The Wind Elemental Prince is like a large recycling station. All the messy things are broken down by the surging elemental power in his body, and finally turn into primitive energy and dissipate into the air.

This internal circulation process is very environmentally friendly, but it is too much harm for him personally.

He became more and more angry as he fought. All the hatreds that Sylvanas had gathered and created were cut to death by him. More than a dozen bat knights who threw garbage cans on him were torn to pieces.

Even the Forgotten soldiers were killed one after another, all of which were the kind of death where the whole body was swept into a hurricane, the body, armor, and the fire of the undead were shattered.

With huge casualties, the Forgotten used the barrier to trap Prince Wind Element. The Withered One wanted to capture this big guy, and then transformed it into the escort of the Banshee King.

The mage among the Forgotten Ones also had similar thoughts. It is really rare that a Feng Elemental Prince who appears in the material world is so unforgettable. If you don’t study it, you will be sorry for your knowledge.

The senior executive and the old knight wanted to fight quickly. The two were worried that this matter was not isolated, but the Withered and the mage were all opposed, so their opinions were ignored gorgeously.

Vanessa, who was watching from a distance, also saw the tragic situation of the Wind Elemental Prince. Her green appearance. Not to mention that the King of Wind Elemental Orakir didn't recognize him, even if he pulled the King of Fire Demons over, he might not be able to see who this is. If he didn't say anything, he should fight quickly!

Old Fording nodded to her, signaling that the troops were ready.

Jaina also said that the mage was ready.

Steam tanks that have entered the preset battlefield also send a signal of ready access.

Several giant dragons and artillerymen who were ambushing in the dark also received signals, and everything was ready.

Vanessa replaced the Paladin's judgment armor and Ashcandy's Brotherhood Sword, and she turned on her horse.

The Brotherhood Sword was raised high, and the dark red sword body was shining with a bitter cold light at this moment.

When we were mobilizing in Nanhai Town before, many former Blood Crusaders noticed that this two-handed sword that looked powerful was not an outsider, and the quality of the weapon could be seen at a glance.

They didn't know what kind of sword this was, and people around them didn't know it at that time.

Now seeing Vanessa taking out the sword and swaying again, she naturally asked the people around her.

"Oh, I heard that this highness has been living in the south before. You all came from the south, right? Do you know what kind of sword she is in her hand?"

There were soldiers from the First Legion around me, all of whom were Vanessa's direct descendants. Although the accents of the north and south were a little different, the difference was not big.

They knew very well about this sword. Vanessa specifically instructed her subordinates to tell the origin of the sword in the army.

Just like the abdication of the dynasty in her previous life, she also created a particularly orthodox logical relationship for the Sword of the Brotherhood. It was probably said that Emperor Soladin passed it to her direct descendants, and Sir Lothar passed it to the Storm Royal Family. In the end, King Varian of the Storm Royal Family passed the sword to her!

The soldiers of the First Legion faced the inquiry from their comrades beside them, and they were full of pride: "I know, that sword is the legendary Ashkandi Brotherhood Sword, the famous King's Sword!"

The soldiers of the former Blood Crusader were shocked and their mouths were wide open. No wonder this sword is so cool. It turns out to be the King's Sword!

Similar conversations continued to spread below, and Vanessa gave another speech in front of the scene. There was no way, so the people here would just take this trick.

"The messenger of light has been watching us, for our descendants, for Lordaeron, for the alliance! No captives are left in this battle, and all sins belong to me! Kill all the undead you see, Lordaeron's descendants! Follow me to charge!"

Jaina took the lead in casting spells, and many mages removed the illusion barrier. Then the mages used wind-type spells to disperse the dark clouds above the Tirisfalin land, and the sunlight shone little by little on the soldiers.

The bone-bone coldness seemed to be dispelled by the warm light, and the fatigue of the three-day marching was eliminated. The already fanatical former blood-colored crusaders were full of fighting spirit.

"Woo" many soldiers sounded the trumpet, Vanessa rushed out first, and the big man Herod personally followed with the royal flag and a thousand palace guards.

Old Fording looked at the open space behind, and nodded at the human-shaped light and shadow that only he could see in the open space, meaning that old friends should bless us, I'll get on too!

He followed the king's flag and rushed into the second echelon.

A group of young paladins also joined the charge, and the will and beliefs of the people gathered together. The holy light shone on the earth. The golden light set off most of the sky. The soldiers without war horses also shouted and rushed to the battlefield.

"Arsace, have you seen it? Fear will not defeat the Lordaerons, and the strong Lordaerons will rebuild their homes!" Uther's heroic spirit has been busy for the past two days. He just followed the army for a while. He didn't say anything, but Cromi, who had been yelling to sleep, was forced to run around by him.

Cromi, the bronze dragon who turned into a little dwarf, looked depressed. She looked around and saw that there was a ghost Alsace around her! Who are you talking to? She looked at the timeline again. Alsace sat well on the Ice Throne. No matter how you see that the master and apprentice did not have the ability to talk from a distance, Uther, the heroic spirit, must be confused!

She reiterated the old story: "Just let me go back to sleep, I promise not to make trouble."

Uther was not shaken at all: "I have to look at you."

Cromi gave in again: "Then let's find a place to rest, let me sleep peacefully, don't take me back and forth? OK? Aren't you tired?"

Uther rejected the proposal again: "I want to see Lordaeron's revival with my own eyes."

"Then you go and see!"

"No, I'm afraid you will run away."

"Then you keep me away!"

"No, I don't have time, I want to watch Lordaeron revival with my own eyes."

Cromi:"

Faced with the Paladin heroic spirit who was unable to get into the air, even though Cromi claimed to be smart and witty, there was no way out at this time.

"Old stubborn!"

"Thank you for the compliment."

They were gritting their mouths behind, and the sound of the horns of Lordaeron's army was already ringing in the sky.

Well?! Whether it is the Withered, the Old Knight, or the Senior Executive, they have served in Lordaeron's army during their lifetime. Even though the Old Knight is a southerner, when dealing with orcs, the army also uses Lordaeron's horn as a charge signal. The three of them are familiar with this horn.

The wither rushed to the city with two steps in three steps, and the other two followed him to take a closer look.
Chapter completed!