In the final analysis, Dalaran's infantry is like a stepmother, purely cannon fodder to stand in the way of the Dalaran mage regiment. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info when the battle situation is normal, they can still exert their combat power above the level. Now in this state of affairs, the left is also beginning to collapse.

This is not a situation that the thousand men of the Highland Knights of Solas can save.

The middle lane, the worst is the middle lane.

With the exception of Mograine and Abydis's Scarlet Crusade, all of Lordaeron's noble forces have been scattered by the orcs.

The heavily armed peasants began to throw away their armor and only hate their parents for having two legs for missing him, and fled irrationally.

There was no Warlord, because even the Warlords of the Lordaeron were scared away by the sudden appearance of the huge fire elemental. To make matters worse, even though the banner of Tyrenus was still there, Anduin looked around twice and couldn't find King Tyrenus.

You know, in order to pull the wind, he is a golden helmet and golden armor, and he always rides a purebred Lordanren horse with a pure white body, no miscellaneous hair, and a back that is almost a man's height.

Now it's gone!

If King Terenus's rear was attacked and he was killed in battle, it would be an exclamation.

Seeing the hypocritical banner of King Lordaeron fluttering hollowly in the blazing wind, Anduin felt a sense of disgust.

An hour ago, an army of 250,000 humans, armed with bright swords and spears, almost pierced the dark clouds in the sky with the cold light of their blades. On the black earth of the canyon, human infantry in shining silver armor marched in unison. As far as the eye can see, there are countless swallow-tailed flags and spear flags, each of which is painted with the coat of arms of the leading knights.

How majestic was that splendid array of glittering ribbons?

But now!?

"Damn it!"

Seeing the situation further erode, Anduin was full of iron. Beside him, the Knights of the Storm King also collapsed. Not because of morale, but because the Royal Knights were heavy cavalry in the standard sense. Knights in heavy armor could not even get on their horses without the help of their servants. Now I fell down suddenly, and I couldn't repair it in less than half an hour.

It was only at this time that he was stunned to find that he had less than ten paladins in the silver hand that he could mobilize.

Gavin Rad is back, specifically requested by Duke.

Tulayan also silently rode his horse to Uther's side.

The gathering of five paladins, Uther, Tirio Fordin, Saidan Dasohan, Tulayan, and Gavin Rad gave Anduin a sense of recreating the trance they had when they first met.

Uther rode his horse to Lothar: "All the paladins of the Silver Hand are here!

Instructions...... Is it?

Didn't I tell you to send you to death?

Lothar held her breath for a moment.

As a descendant of Soladin the Great, he still remembers the stories his father told him when he was young.

Again, the last battle.

In those barbaric times, when human beings were still divided by clans, many times it was necessary to find people from seven or eight clans to assemble a cavalry team. As a result, in many cases, even the names of the human cavalry sacrificed were not recorded.

However, it was this group of people who made the same request to Soladin at the critical moment of the final battle.

"Please instruct!"

They knew that what came out of their leader would be a near-death command.

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

Still, they said, "Please instruct!"

History, as if there is a striking overlap.

2,800 years ago, a column of horsemen with even a pale face with a lack of nutrition on their faces paced towards Soradin, holding high their crude spears, and asked Soladin for battle.

2,800 years later, an equally sparsely numbered group of knights uttered the same sentence in almost the same way, evoking a memory of Lothar that seemed to be dormant in his veins, from 2,800 years ago.

At that young age, Lothar had wondered how she would respond when faced with such a choice.

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

And this only answer, haunting his mind like a ghost at the moment, drove his facial muscles and tongue to speak that answer......

Lothar pointed at the 200,000 orcs: "Attack! For the future of mankind!"

Yes, for the future of mankind!

Uther and the other nine paladins bowed slightly at the same time, and then, with Uther's shout, a dazzling golden glow surrounded him and his weapon: "In the name of the Holy Light! We will not tolerate such a barbaric existence!"

The ten paladins held their heads high, they didn't use spears, for paladins, spears were a burden, they just raised their hammers high. Paladin's characteristic white-gold warhorse began to accelerate and trotted across the battlefield.

It seems that their team was discovered, and two paladins who were fighting fiercely joined their team.

Lothar was a little dazed, and a little wry.

On the battlefield, there is no longer a formed army of archers or spearthrowers to cover them.

There are no ballistas either, let alone mages. Almost all the mages were frightened by the terrifying magic that could burn mana, and Dalaran's mage was speeding away from the terrifying fire elemental monster.

How much of a storm can be set off by just the twelve holy horsemen, and how can he expect them to turn the tide in this rotten battle?

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

Everywhere were the routing human soldiers and the orc warriors who were laughing wildly and chasing the humans, they were still galloping on their own horses, obviously there were only twelve horses, but they were no less than the momentum of thousands of horses.

The brilliant golden light enveloped the knights, and from a distance, every face was so blurred.

There is an ethereal illusion that they are messengers sent by our ancestors, carrying on the will from the past, marching into the future, fighting for that divine answer.

For the future of humanity!

At this time, Duke looked far away from the right flank to the central array, and the entire main array seemed to have become a green ocean, and above the ocean, the tribe's unique rough tooth banner and bone ornament flag were floating.

From time to time, the reflection of human weapons flashed in it. Mograine's legion is still struggling, but it is only a matter of time before they are wiped out.

Just then, Duke caught a glimpse of Uther's brilliant gold.

The corners of Duke's mouth snaked upward.

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