On that day, Lordaeron's twenty-year false glory of peace was torn to pieces.
Prince Alsace stepped on a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood to ascend to the throne that was bound to belong to him, bringing destruction to his country and death and plague to his subjects.
On that day, mankind suffered a complete defeat.
In front of the army of the undead, the living are so weak and powerless. The power of the first sight kill is beyond imagination, and the dead are superior to the living.
That day, after all, the light of ideals and justice shone.
Carlos finally saved half the city.
Looking at the problem from another angle, he still failed to save the other half of the city.
Elune's gift does exist within Kalos.
He had a strong feeling that as long as he wanted to, Naxxramas could be broken with one punch.
But Carlos didn't want to.
Because the voice of reason says that you should not use this power here. After all, the power of One Punch Man is only one punch.
But the perceptual emotions cannot be suppressed at all.
After all, this is the alliance I have paid for so far.
Although there are a hundred reasons, such as being controlled by the moon god, or all this is for the sake of a future that cannot be broken or established.
But Carlos couldn't fool himself.
Alsace has reached this point because of his own connivance.
The city of Lordaeron suffered today's disaster because of its own acquiescence.
No snowflake is innocent in an avalanche.
Carlos understands all the principles and understands...
But those are real people!
This is the Alliance of Lordaeron to which I have dedicated my entire youth! ! !
It would certainly be in the best interest of the Kingdom of Alterac to sit back and watch it burn to the ground and then rule from its ashes.
But if he did, he wouldn't be Carlos Barov.
Inexplicably, the figure of the King of Steel always loomed in Carlos' mind.
After all, they are just strangers with the same name.
Different life encounters create different beliefs and wills.
Even after Carlos understands this disaster, he will truly gain leadership of the alliance.
But he could not turn a blind eye to the disaster itself.
Then I would like to use this body to fight for the last battle between ideals and benevolence.
From now on, there are no more knights, only kings.
The shadow of Naxxramas enveloped Lordaeron. Under the gloomy sky, the glory of Kalos attracted everyone's attention.
The soldiers of the Silver Dawn were also inspired by their leader's bravery and evacuated the people at a faster pace.
Sure enough, worship is the emotion furthest from understanding.
Cursed by the injustice of the world and longing for heroic salvation, Carlos responded to the cry of Lordaeron.
Who would feel sorry for Carlos burying his own depression with his own hands?
This fight is for all sentient beings and for myself.
Completely sealing off the power of termination left in Elune's body, Carlos abandoned all machinations and became the purest warrior.
How long.
It had been a long time since I had felt such a burning fighting spirit.
Throwing away all restraints, the young man came back.
The wind was howling, and standing in front of the Scourge Legion at this moment was a true hero.
The paladin, burning with consciousness, burst out with the most dazzling light, and his speed accelerated again.
Even if there are thousands of enemies ahead, I will go there alone.
The gargoyle has sharp teeth and claws, so what, just keep up with my speed first.
So what if the fortress cannon's necromantic energy impact is a huge threat? Let's talk about it after breaking my holy shield.
This was not the first time that Carlos had flown under his own power.
But air combat is indeed new territory.
So what, at this time, he is not fighting alone. Amuro, Char, Kira, and Yamato are possessed by their souls. He is not alone, and Carlos is not alone!
"The left-hand barrage is too thin."
There is nothing left in the Royal Palace of Lordaeron worthy of Arthas' memory.
After ending his father's pain with his own hands, he spent a little effort to seal Terenas' body to ensure that his sleep would not be disturbed by undead magic.
This is the last bit of humanity in Alsace.
He didn't care whether Naxxramas could stop his brother-in-law Carlos. The entire Scourge was just a tool of the Lich King, and the Necropolis was just a tool among tools.
As long as Lordaeron becomes the city of death, there will be an endless supply of Scourge soldiers.
It's just a floating fortress, nothing worth mentioning.
Arthas was not in a bored mood to fight Carlos, he just led the ruthless army of the dead to join the massacre.
There is no more Stratholme's soul torture.
Lordaeron is the first formation of Arthas.
"Prince, why do you want to slaughter your people?"
