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Chapter 135 I haven't gotten on the bus yet!
Just as Marcus mounted his horse and cracked his whip, General Barry made his move!
He snatched the powerful bow from the guard beside him, drew it, and shot.
"Marcus has betrayed humanity and turned against the enemy!"
With a loud shout, an arrow shot out... Marcus held Tyran down with one hand and pulled the reins with the other, his legs clamping down to steady the injured Invar & the one-armed man.
He had no chance to deal with an attack from behind by friendly forces...
Those humans who remained were delighted to see Marcus injured while trying to escape alone... Unfortunately, the arrows were deflected by a magical shield just two body lengths away from Marcus...
"I'm a paladin too? Didn't expect that, did you, Marshal Barry... Your army is formidable at sea, but not so much on land... I advise you to hurry home... Your home is probably in chaos! Hmph..."
Without looking back, Marcus left a word of advice and, despite Tyrande and Fording's fierce struggle, forcibly led them away from the battlefield...
As the Alliance commander, even though Marcus wasn't in charge of the Alliance-Horde conflict around Dalaran, he could see that the situation was extremely unfavorable for the humans...
The right choice for humanity is to leave the Silverpine Forest wasteland as soon as possible, return to strengthen the defenses of the Wetlands and the edge of Alterac, and prepare for an escalation of the war with the Horde.
While Marcus needed to prevent the alliance's losses from escalating, he had a more important objective:
[Completely eliminate the remnants of the Scourge, and in coordination with the Argent Dawn, unite the Horde and Alliance to conquer Naxxramas. Truly purify the plague-stricken land.]
They should prepare for a counterattack on Icecrown Citadel in Northrend's Arctic. Rhonin, leader of Dalaran, had already sent word that a great threat lurks in Northrend...
Not only the Lich King Arthas and the mad blue dragonflight, but also the legendary Titan ruins seem to harbor even more terrifying ancient gods...
It is utterly foolish of the Scarlet Crusade, the human mage factions of Dalaran, and the foolish nobles of Gilneas to provoke the Forsaken and vie for the Silver Forest and Tirisfal Glades.
Marcus couldn't understand why Stormwind would agree to let the Stormpike Expedition cooperate with these troublemakers. Now, their plan backfired, and Dalaran will suffer the consequences...
The last human bloodline of Lordaeron will also become sacrifices; the Scarlet Crusade is impervious to reason, willingly serving as pawns. Marcus, though reluctant to admit it, acknowledged that the former nobles of Lordaeron were indeed so arrogant and prejudiced...
However, it turns out that the Scarlet Crusade and Dalaran, these self-proclaimed heroes who represent the glorious orthodoxy of humanity, have become obsessed with resurrection...
Those who survived the disaster lost their humanity; their souls were corrupted...
Even the Holy Light is unwilling to ally with them, so who else can they rely on?
Marcus shook his head and, leading the two people he wanted to save, rode straight into Lorraine's encirclement... General Barry's sneak attack failed, and he was furious, "You can't escape! Those filthy, mindless zombies will tear you apart!"
However, his cursing did not affect Marcus's trust in Lorraine...
The Death Knights under Lorraine's command automatically parted to create an opening, their eyes fixed ahead, ignoring the Lightbringer as he rode away... As Marcus passed through the gap created by the army of the dead, he couldn't help but glance at the Death Oath guarding Lorraine's left...
He found it strange that the death knight was radiating such intense holy light. How could such a thing exist? Light and darkness are opposites, and holy light and shadow are also opposing forces...
Death and destruction are often seen as enemies of life and creation...
Furthermore, when did the necromancer they encountered by chance become a necromancer...? Although Lorraine did indeed possess an aura of the undead, Marcus at the time sensed the guidance of holy light, its whispers leading him to save two kind souls...
He was still somewhat confused, mistakenly believing it meant rescuing 'Bloodfang' and the little necromancer from the package...
Perhaps he has overlooked the true meaning of the Holy Light!
"Alas, mortals have their own destiny... I can only do my best..."
"Wait, Mr. Marcus!"
A call made Marcus pull on the reins. He turned in surprise toward the direction of the voice; it was Lorraine who had called him.
"This kid wants to back out? Hmm?"
Marcus was not paying attention when holy light began to accumulate all over his body and a holy seal appeared... He was now right in the middle of the enemy, and if he was completely surrounded, the situation would not be optimistic!
.......
"Haha, look, Marcus is surrounded!"
Archmage Atreus cried out in surprise, he seemed particularly pleased... The others joined in, watching Marcus's misfortune unfold... They seemed delighted to see Marcus unable to escape...
"what happened?"
Marcus still asked politely.
Lorraine held up a blue orb, somewhat embarrassed. "Mr. Marcus, how do you use this?"
Marcus examined it with surprise; it looked like the [Orb of Deception]...
"This toy is very interesting. You can touch the swimming phoenix and imagine the appearance of an enemy you just saw or imagined, and it will release transformation magic that lasts for more than ten minutes..."
Marcus chuckled softly; so that's what this kid wanted to ask...
"Anything else?"
"Oh, that's all. Thank you for your guidance, sir..."
Marcus nodded. "This thing is a product of Dalaran. The magic is incredibly powerful, but unfortunately, I lack magical talent... The Holy Light, however, gave me faith. Faith in the Holy Light itself transcends magic..."
"I've heard that the source of magic lies in the power of demons; this is an ancient teaching of the elves. Young man, you've changed quite a bit in just a few days. Indeed. You remind me of someone from the past..."
"Thank you for giving me face today. If things go well, we might meet again... I will definitely go to Undercity. If I succeed, I hope you will protect me then... After all, it is a city of the dead, haha."
Before Lorraine could respond, Marcus had already walked away, determined to reach the Church of the Holy Light before dawn!
As for Dalaran, war is inevitable... so let those arrogant people taste the bitter fruit of their actions...
General Barry was furious at losing two major bargaining chips, but he was helpless and couldn't reveal his plans now... He needed to change his strategy.
"go back!"
General Barry seemed to have made up his mind and gave orders to several of his men.
Without a word, the blood-red paladins, their eyes bloodshot, raised their swords and slashed. Several elite blood-red noble knights who had been holding the line fell to the ground, all showing expressions of disbelief and pain.
Even the archmage Atal'ik behind him looked surprised...
Is this... this... gone mad?
The few Scarlet Paladins who were killed were all elites from Hearthglen and Scarlet Monastery. Those who remained were all General Barry's men... Barry turned to look at Atalik and sneered, "What use is a mage who can't even cast a spell?"
Atalik was even more terrified; Barry had actually seen through his loss of magic...
But Barry completely ignored him. He seemed to have been holding back for a long time, raising his hand and unleashing a bolt of lightning into the sky...
Looking up, several enormous griffins appeared in the sky, and in an instant they all descended. Barry and his men leaped onto the griffins and flew away...
Within minutes, the griffins had flown away, leaving Archmage Atal'ik, a cat, a scribe, and three human servants... staring blankly...
"Wait, General Barry, we haven't gotten on the train yet!"
By the time the archmage realized what was happening, the commander of the Crimson Fleet had already vanished without a trace...
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