Humans are habitual animals.

When you do something, maybe at the beginning, it is because of curiosity, because of yearning, or because you are indulging in the glory of performing a mission, and the spiritual satisfaction that comes from performing a certain duty, but any positive emotions will dissipate one day, so many times, it is impossible to go long by relying only on interests or ideals.

And the achievements in most fields do not rely on simple perseverance through gritted teeth... Make it a habit that every step you take doesn't need to be big, as long as you know that you're always on the right path.

Sedan. For the first 35 years of his life, he emerged as a loyal and courageous soldier and commander of a kingdom, and quickly became a hero, a man who believed in the teachings of the Light, regarded sacrifice as a dogma of honor, and was willing to give everything for what was right.

This devotion to duty eventually earned him unimaginable glory, and he was chosen by his faith to become one of the first paladins, and in the Knights of the Silver Hand, who emerged by the will of the Light, Da Sohan was a leader, and unlike other noble knights, Da Sohan preferred a more austere concept of faith.

For him, the Holy Light is not only a faith, but also the driving force that pushes him forward, the embodiment of the ultimate meaning of his life, and his personal character is also very noble, even after becoming a real big man, he did not put himself into the circle of the upper class, but maintained the past state of life, and did his best to spread the revelation given to him by the Holy Light to everyone around him.

It's like an old-school ascetic, like a martyr who gave his life for his faith.

Not seeking prestige, not seeking status, not seeking wealth.

At this time, on the battlefield where Kazmodan had completely collapsed, Da Sohan was half-kneeling on the blood-stained snow, and in front of him, a paladin who had been killed by the undead lay in front of him.

He had seen the dead, it was a young man from the Stratholme region, like him when he was young, brave, fanatical, pursuing personal honor, his heart was full of faith in the Light, he was very hard in training, he was still young, he should have a bigger future, and now, he was lying here, lying on the battlefield thousands of miles away from home.

"Brother, I'm sorry I'm late."

The great knight stretched out his hand and closed the angry eyes of the dead in battle, the place where the young knight fell was the front line of the human position, his side was covered with the bones and undead who had been knocked down, and his armor was also covered with the claw marks of the undead, and he died very heroically, even when he was dying, his eyes that had lost their luster did not show a trace of fear.

This is not the only corpse on the battlefield, the great knight raised his head and looked at the human position on the snow in front of him, full of undead who had been cut down, and those soldiers who died on the battlefield, when disaster came, there would always be people who would choose to turn around and flee, but at least in the current battlefield, there were still many people who chose to stay and fight, but Da Sohan was a real veteran, and he could tell the difference between a rout and a retreat.

The soldiers who died in the position in front of them, it could be seen from their dead posture that they were obviously left behind voluntarily, and the human army should have successfully evacuated, which made the great knight feel a little relieved.

"It's a disaster."

Dasuohan stood up with his warhammer, and behind him, the fortress of the undead that was almost breached still stood where it was, and in front of it, there were some lonely necromancers wandering, as if mocking the failures of humans and dwarves.

The defeat was very regrettable, but seeing the smoke rising from Ironforge and the shaking of the ground, Dassaulthan could guess the reason for the sudden retreat of the dwarves, and he couldn't blame these dwarves, after all, they themselves fought to protect their homeland, and when their homeland was under terrible threat, you can't ask the warriors to leave everything behind for the sake of immediate victory.

But this defeat brought more than just casualties, for a commander like Dasuohan who knew something about the situation in the north, he had already seen the future that the human empire would face, and when the iron hooves of the undead crossed Kazmodan, what happened today in the land of the dwarves may soon be repeated on the land of the people.

"Bang"

The sound of a heavy fall sounded behind Da Sohan, and the Great Knight didn't need to look back to feel the cold aura lingering behind him, a persevering chaser, a difficult opponent.

Under the silver full-covered helmet, a flame rekindled in Dasuohan's eyes, and the beating golden flame spread on both sides of the warhammer in his hand, lighting the heavy weapon again, and on the snow under the warhammer, the scorching heat of the hammer began to melt the snow around him.

"As a runaway, you should be smarter and run as far as possible, rather than staying here and making trouble for yourself."

