Rise of the blood elves

176【Cremation】

The battle is over.

The casualties were calculated and the number of dead reached nearly 1.Among them, the Knights of the Silver Hand and its regular troops suffered the most heavy losses. These dedicated believers in the Holy Light will always appear in the most intense battles. With an unparalleled sense of mission, for the sake of justice and noble beliefs, Willing to give his life.

These people are the most honorable soldiers.

The Silverpine Forest under the sun is still dangerous, and the Scourge in the direction of Lordaeron may still launch another attack.

There was no time to grieve, so the coalition survivors hurriedly treated their wounds. After a short rest, they began to clean the battlefield with the help of the Gilneans.

An open space has been cleared in the center of the battlefield, and layers of firewood have been piled up.Someone was holding an oil can brought by the defenders of Greymane Wall and pouring fire oil on it.

Soldiers in twos and threes dragged and carried the bodies of their comrades with solemn faces, and then placed the bodies on the firewood with respect.Piece together the broken remains of your comrades, wipe off the blood on their armor, and do your best to give them a decent funeral.

No one spoke during the process.

In order to prevent the remains from being desecrated by natural disasters, the coalition forces had to conduct centralized cremations.

The victims should have had a more dignified burial, and they were transported to the Order's holy place, the Light's Hope Chapel, where they became one of the thousands of souls resting in the catacombs.The vast distance between that place and this place made this an impossible act.

"Justice will be done through you,"

"The sublime is explained by you,"

"May the Holy Light always protect your heroic spirits, and may your legacy always illuminate the path forward for us all."

"Your sacrifice"

"Will be remembered forever"

As corpses were carried here one after another, soldiers from all ethnic groups gathered around the towering pyre.Whether it is the priests of the Silver Hand, the priests of the blood elves, or the Wildhammer dwarves and orcs, they are all saying their last prayers in their own way.

"No"

An old paladin with gray hair was anxiously looking for something. After seeing a corpse on the edge of the pyre, he was shaken and ran forward like crazy. He pushed the corpse away and placed it properly. Several soldiers hugged the young body.

"Townsend wake up, son."

The old paladin held the young man's pale face and called softly.However, he felt that his son's weight was unusually light. With such a hug, he actually lifted his upper body.

Just a "hula" sound was heard, and thick blood, internal organs fragments, and purple intestines flowed all over the floor.

The old paladin was stunned, his eyes slowly moved down, and he saw that his son's body had been cut into two parts, with the lower body still on the ground.

The thigh-thick wound on the abdomen would not have caused such a horrific scene, but his actions completely destroyed the integrity of the corpse, causing the last bit of skin, flesh and bones connected to the waist and abdomen of the corpse to break.

The few paladins who transported the body had no time to stop them, so they sighed secretly and stood quietly behind.In this spine-chilling horrific scene, no one looked away, and no one spoke to offer useless comfort, because they knew that they were facing a father who was experiencing the pain of losing his son.

"No no no no"

The old paladin was helpless and put his son's upper body back to its original position, picked up the fuzzy flesh and blood, and stuffed it back indiscriminately, while calling for the help of the Holy Light over and over again.

Holy radiance continued to appear in his palms, trying in vain to heal his long-dead son, but no matter how hard he tried, the body was still so cold, and the fragments of internal organs and purple intestines were still flowing all over the floor, even with a few broken sections. of spine.

"Townsend"

"Townsend, my son no"

After realizing that his efforts were fruitless, the old paladin threw himself on his son and sobbed softly.

Like the old Paladin, the young man who died in the battle also wore the standard armor of the Silver Hand. It seems that both father and son are members of the Silver Hand.This kind of thing should have been reported as a good talk, but now a scene has happened where the white-haired man gave the black-haired man a gift, and the father and son have been separated forever.

Such a thing is not an exception.

During the Second War 14 years ago, a large number of brave Alliance soldiers died at the hands of the orcs, and the human generation almost broke apart.After the war, there were almost no young men in their 30s or [-]s in the fields. Most of the workers were women with children aged seven or eight.

This old paladin is an honorary veteran of World War II.After the war ended, he enjoyed peace for more than ten years, but due to the invasion of natural disasters, he took up arms again and stood on the front line of resisting natural disasters with his twenty-year-old son.

Perhaps, in the past few years, this old paladin had been in the Knights of the Silver Hand, just like Tirion Fordring who was exiled at that time. He proudly witnessed the ceremony of his son's baptism into the Knights. .

Until the arrival of natural disasters broke the peaceful life.

