Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 478: Uther

In the final analysis, the infantry of Dalaran was like a stepmother, purely cannon fodder in front of the Dalaran Mage Corps. When the battle was normal, they could still exert their combat power above the standard. In this situation, the left wing also began to collapse.

This was not a situation that could be saved by the thousand-odd men of Thoras's Highland Knights.

The middle lane, the worst is the middle lane.

Except for the Scarlet Crusade of Mograine and Abendis who were still resisting, all the noble troops of Lordaeron had been killed by the orcs.

Those fully armed peasants began to throw away their weapons and armor, and fled in a frenzy, regretting that their parents had not given them two legs.

There was no supervisory team, because even the supervisory team of the Lordaeron people was scared away by the sudden appearance of the huge fire element. What's worse, although the king's flag of Terenas was still there, Anduin looked around twice and couldn't find the figure of King Terenas.

You know, in order to show off, he wears a golden helmet and golden armor, and always rides a pure white purebred Lordaeron horse without a single stray hair, and whose back is almost as tall as a person.

But now it's nowhere to be seen!

If the rear guard where King Terenas was located was attacked and he was killed in battle, it would definitely cause an outcry.

Now seeing the hypocritical flag of Lordaeron fluttering hollowly in the scorching wind, Anduin felt nauseous.

Recalling an hour ago, the 250,000 human army held high their bright swords and spears, almost piercing the dark clouds in the sky with the cold light of their weapons. On the black land of the canyon, human infantrymen wearing shining silver armor marched in unison. Looking around, there were countless swallowtail flags and spear flags, each with the shield emblem of the leading knight painted on it.

How magnificent was that brilliant and splendid army formation, like a shining ribbon? It simply made Lothar, the commander, feel relaxed and fascinated.

But now! ?

"Damn it!"

Anduin's face turned pale as he watched the situation deteriorate further. Beside him, the Stormwind Knights also collapsed. Not because of morale, but because the Knights were heavy cavalry in the standard sense. The knights in heavy armor couldn't even get on the horse without the help of servants. Now that they suddenly fell, they couldn't recover in half an hour.

It was not until this moment that he was shocked to realize that he could only mobilize less than ten paladins of the Silver Hand.

Gavin Rader is back, specifically requested by Duke.

Turalyon also silently rode his horse to stand beside Uther.

The gathering of the five paladins, Uther, Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathrohan, Turalyon, and Gavinrad, made Anduin feel as if he was reliving the first time they met.

Uther rode his horse to Lothar and said, "All the paladins of the Silver Hand are here! We seek instructions from Lord Anduin Lothar, the leader of the Alliance!"

Instructions...?

Isn't this asking me to let you die?

Lothar held his breath for a moment.

As a descendant of Emperor Thoradin, he still remembered the stories his father told him when he was young.

It's also the last battle.

In those barbaric times when the boundaries of human beings were still divided by clans, it often took seven or eight clans to gather a cavalry team. As a result, many times, even the origins and names of the sacrificed human cavalry were not recorded.

However, it was this group of people who made the same request to Thoradin at the most critical moment of the final battle.

"Please give me instructions!"

They knew that what came from their leader's mouth would be an order that would almost certainly lead to their death.

Knowing that you are most likely applying for a one-way ticket to hell.

They still said it out loud: "Please give instructions!"

History seems to have surprising overlaps.

2,800 years ago, a row of cavalrymen, their faces even pale from malnutrition, walked towards Thoradin, holding up their rough spears, and challenged him to a fight.

2,800 years later, a group of knights with the same small number said the same words in almost the same way, which evoked the memory of Lothar that seemed to be dormant in his blood and originated from 2,800 years ago.

When he was still young, Lothar once thought about what response he would make when faced with such a choice.

But now, Lothar was shocked to find that there was only one answer.

And this only answer, at this moment, seemed to linger in his mind like a ghost, driving his facial muscles and tongue to speak out the answer...

Lothar pointed at the 200,000 aggressive orcs and said, "Attack! For the future of mankind!"

Yes! For the future of mankind!

Uther and the other nine paladins bowed slightly at the same time. Then, with a loud shout from Uther, a dazzling golden light surrounded him and his weapon: "In the name of Holy Light! We will not tolerate such barbaric existence!"

The ten paladins held their heads high, they did not use their lances, which were a burden to the paladins, they just raised their war hammers high. The paladins' unique white-gold warhorses began to speed up and trotted on the battlefield.

It seemed that their small team was discovered, and then two paladins who were fighting fiercely joined their team.

Lothar was a little confused and smiled bitterly.

On the battlefield, there was no longer an organized team of archers or javelin throwers to protect them.

There were no ballistae, let alone mages. Almost all mages were frightened by the terrifying magic that could burn mana, and the mages in Dalaran were running away from the terrifying fire elemental monster at high speed.

How much of a storm could a mere twelve holy knights stir up? How could he expect them to turn the tide in this corrupt battle?

At first, no one noticed that a small golden wave appeared on the battlefield.

Everywhere were fleeing human soldiers and orc warriors who were laughing wildly as they chased humans. They were still galloping on their horses. Although there were only twelve of them, their momentum was no less than that of thousands of troops.

The brilliant golden holy light enveloped these knights, and from a distance, every face seemed so blurry.

But there is a vague illusion, as if they are the messengers sent by the ancestors of mankind, inheriting the will from the past, taking steps towards the future, and fighting for that sacred answer.

For the future of mankind!

At this time, Duke looked far away from the right wing towards the central formation. The entire main formation seemed to have become a green ocean. Above the ocean, the Horde's unique rough ivory flags and bone-decorated flags were floating.

From time to time, reflections of human weapons flashed across the sky. Mograine's army was still struggling, but it was only a matter of time before they were annihilated.

Just then, Duke caught a glimpse of Uther's bright gold color.

The corners of Duke's mouth curved upward.

"Yes! This is the Uther I know. This is the Azeroth I know, full of heroes!"