Behind Dasohan, Iriel, who jumped from the Grim Reaper's raven, took a few steps forward, leaving an eerie cherry-shaped hoof print on the snow behind her, and she held the heavy, dark glowing crystal warhammer in her hand, her dark red eyes staring at the great knight in front of her with the sound of armor colliding, and the cold breath almost froze the air around her.

"I didn't run away, necromancy, and your evil alliance with you wasn't enough for me to escape."

Da Sohan turned, his hands gripping his weapon, and on the surface of the hammer, the divine incantations inscribed by the master forgers resonated with the scorching power in his body, making the dazzling light entangle around him even more violently.

He stood alone in front of the ruined position, like an impassable mountain, blocking Iriel's path.

"I know what you want to do..."

Da Sohan's body drooped slightly, allowing himself to stand more steadily, and he said in a deep voice:

"But don't think anywhere until you defeat me!"

Faced with the burning battle intent of the great knight in front of him, the death lord Irel did not choose to laugh at him, and the powerful necromancer from outside the region grabbed his war hammer, leaned forward slightly, and the death energy rolled out of her body like a tide, wrapped around her black armor, like a shaking polar storm, and where it came into view, the snow on the ground was rolled up, shrouding Irel in the offensive of falling snow and frost.

"You shouldn't say that anyone else is an evil bad person, Sedan. D'Alohan else, they're really going to be a bad guy for you... Like, like this! ”

Irel let out a battle cry, the snow and frozen ground exploded under her feet, and the powerful force propelled her towards the paladin in front of her, the crystal warhammer she held in her hands was surrounded by a dark red halo, this was a powerful annihilation attack, the most powerful single attack move that the Death Knights had mastered so far, gathering a huge amount of death energy in a single blow, with the power of the Death Lord, this terrible blow was enough to smash the warrior of the living to pieces.

Irel is not a knight who takes the agile route, she is a disciple of Glokush, and she follows the most orthodox and old-fashioned warrior path.

And in the face of the attack, at the moment when Irel rushed over, the icy and biting cold wind whistled and smashed on the body of the great knight, and even ice picks mixed in the cold wind, but in the face of the scorching light curtain outside the body of the great knight, this dark power could not erode him.

When the distance between the two people was less than 3 meters, the eyes of the great knight who met the enemy calmly flashed, he took a step forward, bent down, the war hammer in both hands was raised fiercely, almost grazing the weapon smashed by the death knight, and in an instant, he smashed his war hammer into Ariel's chest first, and the scorching holy light accompanied his attack, like a golden sword out of its sheath, and the rolling scorching light smashed on the body of the Death Lord like a heavy fist.

Ariel's war hammer grazed Dasohan's body and smashed to the ground, the ground behind the paladin shattered as if it had been hit by a cannonball, and in the flying of frozen ground and snow, the anti-magic shield on the surface of Ariel's body was activated, but in the surge of holy light, this thin shield seemed to be shattered at any moment, and Iriel, who had been interrupted from the attack, staggered back, for a veteran of battle, Dasohan would not give up this opportunity.

The heavy hammer was as easy as nothing in his hands, and between the left and right strikes, Ariel felt like a training doll, being hit mercilessly, she tried to fight back, the stubborn Death Lord gritted his teeth and stretched out his arm, like a shield in front of him, and ate a blow of divine judgment, and at the same time that her body was set on fire, she swung the war hammer with her other hand and smashed it into Da Sohan's head.

"Bang"

One gold and one black, two long-handled war hammers collided in the air, Da Sohan let out a low laugh, the Holy Pact on his chest shone as bright as a star, and between the flashes of light, the wrist of the great knight flipped over, and Iriel's war hammer was crushed to the ground, in a pure battle of power, this was the first time that Irel was completely suppressed.

"Evil! Disperse! ”

Dasohan roared angrily, his empty left hand clenched into a fist, and the unmerciful punch slammed into Iriel's jaw, the dark green anti-magic shield was shattered by the final blow, and the Death Lord's slender body was smashed into the air like a parabola, flipped in embarrassment, and finally smashed into the cold snow.

"Knort"

The black crystal war hammer was grabbed by Da Sohan and thrown into the cedar forest in the distance, he carried the war hammer, reached out and wiped the blood stains on the corner of his mouth, it was not an easy thing to forcibly suppress the death lord, the outbreak of the Holy Covenant gave him enough strength, but although his body was tough, it still had a limit, and between the shock of power, the great knight was not unharmed.

