The Holy Light's Hope Chapel was built at the beginning of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. It was the first church built under the supervision of Archbishop Alonso Faol. It is different from the prosperity of the Catholics of Stormwind City and Stratholme and the prosperity of the people of East Tirisfal.
Most of the believers are poor farmers, so this chapel built with donations is far less impressive than the three major churches of the same period.
As soon as you enter the high-ceilinged room, which is more than ten feet tall, you will find two rows of old and mottled wooden seats, and an ancient hardwood table. This is all the furnishings of the chapel. Even before the first war when the Holy Light doctrine became popular, there were very few.
Believers are willing to come here to pray. After all, the Stratholme Church of Light not far away is a better choice.
However, in the subsequent War of Lordaeron, Stratholme and the royal capital of Lordaeron were successively captured by natural disasters. The Cathedral of the Holy Light and many monasteries were razed to the ground. Only the remote chapels were still in the hands of the remaining Lordaeron.
In the hands of the Knights of Ren, it became the last stronghold of resistance for humans in the north.
Because of Alsace's betrayal and Uther's sacrifice, these knights also had two different voices within them. Some radicals took off their silver hands under the leadership of the Scarlet Lord Alessandro Mograine.
They smeared their shirts with their own blood and vowed to spend their whole lives seeking justice from the fallen prince. These Avengers called themselves the Scarlet Crusaders.
Another group of more rational members did not want to follow their blind companions, and decided to rely on the power of all living things to drive the Scourge out of Lordaeron. They did not abandon the iconic Silver Hand robes, but only replaced the Silver Hand symbol on the chest with
The newly born rising sun vows to drive away the darkness shrouded in the continent by natural disasters with its silver dawn.
These knights who call themselves the Silver Dawn put aside their racial prejudices and welcome all organizations and individuals who fight against the Scourge to join. They also actively recruit other non-paladin members, whether they are thieves who walk in the dark or virtues who believe in nature.
Rui, as long as they are committed to fighting against the evil forces on the continent, the Silver Dawn will never turn them away.
At this moment, stationed at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel is the Eastern Plague Division led by Silver Lord Maxwell. This team of less than a hundred people has been trapped here for half a month, although the messenger sent to Stormwind City has already left.
, but no news has come until now
——"Hiss," Maxwell's brows furrowed into a knot, and he gritted his teeth and stared at the broken arrow that left his shoulder, "Doctor, if you are still as heavy-handed as a fucking stupid donkey, I swear to you tomorrow.
I tell you to get lost and you won’t even get a penny of subsidy!”
"Please be quiet, my Lord Baron," the man called the doctor took off his dirty mask, revealing a haggard face without a bridge of nose. If there were any members of the Scarlet Crusade present at this moment, they would definitely not hesitate.
Chop this guy into buns - obviously he is a typical undead
"If you don't want to be splattered with your own blood, you'd better stop talking nonsense." The undead man known as the doctor threw the arrow out, found a needle and thread from the medicine box next to him, and threaded it, "endure it."
"Come on, I don't have any morphine here, maybe it hurts a little..."
"Ha, when will you care about patients?" The Silver Lord laughed exaggeratedly and pointed to his left eye covered by black cloth, "This eye was blinded by the Ghoul King Hogus, and that eye
Compared with the pain at that time, now it can only be regarded as the injury of a little girl... uh..."
The doctor's fingers used to suture the wound with a little force, which stopped the chattering Cyclops Lord, "Reserve your strength to deal with those natural disaster bastards, I don't need to review the experience before my death again."
"Hey, look at my mouth," Maxwell slapped himself apologetically, and then said worriedly, "But old man, I'm afraid we won't be able to escape this time; more than a dozen people were sent out one after another.
We haven't seen any ghost messengers, and the contact with Stormwind City has been cut off for more than half a month. We, a hundred or so people, can't defend this place."
"The worst I can do is die again, and I'm afraid it will be you," the doctor sighed with emotion, without stopping, his hands quickly tied the catgut into a tight knot, "A lord of the Silver Hand was turned into an undead, you
Can you bear this kind of insult?"
