Any non-decrypted secret stealth game will be completed by the end of the Berserker Warriors series.
Although Tirion Fordring had never heard of this assassin's theorem, his mood collapsed at this time.
"In the name of the Holy Light! Kill these filthy orcs!"
Although they were noticed by the tribe's lurking sentries and wargs, it would be good for everyone to take a step back and create some chaos. Why did the war cry suddenly turn into a long live charge?
"Tirion, come on, let us purify this filthy land. The Holy Light will win, and the Alliance will win!"
Alessandro Mograine said with excitement. The young Paladin was eager for such an epic battle from the bottom of his heart.
"For Lordaeron!"
"For Hilbrad!"
"For my mother!"
"For freedom and glory!"
"For Al!"
Brothers, the fifty or so of us are here to lure the enemy, to provide cover for Uther, and to cause chaos. You, the enemy, are so embarrassed that I have to take off his clothes. what's going on?
Forget it, fanaticism and paranoia are synonymous. At least these young men are not afraid of death, so let's have a good fight.
"Protect your bag and rush in as quickly as possible!"
Tirion Fordring quickly made up his mind and led his team to attack the orcs from a relatively gentle mountain road.
Uther, I can only help you so far, the rest is up to you.
"Enemy attack, enemy attack, they are the Paladins of the Alliance, we need reinforcements!"
The night-watch orc sentries, who were dozing off in a daze, were awakened by the dying wail of the hidden stake and the dazzling holy light at the darkest moment before dawn. They sounded the alarm, and the orcs guarding the Hellfire Launch Site began to panic. Climbing out of bed, he quickly put on his equipment and prepared for the battle.
"Lord Uther, Lord Tirion, they are taking action. Do we..."
"No, wait a minute."
Uther leaned against the cliff and said with his eyes closed.
Judging from the previous investigation, the highland where the launch site is located has a horse-running passage from the southwest side. However, the orcs set up layers of cards, which are not suitable for breakthroughs. There is a relatively gentle slope on the northeast side. Although the orcs have set up a wooden fence, the paladins have gun bags in their hands and can easily destroy it. It was a good breakthrough point. The only problem was that it was not easy to lurk. The low grass could not accommodate three hundred people lurking close to them. Therefore, after Uther, Tirion Fordring and others discussed, they decided to divide their forces to lure the enemy and advance with the main force.
Under a cliff more than thirty meters high, more than two hundred paladins leaned against the cliff, waiting for Uther's order.
Yes, Uther completely gave up his war horse and even gave up his way of life. He was determined to make a desperate move. Complete the mission assigned to him by Lothar.
"start to act!"
Counting a hundred silently in his mind, Uther opened his eyes. The bright holy light was the best signal.
The hooks and ropes were thrown up, and after testing the strength, Uther led his personally selected people to take the lead in climbing.
Perhaps it was the self-confidence of orc fans, or perhaps the commotion caused by Tirion Fordring and others distracted the energy of the orcs guarding them. After Uther and the others ascended to the high ground, they did not encounter orc guards or sentries.
In less than five minutes, after everyone came up, Uther looked up at the Shadow Gate in the sky. He estimated the direction and shouted at a volume that was just right for everyone to hear: "Let's go!"
There was no war cry, no cheers, only the sound of weapons coming out of the body in response to Uther.
"Lord Motuolao. Lord Bugasin, humans are coming, they are coming!"
"Shut up, how many enemies are there?"
"Five hundred, or more, all the ones that shine. Yes, Paladin!"
"Idiot, there are two thousand of us!"
As Gul'dan's confidants and the highest commanders of the launch site, Motuolao Gao and Bugashinmao stood up in dissatisfaction after scolding the orcs who came to report the news.
The orc parents were very happy. Although the two were brothers, after their parents had a relationship crisis, the two inherited their parents' surnames respectively, but this did not affect the relationship between the two brothers.
As the first batch of orcs to give up their shamanic teachings and become warlocks, the two brothers Motuolao and Bugasin proved their worth with their strength and made their names famous, even within the tribe.
"Where is Overseer Sharata now?"
Bu Gasin grabbed the messenger by the collar and pulled him in front of him.
"The Lord Warlord is directing the battle on the front line. The humans are divided into two groups to attack. Now it's a mess outside."
The messenger felt like he was about to be fainted by the warlock's bad breath. The poor orc felt that he would rather kiss his centurion's boots than stay in front of the warlock anymore.
"Their target is the Shadow Gate, Lord Gul'dan's hellfire."
Mo Tuolao stretched his lower back muscles and said affirmatively.
"So what are you waiting for? Let's have some fun."
