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Diablo 2 Chapter 95: Their respective back-ups

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    "Don't let us down!" Listening to Bolvar's words, Bridget, who was dressed in military uniform, slapped her breastplate suddenly and shouted loudly: "Honor is my life! Before destroying those damn undead today,  I will never retreat!" After saying this, the former Scarlet Crusade general raised the warhammer in his hand high, with a bright holy light blooming all over his body, and then shouted loudly to the knights behind him.  Said: "Silver Hand, charge with me!" Nearly half of the rear army guards who have been serving as alliance commanders walked out, and the total number of white-armored cavalry was nearly a thousand. The white holy light also lit up on their bodies, and they stood up.  The horse dismounted and followed Bridget directly to the battlefield where the death knight was.  The Silver Hand, the most proud force of the human race in the Second Orc War, finally reunited after uniting the Scarlet Crusade, the Seventh Legion of Stormwind, and all the paladins of Theramore.  Reappear on the human battlefield.  Nearly a thousand people¡¯s white! Unmistakable! Holy light merged together. From a distance, it looked like a sun rising from behind the alliance¡¯s military formation. The place where it passed was filled with light and darkness receded.  As if seeing a ray of light in despair, the soldiers who were ravaged by the Death Knight's iron cavalry felt warm in their hearts, and the fear in their hearts inexplicably dissipated a lot. The cold death air in the sky no longer seemed so scary.  The war horse under her crotch kept accelerating, staring at the death knight troops in front. At this moment, Bridget felt that the blood in her body was boiling, and tears burst out of her eyes unconsciously.  How many years has it been?  Ever since Uther, the Lightbringer, broke up with Arthas, Prince of Lordaeron, and the Silver Hand was forcibly disbanded, he had never seen such a spectacular sight!  The motherland fell.  The isolated and helpless Knight of the Silver Hand could only watch the undead wreaking havoc, and his comrades died one after another in the siege of the skeleton soldiers.  In the end, the owner of the Holy Light, who was extremely powerful in the past, could only lead his people in vain and flee here and there, spending the day in embarrassment.  Falling from the peak to the bottom, their own powerlessness and past glory have made many knights of the Silver Hand crazy.  The more you have been in a high place, the more you have responsibilities and responsibilities, the less you can accept everything in front of you.  So the Scarlet Crusade, which was so fanatical that it was almost evil, was born, but it was not the continuation of the Silver Hand, but the unwillingness, struggle and escape of a group of powerless people because of their weakness, and they only took away the enemy by fighting crazily.  , take away the incompetent self, and finally leave a little bit of decent vanity.  His father, General Alfred Abidis, was like this, Attorney General Ethan Lean was so paranoid that he did not hesitate to go evil, and so was the Ashbringer who was extremely harsh on his son and eventually died at the hands of the other party.  Also like this.  Therefore, the Scarlet Crusade is not the Silver Hand. Bridget, who was also the general of the Scarlet Crusade, knows this very well.  But today on this battlefield, for the first time, she felt that the invincible, glorious and pious knights of the past were back.  It is no longer that I can only watch the tragedy happen, but I can only cry bitterly, I am no longer homeless and look at my hometown every day and cry sadly, and I am no longer struggling desperately but only to find my own powerlessness in the end, now  The Knights are different!  Only at this moment can you shoulder the expectations of the people behind you and be able to respond to their expectations, can you exchange your own blood and soul for the glory of victory, and rely on your own shoulders to protect your people.  Only Bridget and the paladins behind her dared to call themselves Silver Hands.  "Glory is my life!" "Holy light protects us!" "Piety, justice, mercy, bravery, sacrifice, glory!" Roaring loudly, as if to take back everything that has been lost, in the eyes of the knights of the Silver Hand  With hot tears, he plunged into the undead knight's formation, crushing the darkness like a sharp blade.  "Kill!" At this moment, Bridget forgot her identity as a heroic spirit under Mo Wen.  