Maxwell stretched his arms and grinned: "What is the insult? You have been severely infected by the plague for three years, but you can still maintain your will and create potions to help us resist natural disasters! Tell me, which one
Can the Templars make greater contributions than you?
The Silver Lord took off the war hammer from the shelf and patted the doctor on the shoulder, "I don't have the nerves as tough as you. Old man, if I really want to be turned into a natural disaster bastard, just give me a blow on the head, but
Don’t let me suffer that fate.”
"Mike," the doctor's face twitched, and he lowered his voice and said, "Is the matter so irreversible? They are still just a small group of harassment, or these guys don't want to capture the chapel..."
Maxwell raised his hand to stop the doctor's words, and the Silver Lord slowly walked out of the chapel door, "Never take chances with your enemies - this is the last lesson St. Uther taught us all, and it will be with you
At my feet, there is something that traitor prince is determined to get, and he will not give up no matter what."
"What is so important..."
Before the doctor finished speaking, a desolate horn sounded from the far east. The warriors of the Silver Dawn turned their heads to look in surprise, and saw the low-level undead surrounding the chapel retreating like a tide; a black-armored knight rode on
As the ferocious death horse slowly appeared on the horizon, he raised his head to look at the dim afternoon sun, drew out the broad-edged sword behind his back, and his deep voice echoed throughout the plague wasteland.
"Acherus, charge!"
The originally calm ground slowly began to tremble, and dozens of undead war horses with pale green eyes jumped out from behind the horizon, carrying their owners towards the chapel like a black tide.
"Death knight…"
Maxwell's face was livid, and he shouted at his stunned subordinates, "The enemy is attacking! Don't just stand there! Get ready to resist the cavalry attack!"
The soldiers of the Silver Dawn started moving as if they were dreaming, and barely completed the chaotic horse-rejection formation in a panic; if you look carefully, the calves of the soldiers holding shields in front are still twitching, which is obviously their
First experience fighting a death knight
"Hold on! Hold on! Hold on tight!" Maxwell shouted at the top of his lungs, the war hammer in his hand almost drawing blood, "They are still a long way away from here, enough for us to prepare our spears to stab them.
Pierce the intestines of these bastards! Those with bows and arrows don’t need to wait for orders, everyone can shoot freely!”
The lord's shouting made the soldiers calm down a little, and the few archers began to snipe sparsely.
However, the charge of the death knight did not slow down because of this. The leading knight casually chopped off a long arrow that was shot at him, raised the unique broad-blade sword in his hand, and shouted in a voice like the collision of iron and steel:
"The Scourge, the death knights of Arthas, the slaves of darkness, obey the call of the great lord! Resurrection!"
The ground that had long been polluted by natural disasters and plagues was cracked, and countless dirty ghouls and zombies crawled out amidst the loud noises of the earth shaking, and joined the death knights to form a mighty undead army!
"Guards of the natural disaster, the bloody apocalypse has begun! Tear this land apart, leaving only death wherever you pass!" The voice of the great lord Darien resounded throughout the land, and he pointed the big sword in his hand.
He turned to the pale-faced Silver Dawn defenders and said, "Brothers, the Lich King is watching us! Move forward! Let the places you pass turn into ashes, leaving only misery and pain!"
"Death and destruction!" The death knights drew out their rune swords in response to the leader's call, while the low-level undead under their command rushed towards the battle formation of the Silver Dawn like suicide, intending to use their cheap and dirty lives to open a convenient path for their masters.
road to massacre
"Stay still!!!"
The black torrent of undead crashed into the battle formation of Silver Dawn unstoppably. Dozens of heraldic shields engraved with the silver rising sun were instantly shattered, while countless zombies and ghouls were wailing and chopped into pieces. The dim
The sky rotates like a red dome
Regardless of whether they were undead or humans, their eyes turned bloodthirsty red at this moment, shouting meaningless words in their mouths, and using the weapons in their hands to cut down every enemy in sight; for a while, the holy chapel became a place of purgatory.
At the entrance, the broken earth greedily swallowed red or green liquid until these wailing creatures had no more blood to shed.