In war, death is inevitable, but as a member of the Silver Hand, no one is afraid of sacrifice. As long as the sacrifice is meaningful, it is not a terrible thing.

But the old paladin would not have thought that it was not his son who died because of Townsend's cold body temperature, which announced a bloody fact to him.

"I curse you, Scourge."

The old paladin looked at his son's pale face, suddenly raised his head to the sky and roared, saying hoarsely:

"I curse you, I curse you with the Holy Light"

His resolute face was covered with tears. The tears were mixed with blood and mud, and dripped into his son's blood.

With the roar, the holy light flowing on his armor began to dissipate little by little.

Like the church, the Knights of the Silver Hand also have a permanent prosecutorial agency within the Order. The purpose is to judge and sanction those members who betray their oaths and violate the creed they once firmly believed in after their guidance fails.Usually such sanctions are based on principle and will not be imposed unless a serious mistake is made.Just like a year ago, during the process of rescuing the orc Eitrigg, Intirion attacked several former comrades and Alliance soldiers, committing a crime of collaboration that was extremely despised by the people. Everyone hated the orcs, and the Knights Only then did he jointly decide with the Alliance to be charged with treason, deprived of the power of the Holy Light, and expelled from the Knights forever.

But at this time, no one would care about the blasphemous words of this old paladin who lost his beloved son.

The few paladins who carried the body found that the prayer had come to an end and that many soldiers were holding torches high and about to light the firewood tower, so they helped him up together.

"The cremation has begun, Harold."

The fire burst into the sky.

The heat wave hit their faces, and the three commanders of the knights not far from the fire saw what had just happened, but no one said anything, they just sighed deeply.Under the reflection of the dancing firelight, the expressions of the three people were a little heavy.

Genn Greymane, King of the Kingdom of Gilneas, was beside them.

"Their sacrifices will be remembered." He said solemnly, "What are your plans next?"

Dathrohan glanced at Drek'Thar, who was summoning strong winds to fan the fire, and replied: "According to the original plan of the coalition forces, march eastward to Dalaran and regain the Hillsbrad Hills. After this battle, the natural disasters on Dararan Laran's control has been weakened a lot. Material support from the Kingdom of Stormwind, the Bronzebeard dwarves of Khaz Modan, and Kul Tiras are on the way. With this material support, we can move from having settled down in the Arathi Highlands. By recruiting new soldiers from the refugees of Lordaeron, we can continue to fight this protracted war."

Greymane nodded, "I will send troops to Ambermere to guard the mountain passes for you and resist attacks from Silverpine Forest."

His words surprised the three of them, and they looked at each other.

Greymane's perfidy was obvious to all. They had long been prepared to watch after the battle, but the king still chose to close the door and watch from the sidelines.I also plan to use some persuasion to explain to them the need to step out of the high wall to participate in the war, and then jointly fight against natural disasters.

"Facts have proven that this high wall cannot play its intended role in the face of the Scourge." Greymane looked back at the hole-riddled Greymane Wall and sighed.

In fact, he also understood that this was the case. Once the natural disaster attacked Gilneas, even if it was defended by a giant wall, Gilneas' limited military strength would be difficult to resist.The complacency in the strategic policy earlier was entirely due to the fact that the focus of the natural disaster's attack was not in this direction.

Angmar changed history and weakened the strength of the North in disguise, making the Kingdom of Gilneas, a region that was originally a secondary target of the Scourge, become the primary target of attack.

It has to be said that the timeline is really not an either-or question.Faced with one choice after another, you never know what is waiting for you tomorrow. Maybe you are full of good intentions, but the result is likely to be tragic.The combination of various complex factors makes changing history not an easy task.

"I will unite with you."

Greymane ended the short conversation with a decisive word.

At the edge of the forest, in a deserted corner, the tired Angmar stood there with his eyes closed, whether he was meditating or contemplating.

He had just left a group of his fellow mages.

The Flame Strike showed such power that many members of the coalition, including the Knights of the Silver Hand, cited it as a supreme artifact that could be of great help in future battles. After a lot of research and exploration, I hope that one day I can control the unknown magic that is beyond the existing knowledge of magic in the Flame Strike, so that it can once again display its power.

But only Angmar knew that the power of time left by "Angemar" on that artifact had been exhausted, and it was now just a simple flame strike, no longer special.But he couldn't explain anything to everyone, so he could only let them do what they did.

Suddenly, the temperature in the secluded forest dropped sharply.

A vigorous female high elf figure "emerged" from Angmar's body.

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