Bu Gasin let go of the suffocating messenger, picked up the staff leaning against the table, and walked out first.
The orc messenger, who was finally able to breathe freely, just glanced at the chaos grimoire placed on the table with his peripheral vision, and couldn't help but hold his head and howl in pain.
"Unfortunate wretch, you are not of good measure."
Mo Tuolao shook his head regretfully, closed the opened Book of Chaos, put it back in the pocket on his waist, and then followed in the footsteps of his brother.
The two warlocks, who had stayed up all night because of studying magic, walked all the way, calling their men all the way, ready to have fun with humans.
The surprise attack worked. As the strongest physical output profession in the alliance today, the Paladins crushed ordinary orc infantry in terms of individual combat effectiveness. Uther and his party quickly broke through to the launch site without considering physical exertion.
"Oh my God, what are these!"
After smashing the heads of two orc warlocks with a hammer, Uther heard the exclamations from the young men behind him after crossing a ridge.
Because a large amount of earth elements were absorbed in the process of creating Hellfire, a basin has been dented in the center of this highland. Directly below the Shadow Gate, a pool of demonic blood exuded evil thoughts and stench. As far as the eye could see, at least two thousand primitive hellfires stood in a rough formation in the basin. The scene was extremely terrifying.
Around the pool of demonic blood, a team of warlocks were guiding and casting spells. The ignorant primitive hellfires entered the pool of demonic blood one after another under the control of the warlocks. After absorbing enough evil energy, it shrinks into a ball, then slowly rises into the sky and enters the Shadow Gate.
"Teams 1 to 5 follow me while the others spread out to blow up the Hellfire!"
Uther observed for about half a minute and gave the order decisively.
Aura of piety. Blessing of power, Uther's body favored by the Holy Light gave him the power of the Holy Light without magic. For him, blessing more than 200 people at a time was just a matter of taking a few breaths.
"May the Holy Light guide our way forward!"
Uther kissed the emblem of the Knights of the Silver Hand on his glove.
"Justice and glory!"
All the paladins present raised their arms and shouted, and then quickly took action under the command of officers at all levels.
But not until Uther approached the pool of demon blood. The orc besieging troops appeared at the edge of the basin, and the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand were surrounded.
"Oh, you can't do this. If you destroy these hellfires, Lord Gul'dan will lock me in a black hole full of succubi. I must stop you!"
Motuo Laogao said in a strange aria. Although he was still standing on the edge of the basin, his voice was heard by every paladin.
"Hey, my brother, are you trying to trick me into breaking some of Lord Gul'dan's toys?"
Bu Gasin Mao's tone was full of sarcasm. He looked condescendingly at the humans who were doing destruction in the basin with cruel and bloodthirsty eyes.
The two warlock brothers kept talking and their hands were not free.
Under the influence of their spells, the originally motionless Hellfire started to shake. This was obviously a prelude to the activation of Hellfire.
When the thought of being among thousands of hellfires occurred, even though the Paladins were all staunch believers, some were still frightened into tears, and most of them experienced varying degrees of numbness in their limbs. .
"Anti-fear barrier!"
Uther opened the Holy Code and used the Holy Code as the core to cast a large anti-fear enchantment.
Thousands of hellfires, activated at the same time, I believe you are a ghost!
As the beloved of the Holy Light. Uther also has a keen insight into the shadow energy. The shaking of these hellfires is just the induction of magic energy. What the two warlocks really cast was mass fear.
It scares people to death. Warlocks are scary and can scare people to death!
The real power does not lie in the jet of destructive white light, but in the correct understanding and application of power.
"Paladins, come to me!"
Uther held the steel-wrapped Holy Pawn meteor hammer in one hand, and swung it with the light-cast iron warhammer in the other hand, determined to destroy the Demonic Blood Pool.
"Yeah. I've been seen through. This trick isn't as useful as I thought?!"
Motuolao Gao said with an unhappy expression.
"You should really activate a few hellfires to make it more realistic, my stupid brother!"
Bu Gaxinmao's already green face turned even greener. He was very unhappy that his proud work could be cracked so easily.
"I'm the elder brother, you disrespectful guy!"
Motuolao Gao turned his head and roared at Bugasin Mao.
Just as the two warlock brothers were quarreling, the previously preset explosion package finally waited until the fuse burned out. In the roaring explosion, hundreds of hellfires were blown into rubble.
"No, dark room!"
"No! The little dark room..."
Motuolao Gao squeezed his temples with both hands in pain and shouted: "Lord Gul'dan will punish us! Kill them, we must kill them to atone for our sins!"
Motuolao Gao bent down to pick up the staff that fell on the ground, teleported to the pool of demon blood, and prepared to deal with these paladins personally.
