Azeroth: Starting with Eagle Eye in the Necropolis.

Protective shield! An invisible, resilient energy field covered the armor, and sparks flew when the undead's claws tore at it.

Stone Skin Protection! The warriors' skin gleamed like rock, making it difficult for ordinary attacks to leave deep wounds.

Bloodlust Technique! A primal, violent power surged into their hearts, causing every soldier's eyes to turn bloodshot, their strength to surge, and their hearts to be filled with a desire to tear everything apart.

Lady Luck! The forces of fate seemed to be on their side. The undead attacks always missed by a hair's breadth, while the allied forces' blades always found the most fatal openings.

In an instant, the combat power of the entire alliance army more than doubled! They were no longer a mortal army, but a destructive torrent blessed by multiple divine powers.

"For Lordaeron! Kill—!"

Mograine roared, wielding Ashbringer as he charged into the horde of undead. The buffed paladins were like golden tanks, their speed, strength, and defense reaching unbelievable levels. Amidst the flashes of holy light, rows of undead were cut down like stalks of wheat.

The Ashbringer's terrifying destructive power against demons and the undead was once again demonstrated; in the face of Old Mograine, these undead and the small number of demons were utterly insignificant.

On the left flank, the Draenei garrison commanders of Akama and the dwarven musketeers advanced in unison, their attacks incredibly swift. Holy Light Shield Bash could shatter the skulls of abominations, and their muskets fired at a rapid-fire pace.

The undead creatures were blasted to pieces before they could even get close.

On the right flank, the troops led by Dathorhan and the blood elves' spellbreakers became a death zone. Under the barrage of fire, the undead trying to pour out from the side gate couldn't even get within fifty paces of the front line.

This was a blatant and utter crushing defeat!

In the first round of combat, the Alliance army gained an absolute advantage. The undead and demon armies were like a group of disorganized and undisciplined rabble, failing to launch any effective resistance or even an attack.

Rhodes himself transformed into the sharpest blade, wielding the Holy Judgment and charging into the densest part of the enemy ranks. Wherever the sword flashed, holy flames swept through, and whether it was a towering abomination or a nimble crypt demon, they were all reduced to ashes under the purest holy light.

Although he was a mage, his physical abilities were not much worse than those of a warrior. Moreover, with two Archangels of Light and a Phoenix of Holy Fire by his side, Rhodes felt extremely safe.

So he simply picked up a weapon and acted as a paladin. His fighting style was very simple: he would wave his Holy Light Judgment, summon the Holy Light to its maximum, and then charge forward.

No rules or skills are needed; as long as the Grand Marshal of the Regent Alliance charges ahead, everyone's morale will be boosted to the highest level.

The city walls collapsed in many places under the bombardment of magic and the fierce attack of soldiers. Large numbers of allied troops poured into the city like a flood, engaging in the most brutal and bloody street battles with the undead. The streets were instantly covered with severed limbs and splattered blood, and the shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, the explosions of magic, and the howls of the undead echoed through the sky.

The balance of war tipped completely from the very first moment. The Alliance army, afflicted with multiple legion-level buff spells, transformed into an unstoppable torrent of steel, crushing the undead's defenses with overwhelming ferocity.

"The warriors of the league are here right now."

"The day has come to wash away our shame, to let these dead know our might."

"Destroy these demons! Destroy them all!" everyone shouted as they followed Rhodes in the attack.

However, since the attack began, the two dreadlords who were the main culprits have not appeared, nor has a single demon commander of slightly higher rank been present.

Rhodes took the lead, and the boundless holy light of the Holy Judgment was like divine punishment. With each swing of Rhodes's sword, powerful holy light energy would surge out, forming scorching arcs of light.

A roaring abomination, wielding a massive plague hook, was cleaved in two by a horizontal slash of holy light before it could even get close. Its filthy entrails and plague cloud had not yet spread before they were completely purified by the holy flames that followed.

At this moment, Rhode didn't even need to unleash magic arrows or lightning bolts. He felt the exhilaration of being a warrior again, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.

Two archangels of holy light hovered to the side and behind Rhodes, their longswords, condensed from pure holy light, purifying large areas with each swing, forcing lurking crypt demons out of the shadows and burning them to ashes.

The sacred phoenix circled in the air, emitting cries and sprinkling holy fire. These flames were harmless to living beings, and could heal and restore the strength of the people. They could also make the dead feel as if they were in a furnace, howling as they turned into torches.

"Follow the Regent! For Lordaeron!" Seeing Rhodes's bravery, an Alliance sergeant, his blood boiling, roared hoarsely, leading his squad to keep up with Rhodes's pace. Countless Alliance soldiers did the same. On the battlefield, the morale boost from someone leading the charge and singing triumphantly is unimaginable, especially when that person holds a high position.

On another battlefield, Old Mograine was covered in blood—the putrid black blood of the undead. Ashbringer seemed to have come alive, and the Holy Light Blade had a devastating effect against the undead.