The holy light on his body was unprecedentedly pure, emitting dazzling light like a sun, vaguely like the messenger of light back then.  "Kill!" The holy knights' weapons mixed with holy light shattered the armor with death magic.  Use your own strength to send your former relatives, friends, and comrades back to peace.  "Kill!" Every moment a paladin falls, and every second a paladin lights himself up to deliver a fatal blow.  But the Paladins, who were numerically inferior, burst out with more powerful power at this time, which was the brilliance of faith.  The terrifying death knight was suppressed.  The terrifying black torrent was abruptly cut off, and countless shining points of light continued to bloom in the dark mist of death, like rays of sunlight at dawn.As usual, dazzling and full of hope, "Well done!" Standing in the rear, the alliance's commander Bolvar watched the death knights being intercepted, and the battlefield with the natural disaster returned to its previous appearance, gently  The ground breathed a sigh of relief, and then kept praising: "It is indeed the most powerful knights in the past, and it is worth all our efforts!" And standing next to him, Mo Wen, who had returned from killing Illidan,  Hearing this, he shrugged and said: "This is a natural thing. The power of the Paladin and the Death Knight are inherently incompatible with each other. Even if Bridget and the others cannot win, they can still do it by holding them back." He said here  , he glanced at Bridget, who was fighting selflessly among the death knights and had suffered several sword wounds. He rubbed his brows with a headache, "But isn't Bridget working too hard? If this continues, they won't even care.  It¡¯s a win, but it can only be a partial victory!¡± Bolvar didn¡¯t answer. As long as he could win this war, it didn¡¯t matter if all the knights of the Silver Hand died.  However, such words cannot be said blatantly, but the regent whispered softly: "Now that the undead have revealed their trump cards first, then the night elves should be next?" The mountainside of the Holy Mountain of Hyjal  , Staghelm looked at the Death Knight troops in trouble with a gloomy face, but there was a hint of gloom in his eyes, and there was a spread of Salorian's hands next to him.  He said innocently: "Commander, we have tried our best, you should have seen it. It is not our fault!" Deer Helmet frowned slightly, but waved his hand.  "I know, I'm not blind!" With some hesitation on his face, Fandral finally took off the horn hanging from his waist with a pained expression and put it to his mouth.  "Staghhelt, are you sure you want to do this?" Tyrande seemed to know something. He looked at the horn, his eyes a little dim, and said: "Those damn centaurs are not kind beings, and the Alliance's griffon troops are still  They haven't been deployed much. I'm afraid they won't have much effect if they come. It's not worth it to take Cenarius's horn for this!" But Staghelm glanced at her sideways and asked calmly: "Then, Your Excellency, the High Priest!  , Do you have any other ways to reverse the current situation?"  Tyrande was speechless. Even if she didn't have the top strategic vision of Staghelm, she could still see that the current situation was not good for them.  Ignoring her anymore, Deer Helmet put the horn to his mouth and blew it hard.  "Buzz! Buzz!" A long and silent horn sounded on the mountainside, and even the chaotic battlefield did not cover up the sound.  There is a forest a few miles outside Mount Hyjal.  A huge monster with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse was resting under the shade of a tree. Its ears moved slightly, and then its whole body stood upright. A ferocious smile suddenly appeared on its long and broad face.  shouted loudly.  "It's the horn of the ancestors! Those night elves couldn't stand it anymore and finally compromised with us!" "The power of the ancestors belongs to me. With it, I will definitely become stronger!" "Young guys, come out.  Come on!" Along with the monster's cry, from behind the tree and on the back of the rock.  Centaurs jumped out one after another, carrying spears and battle axes.  The fur on his body had a bright luster, but his eyes were full of violence.  Centaurs are the descendants of Zaltar, the son of the night elf demigod Cenarius, and the evil and chaotic elemental creature Princess Theradras. These brutal creatures did not inherit the mercy of their ancestors and demigods, but instead followed their mother clan into chaos.  Robbery, killing, almost all kinds of evil, even the night elves who have a close relationship with them don't want to see them.  