"Did your majesty tell you that you fight like a typical young man, reckless and brave, but come fast and go faster!"

The usually silent Great Knight rarely commented on Iriel's attack, and the next moment, he grabbed the war hammer and quickly rushed towards the Death Lord in front of him, whose body was ignited by the holy light, and was still trying to get up, but at the moment when he rushed to Iriel's side, a dark green figure suddenly burst out of Iriel's body, it was a Draenei banshee wearing a warlock's robe, and when she rushed out, the banshee Samarao opened her mouth as if singing.

The next moment, the piercing scream swept away in all directions with the banshee as the center, and the surrounding snow and pine forests shook wildly as if they had been hit by a storm, but this was not a sound, but a high-level use of death energy, directly acting on the soul, like a pinprick energy attack, able to ignore most physical and magical defenses.

But it's also hard for the weaker spirits to grasp, and Irel has privately given Samara's attack a very interesting name... Banshee's howl.

This is the first time that the Draenei Banshee has used this ability in battle, and the effect is simply terrifying.

At this moment, the great knight with a raging battle spirit felt that his skull was being pierced wildly by thousands of red-hot needles, even if his will was as strong as steel, even if his soul was extremely strong, all the defenses of his spirit were also broken through in this crazy banshee howl, the war hammer in his hand slipped from his palm, and he knelt on the ground with his head in his arms, and let out a roar of pain like a beast.

On the other hand, Iriel, who had just gotten up, was also uncomfortable, the banshee's howl would not only affect the opponent, her soul was also beaten frantically as if it had been thrown into the furnace, but the advantage of the necromancer was here, compared to the living, the soul of the dead was more tolerant of pain, Iriel staggered to her feet, she pulled out the rune sword at her waist, and her eyes, ears and nostrils were left with cold blood because of the pain of the soul.

"Yikes!!"

She held her breath and rushed towards the big knight in front of her, and at this most critical moment, Da Suohan also seemed to feel something, he gritted his teeth and raised his head, his facial features were similar to those of Iriel, and his eyes were also red with blood, seeing the death lord staggering over, the big knight's left hand clasped the sacred covenant on his chest, and between the surges of holy light, a scorching flame converged in the air like a war hammer, and smashed fiercely at the defenseless Iriel from behind.

"Don't want to hurt her!"

Because of the release of the most powerful banshee howl, the figure of the banshee Samaro, who had become extremely weak, appeared behind Iriel's back in a flash, and used her illusory body to block the fierce counterattack of the great knight for Iriel, and in Samaro's screams of pain, the long sword in Ariel's hand also pierced Dasohan's armor and body from top to bottom.

"Samaro, come back! Come back! ”

Iriel looked back at the banshee whose body was consumed by the light, she struggled to crawl forward on the ground, screaming and pounced on her friend, the energy of death gushed out, pulling the unconscious banshee back into her body, but the flame of light entangled in the banshee's body also ignited her torn armor, and the death lord who burned like a pillar of fire sat weakly in the snow, her body was empty, and she didn't even have the power to extinguish the flames.

Irel struggled to turn around, and saw visible blood marks on the ground.

Da Sohan, who was pierced through his body, climbed into the position with difficulty, he stretched out his hand, grabbed a silver hand battle flag that fell to the ground, and used its flagpole to hold his body, in the direction of the human empire, with his last breath, in a kneeling position, he struggled to support his dying body.

"I... Failed..."

"Holy Light... Bestow on us... eternal life..."

Blood stained the flagpole red along his hand, and a cold wind blew, and the broken battle flag, which was as bloody as Dassohan, fluttered, and the knight who held it bowed his head, blood dripped from his helmet, his body pierced by the sword, and a sincere martyr withered on the battlefield far from home.

He had a chance to survive, but he didn't choose to flee, and Irel watched as the fluttering battle flag slowly landed on the lifeless body, enveloping it, and in the moment when the pain in her soul subsided slightly, she almost immediately fell into a strong sense of déjà vu.

She remembered something that Tyrion had said inadvertently:

The only end of a martyr is to be covered in blood, in a pool of blood, alone... Die.