying to save Bridget, who was a little confused at the time, but the effect of the Lightcasting Ritual was real... Look, Father! ”

As he spoke, Dalyan raised his left hand, and a stagnant flame of holy light ignited in the palm of his hand, extremely meek and continued to flow upward along Dalyan's skin, and the moment the docile flame of holy light was ignited, it made the big knight squint his eyes, such a small skill he could easily do, but it was a valuable experience that he had learned in countless battles of life and death, and now, his unsuccessful little son could actually do it.

"The Lightcasting Ritual has changed my body, I can feel my connection with the Light becoming stronger, Father, I still hear the voice of the Light occasionally while I sleep..."

Dalyan honestly said to his father:

"It's the true voice of the Light, not Zela's whisper with some purpose, it doesn't lead me to anything, it just tells me to do what I can to protect the good, the hopeful... Isn't that what the Light is all about? Father? ”

In the face of his youngest son's inquiry, the Grand Knight of Mograini did not answer immediately, but opened the ale in his hand, beckoned his son to sit beside him, and the father and son drank in silence, and after ten minutes, the Grand Knight spoke:

"It's a good thing to have good intentions about a complex world, but it's a terrible flaw to believe too much in hope and beauty, my son, it's a good thing that you have your own understanding of the Light, and I'd love to see you like that, but... If that's what your Holy Army was founded for, then I'm not optimistic about this organization... Because of it, somewhat naïve. ”

When Darian heard this, he wanted to refute his father's words, but was interrupted by Mograini's outstretched hand, and the old knight drank silently and said to his son:

"You go and tell Anduin that kid that the Silver Dawn Nation will soon be reassembling a legion to go to the battlefield of Northrend, and the Holy Cult will be included in it, and I will not support or deny what you are doing until you prove your will to the entire Silver Dawn Order, and to be honest, I want the world to be a better place, but it tends to be disappointing, my son."

Saying this, the old knight smiled a little wistfully, narrowed his eyes, and said to his son:

"Maybe I'm old, and we can't keep up with the development of the world, maybe you can do this future that seems a little naïve to me, but no one can predict it, so... If you think it's right, go for it! ”

"If Anduin kid wants to change the world with you, and wants the support of us old guys..."

"Then let's see what you are capable of on the battlefield."

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The armies of the Order of the Silver Dawn have not yet set out, but in the Storm Crags of Northrend, the battle between the Battlefield Pioneers who have arrived there and the Iron Warriors of Lorcan has begun.

On the battlefield around the Snowflow Plains, the battle was extremely fierce, almost less than 3 days after the Rock Hall was occupied by the dwarves, these steel soldiers who rushed out of the Lightning Hall became the craziest villains in the ice and snow near the North Pole, and in the rest of the Storm Cliffs, the wanton activities of these Lorden's doglegs also disturbed the surrounding forces.

"Don't stop artillery support! Boom me! ”

The commander of the Copperbeard Dwarf, the Generalissimo, stood in pigtails at the point of fire in the trench, the armoured dwarf with a steel helmet on top of his head, he clutched the binoculars, and in the shaking of the earth, he looked out at the distant front lines of war, and in his twisting vision, the irascible dwarf could see the steel soldiers rushing down the hillside frantically storming the dwarven bunkers at the front of the battle line.

These goblints are made of solid steel all over their bodies, and only a madman would rush to fight them in close combat, and only roaring artillery is the most reliable weapon when facing these steel mobs, and thanks to the support of the Federation, and the ammunition sent by the isolated goblins at base K3 who have been calling for help from the dwarves recently, the dwarven artillery stationed here can squander this devastating firepower at will.

"Let the artillerymen reset the shooting Yuan, I want them to cut off the army of those Iron Soldiers!"

The pigtails shouted to the herald beside him:

"Prepare the griffin knights and airships to bomb the battlefield, and no one is allowed to rush out of that bunker to die without my orders!"

A few minutes later, another round of artillery fire covered the battlefield on the front line of the snowy plains, the high-explosive munitions that fell from the sky between the flames and impact of the explosion, the bodies of those soldiers made of steel were also somewhat irresistible, and the terrible temperature of the evil things made by the frenzied mortals in the core area of the explosion point could even melt steel, which was also fatal to the soldiers of the fearless Thunderforge Legion.

However, the war mode of the Iron Soldiers under Loken's command is still stuck in the period of the Domination War hundreds of thousands of years ago, when there was no concept of thermal weapons, except for the mechanical gnomes under the command of Mimiron who would use some simple thermal weapons, the soldiers of the other Iron Legion still trusted their long swords and their own bodies.

This caused the seemingly weak mortals to use the right tactics and minimal damage to drag most of the soldiers of the Thunderforge Legion to the front line.

"Buzz"

The muffled sound of engine vibrations resounded in the front line set up by the dwarves, and a moment later, four odd-looking airships rose from the front line, two of them bearing the horde's insignia on their large balloons, which were the weapons of war for the expeditionary force sent by the orcs, while the remaining two airships were emblazoned with the insignia of the kingdom of Stormwind, which King Varian had ordered from the goblins.