But after all, they have inherited the blood of the demigods, but Cenarius's horn has a considerable effect on them and can greatly enhance their strength. Therefore, this time Staghelm used this horn to fight with their leader.  A trade in exchange for the centaur's help.  Looking at the thousands of sturdy warriors in front of him with satisfaction, the centaur leader¡¯s mouth cracked and he raised his big hand.  "Let's go!" Thousands of centaurs went straight to the direction of Mount Hyjal in a mighty manner. A quarter of an hour later, Bolvar, the alliance's rear army, listened to the report of his scouts and frowned slightly.  Wrinkled, "Centaurs? They actually came to join in the fun?" He looked at the smoke and dust gradually rising on the horizon in the distance, and sneered disdainfully: "These night elves are really mean, what are they really?"  We need such allies!¡± ¡°Because of the chaotic attributes of centaurs, they have always been disliked by all races. In the eyes of humans, they are almost equal to robbers and bandits, and they are despised existences.  UncleVal looked at the dwarf beside him and smiled slightly, "Lord Magni, it's your turn to appear!" When the bronzebeard dwarf heard this, he jumped, grabbed his sledgehammer with one hand, and grabbed his sledgehammer with the other hand.  He pulled up Falstad, the leader of the Wildhammer dwarves, and ran towards his gryphon, as if he was afraid that Bolvar would regret it!  While running, he shouted: "It's long past time for us to play, grandma, we dwarves are not here just to watch a show!" Bolvar and Mo Wen looked at each other, both smiling slightly.  Because the night elves have many archers, and hunters and druids also have many secret methods to drive away wild beasts, the alliance did not directly send the dwarf griffin knights to attack, but kept them as a trump card.  But for the enthusiastic and generous dwarves, it is obviously very uncomfortable to watch their allies fight bloody battles on the front lines while they stay safely in the rear.  I saw Magni Bronzebeard riding his gryphon, raising the giant hammer in his hand and shouting to the dwarves behind him: "Fellow dwarves, it's time for us to go on the field. Let us teach those people a lesson."  Damn centaurs!" With Magni's order, two thousand griffins flew into the sky.  At the same time, another group of thousands of dwarf warriors moved out from the back of the battle formation carrying war hammers.  They lined up in a row, firmly blocking the middle of the Centaur and Alliance military formations.  A moment later.  A fierce fight unfolded outside the alliance battlefield on the night elf side.  Above, the griffins swooped down carrying the dwarf knights. The griffins used their sharp claws to tear and peck at the centaur battle formation, leaving the centaurs with scars. The dwarves on their backs even took the opportunity to swing their sledgehammers.  One after another, they opened fire on the centaurs around them, and the centaurs were not to be outdone. Many of them did not slow down and directly put away the long weapons in their hands.  Then he took out a bow and arrow from his back and fired randomly into the air. Many griffins fell down in response, and together with the knights on them, they were hacked to pieces by the attacking centaurs.  On the ground, as soon as the military formations of the two sides came into contact, there was a chaos. Many dwarves were directly trampled to death by the centaurs. Hundreds of dwarves died in just one encounter.  But more centaurs had their horses¡¯ legs smashed by the dwarfs who were not afraid of death, and fell to the ground wailing.  Immediately, they were punished with a hammer on the forehead. Relying on their strong strength and unnecessary courage, the dwarves stopped the centaurs' charge and intercepted them outside the alliance's battle line.  Mount Hyjal.  Seeing that the much-anticipated reinforcements were still making no achievements, at this moment, Staghelm strangely said nothing, his expression terrifyingly calm.  "Is this the result you want?" Tyrande instead sneered.  Because the horn of Cenarius originally belonged to her lover Malfurion, she was reminded of it when she saw it.  The high priest was naturally dissatisfied with Shikui who traded his lover's relics, "Calling a group of bandits to attack our momentum?" Because the successive attempts did not achieve the corresponding results.  The night elves have almost reached their limit. The hunter pets on the frontline are almost dead. The entire military line is crumbling under the fierce attack of the alliance and may collapse at any time.  