At the end of the day, the Dalajan infantrymen were just like cannon fodder in front of the Dalajan mages. When the battle was normal, they could still exert more power than usual. But now, the left wing was starting to collapse.
This was not a situation that could be salvaged by Solas's Highland Knights.
The middle lane was the worst.
Apart from Mograine and Abbendis's Scarlet Cross who were still resisting, the rest of the Rotterdam nobles had been killed by the Orcs.
The heavily armed farmers started to abandon their armor, hating the fact that their parents didn't give them an extra pair of legs. They were running for their lives.
There was no longer a supervising team, because even the Rotterdam's supervising team was scared away by the sudden appearance of the Fire Elemental. What was worse was that although Terenas' flag was still there, Andoine could not find King Terenas after looking around for two full rounds.
In order to look cool, he wore golden armor and always rode a purebred Lordaeron horse that was pure white without a single strand of hair, and its back was almost as tall as a human.
But now, he was nowhere to be seen!
If King Terenas' rear was attacked, and he died, it would definitely cause a commotion.
Now that Andoine saw the hypocritical Rotterdam Kingdom's flag fluttering emptily in the blazing wind, he felt nauseous.
Thinking back to an hour ago, the 250,000-strong human army raised their sharp swords and spears, almost piercing the dark clouds in the sky with the cold light of their weapons. On the black soil of the canyon, the human infantrymen in shiny silver armor advanced together. There were countless swallow-tailed flags and spear flags, each with the shield emblem of the leading knights.
How majestic was that brilliant army formation that shone like ribbons? It made Lothar, who was the commander, feel refreshed.
But now!?
"Damn it!"
Seeing the situation deteriorate further, Andoine's face turned pale. Beside him, the Storm Royal Knights also collapsed. It was not because of their morale, but because the Royal Knights were standard heavy cavalry. Knights in heavy armor could not even get on their horses without the help of their servants. Now that he had suddenly fallen down, he wouldn't be able to recover without at least half an hour.
Only then did he realize that he could only mobilize less than ten Paladins from the Silver Hand.
Gavin Rad had returned at Duque's request.
Turalyan silently urged his horse to stand beside Uther.
The gathering of the five Paladins — Uther, Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathrohan, Turayan, and Gavin Rad — made Andoine feel like he was in a trance when they first met.
Uther rode to Lothar and said, "All the Paladins of the Silver Hand are here! Requesting the Alliance Commander, His Excellency Anduin Lothar! "
Instructions …?
Isn't this asking me to send you to your deaths?
Noxus held his breath.
As a descendant of Thoradin The Great, he still remembered the story his father told him when he was young.
It was also the final battle.
In the Savage Era where humans were still divided by clans, most of the time, they had to find people from seven or eight clans to form a cavalry unit. That led to the fact that in many cases, even the names of the human cavalrymen who were sacrificed were not recorded.
However, it was such a group of people who made the same request to Thoradin at the most critical juncture of the final battle.
"Please give us your instructions!"
They knew that the words coming out of their sleeves would be an order that would lead to certain death.
They knew that they were probably applying for a one-way ticket to hell.
They still said, "Please give us your instructions!"
History seemed to coincide with each other.
2,800 years ago, a row of cavalrymen with pale faces from lack of nutrition paced towards Thoradin, raised their crude spears, and asked Thoradin to fight.
2,800 years later, a group of the same few Paladins said the same sentence in almost the same way, evoking Lothar's memory from 2,800 years ago that seemed to be sleeping in his blood.
Back then, the young Lothar had once thought about what kind of answer he would make when faced with such a choice.
However, now that things had come to this, Lothar was shocked to find that the answer was actually the only one.
And this only answer was now lingering in his mind like a ghost, driving his facial muscles and tongue to say that answer …
Noxus pointed at the overbearing 200,000 Beastmen and said, "Attack! For the future of mankind! "
Yes! For the future of mankind!
Uther and the other nine Holy Knights bowed slightly at the same time. Following which, with a loud shout from Uther, a dazzling golden light surrounded him and his weapon. "In the name of the Holy Light, this is the Holy Light! We will not tolerate the existence of such barbaric beings! "
The ten Paladins held their heads high and puffed out their chests. They did not use their spears. For Paladins, spears were a burden. They only raised their war hammers high. The Paladins' unique platinum warhorses began to speed up and trot on the battlefield.
As if noticing their small team, 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 spear throwers to cover them.
There were also no ballistae, let alone mages. Almost all the mages were scared out of their wits by the terrifying magic that could burn magic. The Dalajan mages were running away from the terrifying fire elemental monster at high speed.
Just the Twelve Holy Knights alone, how big of a storm could they create? How could they expect them to turn the tide in this rotten battle?
At first, no one noticed that a small golden wave had appeared on the battlefield.
Human soldiers were fleeing everywhere, and Orc warriors were laughing maniacally as they chased after the humans. They continued to gallop on their horses. Even though there were only 12 of them, they carried an aura that was not inferior to that of thousands of soldiers and horses.
The dazzling golden Holy Light enveloped these Paladins. From afar, each of their faces was so blurry that it seemed illusory.
It was as if they were messengers sent by the ancestors of mankind, inheriting the will of the past and striding towards the future, fighting for the divine answer.
For the future of mankind!
At this moment, Duque gazed from the right wing to the center of the formation. The entire formation seemed to have become a green ocean. Above the ocean, the tribe's unique crude ivory flags and bone flags floated.
Occasionally, the reflection of human weapons flashed. Mograine's army was still struggling, but it was only a matter of time before they were completely wiped out.
At this moment, Duque caught a glimpse of Uther's bright gold.
The corner of Duque's mouth curved upwards.
"Yes! This is the Uther that I know. This is the Azeroth that I know. This is the hero of Azeroth! "
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