The orcs and humans in charge of driving the ship were provoking each other in the air, insulting each other, and constantly throwing the huge bombs accumulated on the airship towards the common enemy, the hatred between the two races was not so easy to eliminate, but now in the face of the common enemy, those disputes between the two sides can also be slightly conceded.

The griffin knights who guard the slow-moving airship are the elder brothers of the Copperbeard Dwarves, and the Hammer Dwarves who have migrated to Kurtiras have not appeared for a long time. Hammer himself led the fierce griffon knights from low altitude across the cold sky, and bundles of alchemy bombs were dropped on the iron soldiers amid the carnival of the Hammer maniacs.

At the moment when the formation of the steel soldiers who came to raid was chaotic, the generalissimo gave an order with double braids, and with the vibration of the mechanical gears, hundreds of steam tanks armed with new weapons rumbled out of the underground garage, and behind them, there were some siege vehicles made by goblins, these things that look like trebuchets look simple, but with special shells, they are definitely full of destruction, and very cheap things...

On top of that, these siege vehicles have a very awesome, very special feature ...

"I'm already in a state of blood! I've been ready for a long time..."

Garrosh who led the orc expedition to this place. Hell Roar holds the blood roar in his hand, he carries a strange parachute bag, he looks a little restless about to open the film, his eyes are fixed on the tallest and most ferocious Iron Viku General on the battlefield in front of him, he has already calculated that this guy is his prey this time, he is going to cut off its iron head, and then melt it away, so that the dwarves can give him the best armor!

And the Garrosh Overseers are in a weird place right now... He was standing on the siege engine, in the bomb port of the huge trebuchet, the same iron pocket used to hold the bomb, and on the other trebuchet beside him, his most trusted brother Dranoche was also crouching in another iron bag, like... Waiting for the same shells to be fired.

"Launch me!"

At the moment when the siege caravans followed the dwarven tank army into the chaotic battlefield, Garrosh shouted:

"It's now!"

The goblin driver who was manipulating the siege vehicle pressed the switch without hesitation, and the next moment, the trebuchet carried by the siege vehicle let out a huge scream, and between the tall wooden flips, the Garrosh Overseer and his brother Dranosh, sitting in the iron pocket, were like two cannonballs, and between his ghost-crying wolf howls, they were quickly shot into the battlefield.

Beside Garrosh, there were dozens of orc or minotaur warriors who were as stupid and bold as him, who were shot into the battlefield in the same way, each of them found their target, and the moment they fell into the battlefield, these high-level warriors roared and used completely unscientific charging skills, like sharp knives piercing the battlefield, wielding sharp weapons, and slashing towards their targets.

Even real steel, under the slash of the raging fire of the warriors, will be cut off, and it will be sliced open...

"Ah, look at those crazy and rude warriors... It's not elegant! ”

A High Elf mage commented disdainfully, and then waved his hand to open the portal that had been prepared long ago, behind him, the withercaller druids who were ready for the assault quickly stepped into the portal and appeared over the battlefield, these birds of prey druids who believed in Ansu transformed into the appearance of storm ravens, this huge raven can easily grab those steel dwarves who are not too heavy, and with the combined efforts of several people, they can also grab those heavy steel golems, and then flap their wings, Throw these manic steel soldiers into the cliffs beyond the snowy plains.

On the other side of the battlefield, the Cadore army, which appeared silently, escorted its birdwing ballista slowly forward, this weapon that can reflect the steel moon blade that bounces repeatedly, may not be as good as artillery in terms of destructive power, but these flying moon blades can often easily cut through steel, which is a very useful weapon in this kind of war.

Tyrande, the god of war of the Dark Moon. The Windwhisperer sat calmly behind his frostblade leopard, a series of disasters that had turned the gentle priestess into a complete human being.

She looked at the battlefield in front of her, she shook her head, then raised her left hand, and more than 20 bird-wing ballistas lined up behind her began to aim at the target.

Lorcan's Thunderforge Legion could theoretically sweep through any civilization in the living world, and these craftsmen used to fight against the Dark Empire were not something that should be put into the war of the civilization world at all, but now, in the face of a civilization that has truly united, the creations of these ancient gods do not seem to be so invincible.

But whether it is the coalition army that has the advantage now, or the iron general of the Thunder Forge Legion, they all know that the battlefield in the Snow Flow Plain seems to be lively, but it is not the decisive point, this ancient and current war, there is only one real decisive point... That's the Hall of Lightning!

If the mortals can't defeat Locan, they'll never want to set foot in Ulduar's doors...

But this does not prevent the coalition side from using this hearty victory to "put gold" on its face.

Like now, on the border of the Snowflow Plains, Brian. Copperbeard put down the telescope in his hand, and said triumphantly to an earth spirit beside him who looked like a dwarf, but whose whole body was made of rocks:

"Look, our ancient brothers... I'm not lying to you, you've seen it with your own eyes! ”

"We have the power to defeat Locan's doglegs, and we have the ability to defeat Locan, the Earth Spirits don't need to fear that god's traitor anymore, we will protect you! Of course, we also need to... You join this war. ”

"Until we join hands and liberate our common holy city... Ulduar! ”