The Second Empire of Azeroth

[Killed Warlord Dar'Thoon Tripleblood of the Burning Blade Clan, Hunter level increased to 22, Arcane Master level increased to 24, Skill Points: 5. Gained all the heritage of the Burning Blade Clan, new skills available for Blademaster: Mirror Image, Blazing Blade, Flame Body]

[Obtained the Burning Blade Clan's Holy Sword, Sanksri, Achievement: Blazing Blade, gained 10 Achievement Points]

Roger picked up Dar'Thoon's weapon. This is Sanksri?

Sanksri: Epic weapon, can unleash powerful attacks after being infused with the power of flame.

Roger had seen many Epic weapons. Excluding the legendary artifact, Dragon Soul, the only thing on him that could compare to Sanksri was Deathwing's Spine. The Red Dragon weapons and Phoenix Bow were also Epic, but both had their flaws.

The Red Dragon weapons were mass-produced. They were nominally dragon-forged weapons, but in reality, there was still a big gap from being truly dragon-forged. The Phoenix Bow's gorgeous appearance showed that it was more for collection. If the bowyer had put the effort of creating the appearance into the bow itself, its power would have been at least one level higher.

Sanksri's construction seemed very simple and unadorned. Its appearance even looked a bit ugly, but its smooth curves could very well respond to the user's skills. It was designed for killing.

He learned all three skills and used all the Achievement Points to strengthen them.

There was no change after Create Water was upgraded. Roger was just about to experiment when a dazzling holy light burst out in the distance.

Muradin had already fallen from the Heavens state. Although Heavens had no side effects such as weakness, it still consumed a lot of his stamina. Fortunately, his reinforcements had arrived.

Uther had arrived with the paladins. Dozens of paladins successfully blocked the orcs at the bridgehead, preventing them from crossing Thunder Pool.

The paladins infused the bridge with holy light. As long as the orcs who drank demon blood stepped on the area infused with holy light, they would be burned by the holy light. The holy light scurried around in their bodies, attacking the demon blood in their blood. Of course, the demon blood was not willing to be purified, and the two constantly tore at the orcs' blood, muscles, and even skin.

In this state, it was difficult for the orcs to defend, let alone attack.

Warhammers containing holy light constantly took the lives of orcs, and wave after wave of orcs fell at the feet of the paladins.

Orgrim looked at the paladins blocking the bridgehead, the dwarves constantly attacking with muskets and mortars, and the mages who had resumed their attacks, and immediately felt overwhelmed.

"Gul'dan, stop those damn mages!"

Orgrim continued to order, "Cho'gall, have your ogres launch an attack and destroy those glowing humans for me!"

The cunning master and apprentice looked at each other and dared not object. Gul'dan immediately directed the warlocks to cast fel magic to interfere with the mages on the mountain. Soon, the mages' Fireballs stopped. They turned their targets and poured magic on Gul'dan. Unfortunately, the powerful Gul'dan easily defused the mages' attacks.

Cho'gall did not personally take action like his teacher. He waved his hand and released Mass Bloodlust on the ogres behind him, driving these ogres with soaring figures towards the bridge. The ogres, who were already tall, were now no different from giants. The dwarves' muskets were no different from tickling them, and the explosions of the mortar shells were easily resisted by their thick skin.

Soon, they rushed to the paladins, raised the axes or maces in their hands, and smashed them at the paladins.

"You still want to be fierce in the face of the Holy Light?"

Uther glared angrily, holding a warhammer in one hand and grabbing the holy book in the other. The holy book moved automatically without wind, and a large amount of holy light burst out of thin air. A huge flame fell from the sky and bombarded the ogres. The holy flame ignited the holy light on the ground, instantly engulfing the ogres. The ogres didn't even scream before being burned to ashes by the holy flame.

Roger looked at the annihilated ogres in astonishment, his heart filled with jealousy. The first generation of paladins really had dog shit luck and gained such powerful power for nothing.

This group of first-generation paladins all gained powerful power through infusion. The operating principle is very similar to that of the Guardians. It's just that Dalaran infused the magic power of everyone into one person to create elites. The first generation of paladins had five people and played mass production.

Even so, the priests of the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron infused the holy light into five people, and the power was still extremely powerful. Even if Roger obtained the Dragon Soul, his strength did not increase as quickly as these people, so how could he not be jealous?

This is just Uther, one of the first generation of paladins. If all five of them come, wouldn't they push the front line to the other side of the bridge in minutes?

"Ah—"

"Damn it, what power are these humans using? It's so terrifying?"

Cho'gall's two heads made fearful cries, attracting Orgrim's disdain. He didn't expect these ogres to be so timid. He regretted summoning these ogres from Draenor.

Fortunately, he still has an army that doesn't know fear.

"Bloodmage, it's your turn!"

Teron Gorefiend looked coldly at the front. His fear had been drawn away by Gul'dan. Now, even if he faced Sargeras, he would dare to launch a charge!

"Death Knights, advance!"

Teron Gorefiend took the lead and led the Death Knights onto the Thandol Span. The orcs gave way to them.

Uther looked at the approaching Death Knights and was extremely angry: "Damn orcs, you dare to desecrate the dead!"

The paladins with justice in their hearts were also angry. As they were angry, the holy light on their bodies continued to condense, and everyone was sanctified. They launched a charge towards the Death Knights, vowing to judge these sinners who desecrated the dead.

The Death Knights felt agitated. Although they no longer had fear, they could still feel the threat of the holy light. They raised their weapons in unison, and countless shadow energies spewed out towards the paladins.

The paladins immediately activated Divine Shield, rushing to the Death Knights in the face of shadow energy, raising warhammers full of holy light, and slamming them **** on the Death Knights.

Under the erosion of the holy light, the bodies of the Death Knights quickly dissolved. Their souls screamed in pain. Some of the weaker Death Knights were directly killed, and their souls quickly left their bodies and flew towards Gul'dan.

In one round, the Death Knights were defeated!

The orcs no longer dared to attack. Blademasters, ogres, and Death Knights were the three most powerful arms of the Horde. Now that all three had failed in front of the paladins, where did they still have the courage to launch an attack on the paladins?