He didn't even need to use any fancy combat techniques; with just the simplest slashes, cuts, and sweeps, his sword easily tore apart anything, whether it was a solid skull shield or a bloated abomination, as easily as a hot knife through butter.

With the effects of "Attack Speed" and "Bloodlust," the Silver Hand Paladins he led charged at a speed comparable to light cavalry, leaving only a path paved with the remains of the undead in their wake.

The group marched forward triumphantly, unstoppable.

The shouts of Alliance soldiers, the sounds of explosions, the clash of weapons, the burning of holy light, and the dying wails of the undead together composed a stirring war song of the reconquest of Lordaeron.

The troops have reached the royal palace, the former palace of King Terenas of Lordaeron. Once the palace is captured, this war will be over.

Victory is within reach!

Chapter 249 The Cunning Fear Lord, Hunter in the Shadows

Rhodes could clearly sense the two evil energies behind the door, who were furious and enraged by the complete failure of their plan—Banazzar and Desserlock.

"The final reckoning has arrived." Rhodes raised the Holy Light Judgment sword, its tip pointing towards the gate, and spoke to the warriors behind him, his voice calm yet containing undeniable power.

The restoration of the capital is a foregone conclusion; now, all that remains is the final purge of this defilement.

"This is it, Lord Rhodes. The final battle will begin here," Dasohan said, looking at the palace before him.

Rhodes nodded. The strong sense of the Holy Light allowed him to clearly detect the two Dreadlords inside. To be honest, the Dreadlords' combat strength was not very good in the Legion; they were more adept at scheming and trickery.

"Warriors of the Alliance! Today we will reclaim our former capital! Now, follow me and charge in to destroy the Dreadlord within!" Rhodes roared.

"Charge in, charge in, slay the Fear Lord, slay the Fear Lord!"

With a deafening roar, the heavy palace gates were cleaved open by Old Mograine using Ashbringer! Splinters of wood and twisted metal flew everywhere, revealing a deep, dark hall filled with dense fel energy behind the gates.

The King's Hall, once blessed by the Holy Light, has now been corrupted by evil energy. Even if the royal city is reclaimed, it will take some time to restore it to its original state.

Rhodes and the others turned their gazes to the main figures of this event. Deep within the hall, atop the throne platform, the dreadlord Balnazzar and Desserok finally appeared.

“Arrogant mortals! Do you think victory is assured?” Banazar said, looking at the allied forces.

Their plan was originally flawless; after forcing Arthas out, they could take over human lands. However, they did not expect that the human army would return and defeat them without any chance to fight back.

What's most infuriating is that there are actually some Draenei among these guys, and Lord Kil'jaeden is very concerned about them.

"This palace will be your tomb! Feel the eternal torment of Nathrezim!"

“Eternal torment, heh heh. Today you are the ones being sent back to the Twisting Nether. You should be thankful that this is not the Twisting Nether or anything like it. You cannot be truly killed here, otherwise I would certainly enjoy this feeling immensely.” Rhodes raised the Holy Judgment in his hand and pointed it at the two Dreadlords.

To be honest, it was a bit of a surprise to Rhodes that these two cowards didn't run away. Logically speaking, in this kind of surrounded situation, the first thing a dreadlord should think of is running away. Rhodes had even prepared himself not to find these two dreadlords after entering, but he didn't expect that these two guys wouldn't run away.

But it doesn't matter. No matter what tricks you have up your sleeve, you're all going to die today. Before absolute power, all schemes and tricks are useless.

The Holy Light Judgment in Rhodes' hand shone even brighter, and the battle roars of the Alliance soldiers behind him were like a tidal wave. The army's morale was soaring, and the Dreadlord's verbal threats seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

"Use whatever moves you have! This is your last chance," Rhodes said, planting the Holy Light Judgment in the ground.

Upon entering, he had already ordered Maiev and her Watchers to enter stealth mode, while the Holy Phoenix and a large number of Holy Light elements flew above the palace, setting up a Holy Light barrier.

Rhodes suspected that the two dreadlords might fake their deaths and then hide in the shadows, just like in the original timeline, waiting for an opportunity to seize the identities of important Alliance officials.

In the original timeline, Banazar had already taken over Dathorhan's body, and Rhodes would absolutely not allow that to happen now.

After the Holy Light Judgment was planted in the ground, it formed the center of an array, and the surging power of holy light enveloped the entire palace, forming a holy light zone.

"Watch me crush you!" Desserok's massive body charged forward, cracking the ground beneath his feet. A foul gust of wind swept towards Rhodes, and his enormous claws tore through the air, determined to shred the most dazzling target of holy light before him.

A cold smile appeared on Rhodes' lips as he raised his hand and unleashed a powerful spell, the strongest offensive magic he currently possessed.

"Thunderbolt!"

A beam of blazing white lightning appeared out of nowhere. The thick pillar of lightning, like divine punishment, emitted a piercing explosion and struck Diserlock's broad back with pinpoint accuracy. The Dreadlord staggered, his hard carapace blasted open, leaving a charred patch, and he let out a painful groan.

