18. The Battle of Ironforge. Light Chaser (Repair)
Humans are creatures of habit.
When you do something, maybe it is because of curiosity, yearning, or indulging in the glory brought by performing a mission and the spiritual satisfaction brought by performing a certain duty, but any positive emotions
Everything will disappear one day, so in many cases, it is impossible to go far in the long run just by relying on interest or ideals.
And achievements in most fields do not rely solely on gritting your teeth and perseverance...to develop a habit, every step you take doesn't need to be big, as long as you know that you are always on the right path.
Saidan Dathrohan is such a person. In the first 35 years of his life, he appeared as a loyal and brave soldier and commander of the kingdom, and soon became a hero in people's mouth. At that time, he believed
The teachings of the Holy Light regard sacrifice as a doctrine of glory, and are willing to sacrifice everything for the right things.
This kind of good deeds and devotion to duty eventually won him unimaginable glory. He was chosen by his faith and became one of the first batch of Paladins.
In the novel, Dathrohan is a leader. Unlike other great knights of noble origin, Dathrohan prefers a more simple belief concept.
For him, the Holy Light is not only a belief, but also a driving force that drives him forward. It is the embodiment of the ultimate meaning of his life, and his personal character is also very noble. Even after he became a real big shot, he did not
Putting himself into the circle of the upper class, he maintained his past living conditions and tried his best to spread the revelation given to him by the Holy Light to everyone around him.
Like an old-school ascetic, like a martyr who sacrificed his life for his faith.
At this time, on the battlefield where Khaz Modan had completely collapsed, Dathrohan was half-kneeling on the blood-stained snow. In front of him, there lay a paladin killed by the undead.
He had seen the deceased before. He was a young man from the Stratholme area. He looked very much like him when he was young. He was brave, fanatical, pursuing personal honor, and full of faith in the Holy Light. He was very good in training.
Hard work, he is still very young, he should have a broader future, but now, he is 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 deceased. The place where the young knight fell was the front line of the human position. His side was surrounded by crushed skeletons and undead, and his armor
It 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 never showed a trace of fear.
This was not the only corpse on the battlefield. The knight raised his head and looked at the human position on the snow in front of him. There were chopped down undead everywhere, as well as the soldiers who died on the position. When disaster strikes, they will always be there.
Some people will choose to turn around and flee, but at least in the current battlefield, many people choose to stay and fight. However, Dathrohan is a real veteran, and he can tell the difference between a rout and a retreat.
Looking at the soldiers who died in the position in front of them, it can be seen from their dead postures that they obviously stayed behind voluntarily. The human army should have successfully evacuated, which somewhat made the knight feel a little relieved.
"This is an absolute disaster."
Dathrohan stood up with his war hammer. Behind him, the undead fortress that was almost breached still stood in its original place. On the ground in front of the fortress, there were still some lonely undead wandering, like
Laughing at the failures of humans and dwarves.
The defeat of the battle was very regrettable, but seeing the smoke rising from Ironforge and the shaking of the ground with his own eyes, Dathrohan could guess the reason for the sudden retreat of the dwarves. He could not blame these dwarves. After all, they themselves were trying to protect their homeland.
When fighting, when your homeland is under terrible threat, you cannot ask the soldiers to abandon everything just for the victory in front of them.
But this failure brought more than just casualties. For a commander like Dathrohan who had some understanding of the situation in northern Xinjiang, he had already vaguely seen the future that the human empire would face. When the iron hooves of the undead stepped over Kaz
After Modan, what happened in the land of the dwarves today may soon happen again in the land of humans.
"Bang"
A heavy falling sound sounded behind Dathrohan. The knight did not need to look back to feel the cold aura lingering behind him. He was a persistent pursuer and a formidable opponent.
Under the silver full-face war helmet, a flame rekindled in Dathrohan's eyes, and the beating golden holy fire spread on both sides of the war hammer in his hand, lighting up the heavy weapon again.
On the snow below, the burning heat of the hammer surface caused the surrounding snow to begin to melt.
"As a runaway, you should be smarter and run as far as possible instead of staying here and causing trouble for yourself."
Behind Dathrohan, Yrel jumped off the Death Raven and took a few steps forward, leaving strange cherry-shaped hoofprints on the snow behind her. She placed her heavy, dark halo
The crystal warhammer was in her hand. Amidst the sound of armor clashing, her dark red eyes stared at the great knight in front of her. The cold breath almost froze the surrounding air.