Although I can’t remember who the questioner was, I vaguely felt that he was an acquaintance.
Alsace's cold heart was still beating slowly and heavily.
"For the Lich King."
The divine sword pierced the body, and Frostmourne's hunger never quelled.
This race of escape and massacre is the ruthless crushing of more and more Scourge soldiers against the defeated Lordaeron defenders.
The more than a thousand people of the Silver Dawn were insignificant in a battle of this level. They followed Carlos's last order and tried their best to open the west gate of Lordaeron, creating a glimmer of hope for the fleeing people.
But how could Ner'zhul, the micromanipulation master, sit back and watch something like this happen.
Soon, an army of undead was sent outside the city by Naxxramas, preparing to intercept the escape of the "reserves" of the Scourge Legion.
"Gather, form an array, and defeat the enemy!"
It's just some skeletons and suture monsters. Could it be more desperate than the orcs of the past?
Recruiting from veterans may have been Carlos' smartest decision.
Preparations for action began in the middle of the night, and by now, injuries and exhaustion have almost worn down the bodies of the Silver Dawn soldiers.
But the firm will and the heroic fighting spirit of Carlos Sky boosted their morale.
It's just a replica of what it was back then.
It's just that the person changed from Anduin Lothar to Carlos Barov.
The spirit of the alliance has never been truly cut off, and those who only care about the growth of wealth have never represented the alliance.
fighting!
Only unyielding resistance is the true alliance spirit!
What blocks the way forward is not the useless skeletons that the Necromancer randomly summoned from the pile of corpses, but the elite legions forged by the Lich King's massacre in Northrend.
This time, he might actually die.
But so what, there are a few people who can live forever.
It is enough to die with value.
In true relief and magnanimity, the survivors of the old era prepare for the final battle for the arrival of the new era.
How long can we hold back? Every minute and second of persistence is meaningful. Every citizen's escape is to accumulate strength for future counterattacks.
The millions of people who could not surrender to Lordaeron were all surrendered to the Lich King.
This is what the fight for the Argent Dawn is about.
Beneath the ferocious appearance of the undead is ruthless discipline.
This is Ner'zhul's bad taste. He personally controls this army. Defeating these humans is not the purpose, but torturing their souls is interesting.
It's a tough battle, both in the sky and on the ground.
Elune's will seemed to whisper in his ears—end your enemies if you will.
"I don't!"
In the beginning, it was a calculation of profit and loss. Carlos believed that Naxxramas, the Flying Necropolis, was not worthy of his use of Elune's finishing power.
But in the end, Carlos himself didn't understand what he was fighting.
I just feel that if I use Elune's power, my persistence will be meaningless.
Carlos has fallen into the realm of demigod, and his power has its limits.
In other words, even the strongest demigod Malorne may not be able to prove against such a large number of Scourge.
Half of the gargoyles were shot down by Carlos, all the floating fortress cannons that were a huge threat to the city of Lordaeron were destroyed, and even one of Naxxramas' propulsion devices was exploded by Carlos.
If Carlos is given enough time, it seems that he can create miracles. It is not a dream to defeat the army with one ride.
But time was not on his side.
The war in Lordaeron is intensifying, and the people's chances of survival are getting slimmer and slimmer.
While the massacre was going on, Carlos's strength was failing.
Whether to insist on bravery to add glory to one's achievements, or to save more lives.
Carlos didn't hesitate.
The final impact of the Holy Light wiped out half of the enemies for the Silver Dawn soldiers in the west of Lordaeron. The Promised Land infused with the Holy Light was the line of defense to defend life.
His consciousness began to blur. Carlos crushed the wings of the nearest gargoyle and looked down at the city of Lordaeron. He found that there seemed to be a large number of people in the east city area blocked by city gates, blocking their way to survival.
so be it.
Breaking through the air blockade of the Scourge and giving up the long-distance goal of blocking the Naxxramas Necropolis.
He used the last power of holy light to cast the Holy Shield spell, turned his body into a meteor, and destroyed a section of the wall in the eastern part of Lordaeron.
Carlos has no regrets in this fight.