Faced with Tyrande's question, Staghelm remained unmoved, and instead asked: "Your Majesty, your distinguished high priest, what have you done at this time? At least I have done something for the survival of the night elves.  A lot of things were done, and you just watched from the sidelines?¡±  At this time, Lu Helmet's hand tightened slightly, as if he was holding something. From between his fingers, he could see that it was a black object.  A glimmer of light flashed in Tyrande's eyes, and he glanced at Staghelm's palm thoughtfully, then fell silent.  After a while, she gathered her long hair and walked towards the priests not far away.  "Fandral, I hope you know what you are doing and don't bring disaster to the night elves! Otherwise, even if you are the leader of the druids, I will not let you go!" "Now I want to host it.  The ceremony seeks refuge from the goddess, and I hope that when the ceremony is over, you can bring me news of victory! " "What a scheming woman!" Looking at Tyrande walking away, Staghelm cursed softly.  He naturally understood what Tyrande meant, and she was probably well aware of his collusion with Deathwing, so leaving at this time would naturally mean severing the relationship.  If Staghelm wins, everything will be easy. If not, she will definitely use this matter to settle the matter afterwards. Even if Staghelit is immortal, he will definitely have a layer of skin pulled out, and maybe it will be given to the alliance as an apology gift.  .  But now, Staghelm has no way out. He can only go to the dark side and crush the token that Deathwing gave him before the war started.  And with the shattering of that scale, the battlefield just startedNothing has changed.  But then a burst of rumbling sounds continued from far to near. It was small at first, but finally exploded in everyone's ears like muffled thunder.  A pitch-black figure came with roaring flames. The huge figure almost covered the entire sun, casting a long black shadow on the battlefield, covering half of the battlefield.  Both the alliance soldiers and the night warriors looked at the mountain-like monster in the sky in horror, trembling under the substantive pressure.  With a loud bang, the black dragon wearing ferocious armor suddenly landed on the top of Mount Hyjal, causing the entire holy mountain to shake.  Its size is so huge that the giant world tree that looks to others looks like an ordinary tree next to it.  Raising his head and spitting out a flame dozens of meters long, Deathwing poked his head out from behind the World Tree and roared at the Alliance's military formation.  "Kael'thas? Sunstrider, the great Deathwing has come to take revenge on you. Are you ready to die?!" That huge voice carried the strong wind and blew the hair of countless warriors, and the shocking appearance of Deathwing directly  Most of the alliance soldiers began to feel stiff. With such a huge size and strong power, it was impossible for them to fight against it.  But in the alliance army formation, Mo Wen curled his lips when he looked at the ferocious and sturdy black armor on Deathwing. The next moment, his loud voice also sounded in the formations of the two armies.  "Looking for revenge from me, Deathwing, you must have been brainbroken by me last time, right? Or did changing your vest give you the courage to appear in front of me?" At this moment, countless alliance soldiers said:  Mo Wen was so impressed that they couldn't think of anyone who could face that kind of monster without fear. More importantly, judging from Mo Wen's tone, he had even won the battle before.  But listening to Mo Wen's sarcasm, Deathwing was not angry either, spitting out a series of sinister chuckles from his mouth.  "Really? Then I hope you can think so after seeing the little gift I prepared for you!" With the laughter of the Black Dragon King, the battlefield between the alliance and the dark night changed again, and the two armies were connected.  On the battle line, the ground suddenly collapsed, revealing a huge pit. Thousands of monsters with horns on their heads and scales on their bodies sprang out from the ground, waving their claws and frantically killing the Alliance soldiers.  .  These monsters are extremely powerful and their scales are extremely strong. Ordinary soldiers are no match for them. They are torn into pieces in the blink of an eye. For a time, the alliance's defense line is already in danger.  (To be continued) PS: Thanks to ¡îFallen Angel, -Remnant Wings-Stardust-, Baozi Coffee, markzheng, ^_^Leilei for their monthly tickets and Eternal Chaos Truth, ang3456987 for their rewards.  Chapter 95: Respective chapters:
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