"I didn't run away, Necromancer, you and your evil allies weren't enough to make me run away."
Dathrohan turned around and held the weapon with both hands. On the surface of the war hammer, the sacred incantation carefully inscribed by the forging masters resonated with the scorching power in his body, making the dazzling holy light wrap around his body even more violently.
He stood alone in front of the broken position, like an insurmountable mountain, blocking Yrel's way.
"I know what you want to do..."
Dasohan's body drooped slightly to make himself stand more stable, and he said in a deep voice:
"But before you defeat me, you don't want to go anywhere!"
Faced with the burning fighting spirit of the great knight in front of him, Death Lord Yrel did not choose to laugh at him. Instead, he asked the powerful undead from outside the territory to grab his war hammer, leaning forward slightly, and the death energy rolled out of her body like a tide.
It came out and wrapped around her black armor, like a layer of swaying polar storm. Wherever it hit the eye, the snow on the ground was rolled up, shrouding Yrel in the offensive of falling snow and frost.
"You shouldn't call others evil and bad people, Saidan Dathrohan, otherwise, they will really treat you as a bad person... Just like this!"
Yrel let out a war cry, and the snow and frozen soil under her feet exploded. The powerful force pushed her towards the paladin in front of her. A dark red halo lingered on the surface of the crystal warhammer she held in her hands.
, this is a powerful and heavy annihilation attack. It is currently the most powerful single attack technique mastered by death knights. It gathers a huge amount of death energy in one blow. With the power of the Death Lord, this terrifying
A single blow is enough to smash a living warrior into mincemeat.
Yrel is not a knight who follows the agile route. She is a disciple taught by Grokush, and she follows the most orthodox and traditional way of a warrior.
In the face of the attack, the moment Yrel rushed over, the icy cold wind howled and hit the body of the great knight. There were even ice picks mixed in the cold wind, but in the face of the scorching heat outside the great knight's body,
The light curtain, this dark power cannot corrode him.
When the distance between the two people was less than 3 meters, a light flashed in the eyes of the great knight who was facing the enemy calmly. He took a step forward, bent down, and raised the war hammer in his hands hard, almost wiping it.
Following the death knight's weapon, he hit Yrel's chest with his war hammer in the blink of an eye. The scorching holy light accompanied his offensive, like a golden sword unsheathed, and the rolling
The scorching light hit the Death Lord's body like a heavy punch.
The war hammer swung by Yrel rubbed Dathrohan's body and hit the ground. The ground behind the paladin cracked as if it was hit by a cannonball. Amidst the flying frozen soil and snow, the surface of Yrel's body was shattered.
The anti-magic shield was activated, but in the surge of holy light, this thin shield seemed to be broken at any time. Yrel, whose attack was interrupted, staggered back, facing a veteran who was experienced in battle formations.
He said that Dathrohan would not give up this opportunity.
The heavy warhammer seemed as easy as nothing in his hand. Between the left and right strikes, Yrel felt like a training doll, being hit mercilessly. She tried to fight back, but the stubborn Death Lord bit her.
Ya stretched out her arm, blocking it in front of her like a shield, and took a hard blow from Holy Judgment. While her body was on fire, she swung the warhammer with her other hand and hit Dathrohan's head.
"Bang"
One gold and one black, two long-handled warhammers collided in the air, and Dathrohan let out a deep laugh. The sacred sacred contract on his chest shone brightly like stars. As the light shone,
The great knight flipped his wrist, and Yrel's war hammer was firmly pressed to the ground. In a pure strength contest, this was the first time that Yrel was completely suppressed.
"Evil! Retreat!"
Dathrohan roared angrily, clenched his free left hand into a fist, and punched Yrel on the chin without mercy. The dark green anti-magic shield was broken by this final blow, and the Death Lord's slender body was like
It was thrown into the air like a parabola, turned over awkwardly, and finally hit the cold snow.
"Keng"
Dathrohan grabbed the black crystal war hammer and threw it into the cedar forest in the distance. He held the war hammer and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Forcibly suppressing the Death Lord was not an easy task. The Holy Sacred Pact
The explosion gave him enough strength, but although his body was tough, it still had its limits. The great knight was not unscathed by the shock of strength.