Just as Desserok was injured and stopped, two golden figures crossed and slashed at him! Two archangels of holy light slashed at the base of his wings from the left and right.

The colossal dreadlord let out a scream as its two enormous bat wings were severed by the angels of holy light.

Mograine, standing beside the old man, would not let this opportunity pass by. Ashbringer launched a charge from the side, the holy light on his sword like boiling flames, and with a powerful diagonal slash, he slammed into Dethelock's ribs before he could defend!

"Ugh—!" The devastating power of the Holy Light against the undead and demons was on full display at this moment. Ashbringer's blade sliced ​​through the Dreadlord's armor and flesh almost without resistance. Green fel blood gushed out like a spring, only to evaporate the moment it touched the Holy Light.

The dreadlord's behavior at this moment resembled that of a villain who utters the harshest words and then suffers the most severe beatings.

However, this scene made Rhodes frown slightly. These two guys were definitely up to no good! Now Rhodes was 100% sure that these two guys wanted to fake their deaths, but you two are overthinking it. I have a backup plan waiting for you.

At the same time, Balnazzar unleashed the shadow magic that the Dreadlord was most proud of. A glint of light flashed in his eyes, and several Alliance soldiers who were charging at the front line instantly became vacant and dull-eyed, standing there in a daze.

"Watch out! He's taken control of their minds!" Akama shouted a warning. The Draenei guards immediately raised their shields, which were covered in holy runes. The holy light merged into a single beam, forming a mental protective barrier. The controlled soldiers shuddered violently, suddenly regaining their senses and retreating in horror.

"Your little tricks are futile! Dreadlord!" Rhodes shouted, drawing Balnazzar's attention back.

Raising the Holy Light Judgment high, immense holy light energy began to converge at the sword tip, like a miniature sun. "Accept the judgment of the Holy Light!"

A highly condensed golden beam of light, like a spear of judgment, slammed into Banazzar from the tip of the sword. Banazzar screamed and erected layers of shadow shields in front of him. The spear of light collided violently with the shields, producing a tooth-grinding corrosive sound. The shadow energy rapidly dissolved under the impact of the holy light.

"Now!" Prince Kael'thas immediately attacked, with the blood elf spellbreakers and Dalaran mages unleashing a torrent of arcane missiles and fireballs upon Balnazzar, who was busy defending. At the same time, there was also spell counterspell, interrupting his spellcasting.

On the other side, the heavily wounded Desserok was at his last gasp under the combined attack of two Archangels of Light and Old Mograine. Old Mograine seized the opening left by Desserok after he parried the Angelic Sword, and poured all his holy light into Ashbringer, unleashing a decisive blow.

"In the name of light, purify the demons!"

The dazzling holy light completely engulfed Desserok. The Dreadlord let out a final howl filled with pain and resentment. His massive body rapidly disintegrated and crumbled in the holy flames, eventually turning into a cloud of drifting black ashes.

But did the opponent die? The answer is no. At the same time, Rhodes's holy spear also achieved merit, directly piercing through Banazzar.

"No—! This is impossible..." Banazar looked down at the ever-expanding, holy light-burning hole in his chest, his body beginning to crumble inch by inch.

Just as Banazar and Desserlock appeared to be "dead," their bodies turning to ashes and disappearing, a cold smile appeared on Rhodes's lips. He keenly sensed that two extremely faint wisps of evil energy, trying to blend into the shadows of the environment, were attempting to slip away quietly.

"Hey you two, your acting skills are pretty good, but they might fool others, not me," Rod said with a disgruntled snort.

Don't embarrass yourself with such clumsy acting.

At this moment, everyone in the alliance looked at Rhodes, wondering what their commander was up to. Weren't the two Dreadlords dead?

"Mavis! Do it!"

“As you wish, Rhodes.” A cool female voice responded from the shadows of the void.

The next moment, countless gleaming saw blades shot out from the shadows in every corner of the hall! Maiev Shadowsong and her most elite Watchers appeared like ghosts.

Their movements were swift as the wind, their coordination seamless, and they precisely blocked all possible escape routes for the two strands of evil energy.

"what?!"

"No! This is impossible!"

Having dealt with Illidan for millennia, Maiev and her Watchers are quite sensitive to fel energy and shadow power.

A terrified scream echoed through the air from Barnazar and Detherlock. Their hidden figures were forcibly pulled from the shadow plane by the Watchers' unique imprisonment spell, and they reformed into two blurry and distorted demonic phantoms.

They tried to rush out the window or through the wall, but—

"Om-!"

The Holy Light Judgment that Rhodes had previously planted in the ground resonated even more powerfully, and the Holy Light Barrier that had been set up in the entire palace hall instantly materialized, with the golden light wall acting like a solid wall, completely sealing off the entire space.

The two fleeing dreadlords crashed into the light barrier, instantly burning like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, emitting sizzling sounds and puffs of blue smoke, before being bounced back with screams.

"Welcome to your prison, Nathrezim." Rhodes slowly drew his Holy Judgment and walked step by step toward the two trapped and panicked Dreadlords.

"Trying to run away? Did you even ask me?"