Boga Xinmao listened with some confusion, but seemed to hear nothing. Although he was a little confused, he walked into the portal opened by his brother.
The orc soldiers have jumped down from the basin and begun to surround the paladins of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Uther doesn't know how Tirion Fordring is doing, but judging from the current situation, the situation may not be good.
There is not much time left for you, and you must make a decision.
"The first and second teams rush with me, while the others intercept the orc reinforcements!"
Uther made the most painful decision.
But quitting life does not necessarily mean waiting for death. You must be fearless to move forward.
"Do you think it's true this time?"
Motuolao Gao was suspended above the pool of demon blood, gathering evil for his own use, and activating it to activate the surrounding primitive hellfire.
"All men are created equal!"
Chanting slogans of justice. Uther's war hammer hits the ground, and wherever my feet stand, it is a place of justice!
!
Affected by the power of the Light, most of the original Hellfires failed to activate successfully. But there were still a dozen hellfires roaring silently.
"Leave me alone, destroy the magic circle with a** bag!"
Uther fought against the evil energy with all his strength, suppressing the power of the warlock to activate the hellfire, and shouted with a blushing face.
The people around him activated their Divine Blessing spells to resist the erosion of evil energy and rushed towards the pool of demonic blood. The cumbersome and ignorant Hellfire could not catch up with the paladins with a martyrdom heart. Seeing that more than ten humanoid self-propelled bombs were approaching him, Motuolao Gao panicked a little. In the process of channeling evil energy to infuse hellfire, he had no time to cast other spells!
"Call me brother!"
"Good brother..."
Boga Xinmao received a satisfactory answer, and with a strike of shadow fury, all the fearless paladins were knocked unconscious on the way to the charge.
"No one can fight, not even one!"
Drawing a strange tone, the warlock shook his finger and taunted Uther.
There was a tragic sound of fighting behind him. Uther looked at the pool of demon blood exuding filth and chaos, and became more determined in his choice.
All sacrifices are necessary, and the tribe is allowed to continue producing hellfire. More innocent people will be harmed.
Stopping casting the consecration spell, Uther picked up his warhammer and assumed a charging posture.
Although Uther's amount of Holy Light is greater than that of the Alliance, he has never understood how to use the Wings of Holy Light. Now, Uther calms down and is determined to give it a try.
The hellfires that had lost their suppression began to move one by one. In the darkness filled with evil energy, Uther jumped up with the light of hope, trying to carve out a bright future with his own hands.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
With one hammer blow, the tall Hellfire was smashed to pieces. Uther's whole body was surrounded by strong holy power, and the overflowing holy light energy weakened into crackling sounds of lightning, and his eyes were as bright as searchlights.
"Sure enough, breakthroughs in battle are all plots in novels."
Although it is a bit regretful. But Uther quickly forgot about it.
It was originally a killing move that killed both the enemy and ourselves. Uther was already ready to sacrifice his life. He still had about three minutes before completing the charge.
Just let me harvest the grave goods myself.
In his sanctified state, Uther smashed the Hellfire sneak attack from behind with one punch, and then walked towards Bogashin Mao step by step.
"Hahahaha. You think I'm afraid of you!"
The warlock blocking Uther said harsh words while summoning dozens of hellhounds, and then activated the teleportation circle to return to the original edge of the basin.
"Bugasin, you xxoo!"
Motuo Laogao floated above the pool of demon blood and cursed viciously!
"How do you want me to stop that guy who is fighting for his life?"
Wiping away his sweat, Bu Gaxinmao prepared to continue casting spells from a distance. After all, he couldn't leave his brother alone.
Suddenly, the warlock turned his head suddenly, and he was stunned.
A dozen tin cans covered in fireworks marks were standing behind him.
"ah!"
After Alessandro Mograine slashed the warlock to death, Tirion Fordring shouted: "Uther needs help, let's go!"
Although he didn't know why the orc warlord who was chasing his party left in a hurry, Tirion Fordring and his party used their strength to teach the orcs one thing - don't underestimate any paladin. (To be continued.)
ps: Merry Christmas to all the viewers.
Let me tell you something difficult to make everyone happy.
Today, the author failed to show off and used a kitchen knife to cut fruit, so he used bloodletting on himself.
This incident has educated everyone:
One, Murphy's Law is true, the fruit knife will always appear when you don't want to use it.
Second, if you don’t have a fruit knife, using your front teeth to peel the skin is actually a good choice.
Third, men should be harsher on themselves.
Although he is bleeding profusely, the author can type as well as he can with a single finger. I present the large chapters for singles who still have time to read novels during Christmas.
The author tries hard to pretend that he has a girlfriend.
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