"Did your Majesty tell you that you fight like a typical young man, reckless and brave, but you go as quickly as you come!"
The usually silent knight rarely commented on Yrel's attack. The next moment, he grabbed the war hammer and rushed towards the death lord who was in front of him. Half of his body was ignited by the holy light and he was still trying to get up. But just as he rushed towards him,
The moment next to Yrel, a green figure suddenly burst out of Yrel's body. It was a Draenei banshee wearing a warlock robe. When it rushed out, the banshee Samaro
Open your mouth as if singing.
The next moment, the piercing screams were centered around the Banshee and swept in all directions. The surrounding snow and pine forests seemed to be hit by a storm, shaking crazily, but this was not a sound, but a sound.
This is a high-level form of use of death energy, which acts directly on the soul, like a needle-like energy attack, and can ignore most physical and magical defenses.
But it is also difficult to be mastered by weak ghosts. Yrel privately gave Samaro's attack method a very interesting name... Banshee's Wail.
This is the first time the Draenei Banshee has used this ability in battle, and the effect is simply terrifying.
At this moment, the great knight who was full of fighting spirit felt that his head was being stabbed crazily by thousands of red-hot needles. Even if his will was as strong as steel, even if his soul was extremely powerful, all his mental defenses were also crazily stabbed by this punch.
was broken by the banshee's howl, the war hammer in his hand slipped from his palm, he half-knelt on the ground holding his head, and roared in pain like a wild beast.
On the other side, Yrel, who had just gotten up, was also feeling uncomfortable. The Banshee's Wail would not only affect her opponent, but her soul was also being beaten crazily as if it had been thrown into a furnace. But here is the advantage of the undead.
, Compared with living people, the souls of the dead are more tolerant of pain. Yrel stood up staggeringly. She pulled out the rune sword from her waist. Her eyes, ears and nostrils were all left with the pain of the soul.
Cold blood.
"ah!!"
She held her breath and rushed towards the great knight in front of her. At this most critical moment, Dathrohan seemed to feel something. He gritted his teeth and raised his head. His facial features were similar to Yrel, and they were also stained red with blood.
With both eyes, watching the Death Lord staggering towards him, the great knight clasped the sacred contract on his chest with his left hand. As the holy light surged, a scorching flame gathered in the air like a war hammer, and struck fiercely from
It hit Yrel, who was defenseless, from behind.
"Don't even think about hurting her!"
The figure of the banshee Samaro, who had become extremely weak due to the release of the most powerful banshee cry, appeared behind Yrel in a flash, using her illusory body to block Yrel.
The great knight counterattacked ferociously, and while Samaro screamed in pain, the long sword in Yrel's hand also penetrated Dathrohan's armor and body from top to bottom.
"Samaro, come back! Come back quickly!"
Yrel looked back at the banshee who had most of her body swallowed up by the holy light. She crawled forward with difficulty on the ground, screamed and threw herself at her friend. Death energy spurted out, killing the unconscious banshee.
He was pulled back into his body, but the fire of holy light entangled in the body of the banshee also ignited her armor full of holes. The death lord, burning like a pillar of fire, sat helplessly in the snow.
, her body was so empty that she didn't even have the power to extinguish the flames.
Yirel turned around with difficulty and saw the conspicuous blood stains on the ground.
Dathrohan, who had been pierced through his body, climbed into the position with difficulty. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a Silver Hand battle flag that fell to the ground. He leaned on its flagpole and headed in the direction of the Human Empire.
, using his last breath, he knelt down and struggled to lift his dying body up.
"I...failed..."
"The Holy Light...gives us...eternal life..."
The blood dyed the flagpole red along his hand, a cold wind blew by, and the broken battle flag, which was covered in blood like Dathrohan, fluttered, and the knight who held it up lowered his head, and blood flowed from his helmet.
The blood dripped down little by little, and his body was pierced by a long sword. On this battlefield far from home, a martyr with sincere faith died.
He had a chance to survive, but he did not choose to escape. Yrel watched the fluttering battle flag slowly fall on the lifeless body, wrapping the body, and the pain in his soul subsided slightly.
For a moment, she almost immediately fell into a strong sense of déjà vu.
She remembered what Tyrion once said unintentionally:
The only ending for a martyr is to bleed all over his body and die alone in a pool of blood.
