The Prince of Lordaeron bravely enters Azeroth

The blue and white banner with the emblem of Lordaeron fluttered in the wind, and the knights' squires brought the knights' horses to the knights in the firelight of the night.

Soon, a group of smiling paladins, some men and some women, reached out to take the reins and mounted their war horses.

They were very concerned about the wars in Tirisfal Glades and the capital of Lordaeron. The successive victories in the west boosted everyone's morale.

The transition from a strategy of purely defensive operations, sheltering refugees, and checking for epidemics to the official launch of a counterattack has been too fast.

The speed of change on the battlefield is so unexpected, but it inspires every remaining warrior in Lordaeron.

Under the leadership of the two temporary supreme commanders, Gavinrad Doom and Saidan Dathrohan, they prepared various offensive strategies for advancing westward to retake the territory of Lordaeron.

As more and more remnants of East Wilde Lordaeron received the news, the army under the Knights of the Silver Hand grew stronger.

Therefore, on the premise of respecting Alexandros' will, the Holy Light Punishment artifact newly named Ashbringer became the vanguard of the army.

This divine weapon against all evil was held firmly in Alexandros' hand, shining with a soft holy light.

He had one more thought before he lost it.

Hold this holy light artifact a little longer, even if you can really use it to kill some evil... even an undead will do!

"Hey, Alexandros, don't you want us to exchange weapons?"

"No, Saidan, I prefer a two-handed sword to a hammer."

Raising the two-handed broadsword on his warhorse, Saidan said, "I will use a sword today, and we will also use swords."

"You are wrong, Dathrohan. Ashbringer is a two-handed sword."

"Old Mograine, can we still not tell the difference between a knife and a sword?"

"Ah, my two friends."

"Don't bother arguing. How about I, Gavinrad Doom, take the responsibility for you two?"

The black-haired paladin who rode up from outside the team and looked kind said so.

He behaved in a very gentlemanly manner, which made the young blond Mograine feel a little envious.

If there wasn't a two-handed sword on the side of his warhorse, Renault would probably have believed his uncle.

"Go, go, leave the Ashbringer to me for safekeeping until I meet Prince Arthas."

"That's your fault, old Mograine. You need to learn to share."

"Yes, Alexandros, Ashbringer belongs to every Paladin."

At this time, a knight in silver armor and silver robe behind him pointed at the three middle-aged and elderly men in front.

He turned to look at his daughter and said, "Bridget, we must stick to our bottom line."

"Never covet things that don't belong to you."

"Father, didn't Uncle Mograine go to Ironforge and ask King Bronzebeard to forge it?"

In response to his daughter's question, Alfred said earnestly: "Sometimes, we have to have a flexible bottom line."

"The revelation of the Holy Light has come, just as the evil that blocks our way will be destroyed by our concerted efforts."

"With the Chosen Ones of Holy Light and the Holy Light's Artifacts, no one can stop us..."

Having a different opinion in her heart, Bridget said seriously: "How could the Holy Sword Arondite be weaker than the Ashbringer?"

"I have inquired about it before. That is the evil-breaking holy sword that belongs directly to His Highness Arthas. The red holy light shines on the earth."

After staring at his daughter for a while as she explained the reasons very seriously, Alfred did not teach her any further, but instead gave a small hint to the brothers around him.

He had no other choice. Just like the three paladins arguing over a broken sword, he urgently needed... the arcane gate to open.

Through the propaganda of His Majesty the King of Lordaeron, most people in Lordaeron knew about that man.

It's him, that's him, the savior of Lordaeron, the hero of Lordaeron, the representative of the Holy Light of the Red Sun... the future king, Arthas Menethil.

Although the fluttering cloak of his king did not last long, apart from this helpless posture, he was indeed very handsome.

As the powerful items that lost their power fell one by one, the Silver Hand Restoration Knights all stopped at the gestures of commanders at all levels.

When the last great wizard in phoenix robe fell, he spread out his hands and the crimson magic power danced in his hands.

In less than a moment, the big guy's object mountain successfully broke the seal, and with the help of the flame, it finally assumed a normal posture.

Apart from the experience where he was knocked away by the big guys in the portal, he was indeed better after coming out.

After making a small contribution, Kael'thas took three steps back and let the protagonist before the battle come to the front.

Behind Arthas, Jaina and other well-known masters and above stood in line, looking very aggressive.

Looking at their posture, if they had not detected any hostility and a passing gargoyle was purified by Arthas with a wave of his hand, the Knights of the King would have thought they were here to reprimand them.

