You're not worthy!
These three words were like a bolt from the blue!
It fiercely struck Reynolds's head, shattering his spirit, dignity, and pride, leaving not a single shred of it behind.
He was a very competitive person. As the son of the famous Ashbringer, his noble birth did not make him lose his desire to fight. He always wanted to be a hero like his father, but as the son of the Ashbringer, he was always shrouded in his father's light. His competitive nature did not want to rely on his father's protection. He wanted to prove to his father that he was a brave and fearless warrior.
Unfortunately, Renault was born at the wrong time.
Ever since Alexandros successfully became a Paladin, Renault had been trained as a Paladin. In fact, his talent was not too bad. It would not be a problem for him to become a third-rate Paladin.
However, because the Alliance had Duque, the strongest group of Paladins was basically preserved. The top Paladins were the Four Silver Saints and Alexandros. Below them were Riadeline, Abbendis, Bolvar, and Reginald Windsor.
The third-rate Paladins Duque did not care about them at all.
However, Renault's own strength was not just one level lower.
Alright!
The Alliance did not lack Paladins, but they lacked Priests!
Without a Priest, Duque would be in a difficult position! Not only did he have to use Beneditas, who he knew was a scam, Duque did not hesitate to drag Kalia along. In the end, he remembered that Sally did not fall into the Scarlet Crusade in this life. In the end, Duque, who was roping in able-bodied men all over the world, captured Sally as well.
As a result, after the Molten Core expedition, Sally Whitemane, who was Renault's childhood friend, suddenly became the new heroine of the Alliance. The entire Holy Church was singing Sally's name.
What new generation Saintess, what hope of the Holy Light, it was as mushy as mushy could be.
Without comparison, there would be no harm.
The adopted daughter that he brought back became a hero, while his own son looked like a mediocre Paladin. It would be strange if Alexandros had a good expression.
The old man did not approve of Renault's performance. He found fault with his son everywhere and often reprimanded Renault in public. This made Renault, who was extremely proud, very unhappy.
In fact, the Great Lord had always hoped that his son would become a true hero.
Perhaps this was what it meant to be resentful of iron for not becoming steel!
If it had been another family, perhaps the father and son would have been able to reach some sort of balance and continue to maintain their reputation. Unfortunately, their surname is Mograine. From the old Lordaeron to the new Lordaeron, from the Terenas to the Kalia Eras, their every move would be magnified infinitely.
Almost on the same night that Reynold was reprimanded, rumors began to spread in the city: Highlord Alessandro was going to abolish the elder and replace the younger with the younger, so that his youngest son, Darion Mograine, would inherit the title. He was even going to take back the famous [Ashbringer] when Theon retired.
Darian was Alexandros' youngest son. Like most families, Alexandros loved his youngest son very much, which also caused Reynolds to be extremely jealous of his younger brother …
Three days later, Reynolds suddenly came looking for his father.
"Marshal Mograine! The Scourge has been spotted upstream of the Sodoril River, west of Stratholme! " In the military camp in the city, Reynold rushed back with a scout who was half covered in blood and had been hit by a dark magic spell.
Alessandro immediately stood up and clapped his hands, using [Exorcism] to expel the dark power from the scout's body. "What? How many soldiers are there? "
"About three thousand normal bones, five hundred ghouls, more than twenty low-level death knights, and a possibly mid-level lich," the scout replied weakly.
Alessandro handed the scout over to the army's priest and took out an epic weapon from his dimensional bag, the [Hammer of Fate] that looked like two large bones attached to a stick. This crimson weapon was not just a little bit inferior to the [Ashbringer] he used before, but it was still an item of Mount Hyjal level, so it was passable.
"Gather the mobile troops on duty! Move out immediately! " After giving the order, Alessandro turned to look at Abbendis. "Alfred, I'll leave Stratholme to you."
"Don't worry." They were old partners, so they could understand each other's thoughts with just a look.
While the floating fortress Naxxramas was running around the world, the two of them were basically guarding the Stratholme area. Abbendis, who was better at defense, was in charge of guarding the city, while Old Mograine, who was stronger in attack, was in charge of cleaning up the remnants of the Scourge.
Under Old Mograine's leadership, a team of fifty professionals, mainly Paladins, accompanied by three hundred knights and two thousand rapid-response infantry, set off from Stratholme.
The so-called rapid-response infantry was, to put it bluntly, infantry who could barely ride horses. Their skills were not enough for them to fight on warhorses, so they purely used horses as a means of rapid movement. When they got close to the battlefield, they would dismount and fight in traditional infantry phalanxes.
Originally, when Duque set up this unit, he wanted to call it the Dragon Cavalry according to the customs on Earth. However, he was strongly criticized by a certain queen from the Sleeping Dragon Temple. How dare they call themselves Dragon Cavalry without riding dragons?
In the end, they changed it to the rapid-response infantry.
In flat areas, the Alliance had basically deployed tanks, but in areas with complex terrain, where gnome helicopters had not yet been popularized, the traditional griffin knights and cavalry were still the most useful.
The Scourge was the most troublesome thing.
Once it appeared, it would spread like the plague if it was not put out immediately. If they did not leave it alone for three days, the Scourge could turn all living people within a radius of hundreds of kilometers into zombies.
Ordinary local armies had no way of dealing with the remnants of the Scourge. The only thing they could do now was to improve the warning system as much as possible, and then use the elites to wipe them out.
Under the reconnaissance and guidance of the griffin knights, Old Mograine and his team quickly arrived at the scene. What made them angry was that the Scourge was planning to pour pots of unknown green substances into the river.
Needless to say, it was most likely a deadly poison.
This made Old Mograine furious.
The Sodorir River was not only the dividing line between the East and West Plaguelands, but also a very important lifeline for the entire Lordaeron Kingdom. The water that flowed from its source ran from north to south across the entire Lordaeron Kingdom, and its tributaries watered 70% of the kingdom's farmland.
Not only that, but in the middle of the river was a very important inland freshwater lake, Lake Daromir. Not long ago, Duque had reached an agreement with the Hydrathean Water Elemental. The Water Elemental had sent experts to purify Lake Daromir and turn it into Lordaeron's most important freshwater fish farm.
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