"Don't be afraid! My brothers and sisters! Justice will eventually defeat evil, and the Holy Light will protect her people!" Maxwell waved the war hammer in his hand, smashing several zombies that rushed towards him, and tried his best to encourage Bu
The retreating warriors
"I'm sorry, I think your Holy Light has broken the promise," several Dawn warriors were knocked far away by the undead horses while exclaiming. Darien tightened the reins and pointed the big sword in his hand directly at the Silver Dawn Lord, "Maxwell
Baron Tyrossos"
"Darian!" Maxwell shouted in disbelief after seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar face in front of him, "How dare you! How could you use that sacred weapon to desecrate our holy place! My child, have you forgotten?
My once noble status?"
"Shut up, One-Eyed Dragon!" Darien raised the sword in his hand expressionlessly, "It is no longer your holy weapon. Now it only serves me and the Lich King. It now belongs to the Scourge."
Ashbringer!"
Maxwell shook his head and raised the warhammer in his hand, with tears of pain flowing out of his remaining eyes: "No, my child, I know I shouldn't agree to your reckless suggestion, look what that bastard has turned you into
What a monster! For your dead father and for your noble and pure faith, I must end your miserable life!"
"Father..." There was a trace of hesitation in Darien's cold eyes, but it was instantly replaced by determination and coldness, "It's too late to say anything. Mike, you are no match for me. Put down your weapons and join us. The master will give you a gift."
Your eternal life and strength..."
However, the answer was Maxwell's all-out blow, and Darien had to pull his horse back in embarrassment.
"Stubborn old guy!" He put down the mask of his black horned helmet angrily and jumped off the undead war horse, "Acherus! Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"
The death knights responded with a bang, jumped off their horses one after another, and joined in the hand-to-hand combat with the Dawn Warriors; the already precarious Silver Dawn battle formation immediately fell apart, and more and more warriors fell under the rune sword, and in a moment
Then he got up again - as a natural disaster of the undead
"Chi" Kevin stabbed the rune sword into the back of a Dawn Warrior, and then kicked his lifeless body out. The extremely skilled young man wandered around the battlefield like a ghost, and from time to time attacked those who were tired of dealing with it.
the enemy delivers a fatal blow
"If he doesn't become a thief, he will simply bury his talent." Koltira easily withstood the enemy's attack and still had time to chat with Thassarian. "This child will definitely become a great person in the world of the living.
, it’s a pity that it was ruined by that bastard Kel’Thuzad.”
Thassarian absentmindedly swung his sword and made two false cuts, turned to look at Darien who was fighting with Maxwell, and then whispered, "He is different from us. He voluntarily became a servant of the Lich King.
Although this kid is very talented and never slacks off, I am not optimistic about his future."
"how do I say this?"
"Too eager for quick success," Thassarian simply sheathed his sword and found a clean place to sit down. The Dawn Warriors around them had almost suffered casualties, and the remaining dozen Templars were struggling to resist the attack.
own death knight, it seems that victory is completely in the hands of the Scourge Legion
"He makes me feel like the hypocritical nobles of Lordaeron back then. He had a lovable smiling face in front of everyone and behind him. Even that bastard Albaz could get along with him. I really can't think of a child who can
Being able to be so tactful is almost more expert than politicians who are professional in selling their butts.”
"Oh, come on, put away your old-school officer's bad temper," Koltira sneered at his remarks. It seemed that this old friend appreciated his students more than Thassarian himself, "But Kevin and Orr
It’s really not advisable to get too close to that idiot Baz, because stupidity can be contagious.”
"Okay!" Thassarian stood up and patted the dust on his body, "Go and help Darien get rid of that one-eyed dragon. Although we are all heinous villains, we should do less unscrupulous things.
For good…”
The expressions of the two people who stood up suddenly changed, and they both ran out of the place ten feet away. The place where they were just sitting was already covered with long arrows, and the death knights who had already won the victory were shot down in an instant, and all of them were shot down.
Arrow pierces the heart
"retreat!"
Seeing that the enemy had strong reinforcements in the dark, Darien forced Maxwell away with a feint of his sword, and quickly retreated to join his men, defending against the arrows that came from nowhere.