Why are you looking so serious? We are all from the Alliance, so let's not get too nervous before the war... Holy Light Purification.

The enthusiastic Prince of Lordaeron stepped forward and said, "I told you to rest, why did you gather your troops to go west?"

With the prince's words, the actual leader of East and West Wilder stood up, the war hammer behind him shining so brightly.

He trotted over to Arthas, looking like he was taking responsibility and seemed selfless and fair in the eyes of the East Wilder coalition.

With great power in his hands, Tirion bowed and said, "Grand Marshal, we anticipated this evening's action."

"The entire Wildere army is ready to drive out the evil for our ally Quel'Thalas."

"No evil can oppress those in our alliance. Our alliance has united as one and is ready to defeat evil as quickly as possible!"

With Tirion's hint, Galahad, Alexandros and others instantly understood the temporary meaning that the Grand Marshal had never mentioned.

The coalition forces in Hillsbrad Foothills marched north and west, the coalition forces in Silverpine Forest marched north and east, the coalition forces in West Wilder marched south and west, and the coalition forces in the northern port of Lordaeron marched south.

The battlefield where Lordaeron fell was already a situation where there were more wolves than meat.

This group of "forgotten" East Wilder coalition forces had no choice but to head north to Quel'Thalas to reap the great achievements of this area alone.

"Yes, Grand Marshal, we have already guessed tonight's strategy."

"We the Silver Hand... our Alliance are duty-bound to fight the evil of our allies in Quel'Thalas!"

"Very good, I knew I was not wrong about you."

After receiving replies from his two old friends, Tirion bowed again and said, "Grand Marshal, we invite you to fight!"

"Very good. I knew that each of you is a first-class loyal minister."

Drawing out the Holy Sword Arondite, Arthas quickly retracted the sword and said, "I did nothing wrong in leaving you at this critical juncture."

"Holy Light, be with us!"

The holy light that belonged only to Arthas descended, and the Ashbringer in Alexandros's hand stopped trembling.

What magic sword? That is clearly my own brother.

With it, I, the Ashbringer, am still a family heirloom of the Mograine family...purification by Holy Light!

Half-kneeling and saluting, Alexandros presented the Ashbringer and said, "Your Majesty... Your Highness, the revelation of the Holy Light has arrived."

Slowly pulling out the holy sword Frostmourne, Arthas said: "No, by the Holy Light, I already have two holy swords!"

The next moment, the shining sword that appeared out of thin air in Arthas' left hand frightened the Ashbringer, and he even thought of a reason to refuse.

"Alexandros Mograine, weapons and people complement each other."

"Remember, it's not the Holy Sword that made me who I am, but you who made me the Ashbringer."

Although it was not very clear, Alexandros was greatly encouraged by this and felt deeply moved.

What is broad-mindedness? This is broad-mindedness. The Prince of Lordaeron, who believed that he could not wield three two-handed swords on the battlefield, frankly rejected the "Ashebringer".

After all, the two-handed greatsword is too short. Only long weapons are killing weapons on the battlefield. He hopes that one day the two Frostmourne can become a double-edged sword.

How come the Spellbreakers can use double-edged swords and spears, but I, Lor'themar... the Prince of Lordaeron, am only fit to use two-handed swords and halberds?

Lack, the weapon form is so lacking!

Putting away the two holy swords, Arthas said: "Warriors of the Alliance, Chosen People of Holy Light, begin the handover ceremony!"

"The battlefield that belongs to us is about to unveil its mysterious veil."

"The weak undead and demons are no match for us!"

Next, the second-in-command Gavinrad and the third-in-command Saidan, followed the Grand Marshal Arthas and the first-in-command Tirion and waved their hands.

They ordered Alfred and his men to receive the military supplies that Ansrem, Ronin and his men had prepared day and night, with occasional breaks.

Seeing that the Mancang Duoduo storage rings they had prepared were now empty, Roning and Vereesa shed tears of joy, finally feeling relieved.

What's the point of saying that the unlucky guy is the safest person? The couple didn't believe a word of it. It was obvious that other people were targeting them.

Wait, Vereesa, you were the one who put all the rings on my hands.

No, no, it was Jaina who instigated me to do this, it has nothing to do with me.

Hey, can you please not forget me? I am the real boss here~

Seeing everyone so heroic, Jaina also distributed the last magic scroll in front of Bridget.

Raising her right hand, Jaina said: "One word, transform~"

"No, Jaina, you are using Transfiguration to bully others."