Azeroth Trail of Light

"Step aside!"

Dick saw that the deformed arms behind the two hatreds flung back, and he knew what they were going to do.

The arms behind these monsters are all wrapped in heavy black burr chains. At the top is a hideous barb, with blades on all sides, not to mention the hook on the body, even if it is rubbed by the blade, in front of the terrible force that hates it, Ordinary armor can't do anything at all.

But every hatred of hatred seems to have been blessed by the necromancers with passive spells like "quick aiming". The hook is fast and accurate. Basically, ordinary people can't avoid this lightning fast. Attacks, and haters, when they are about to die, often choose to explode all the plagues in their bodies, and use the hooks as weapons to flick them all around.

In that kind of propeller-like attack, unless you can use a sharp weapon to cut off the thick iron chains, you can't get close at all. Therefore, the first point of attack for experienced fighters in the face of hatred is definitely the deformed limbs behind them.

Dick noticed this, but the target he hated was too far away from the front Erigore. Seeing that the hook of hatred had been shot, Dick gritted his teeth and took the righteousness in his hand. The fire smashed towards Erigore.

The huge warhammer hit the paladin's body faster than the hook that radiated the cold light at the current peak of 100 strength immediately, and smashed Erigore away, and the two hooks that were whizzing by were pulled. Sora smashed into the wall behind, pierced deeply into the rocks, and drew back with hatred. The solid city wall also erupted with a crackling sound, making a huge house collapse. dust.

Dick had no time to see Errigal’s injuries. He rushed to the two hatreds empty-handed. After losing the fire of justice, Dick’s combat effectiveness dropped drastically, but fortunately, he had already been transferred. The weapon can also be used.

"call!"

Dalyan, who had been stunned by this blow, watched Dick rush towards the two unstoppable abominations. He jumped high, and in the light of the eruption of the holy light, a handful of blue and red appeared in his free hands. With the two-handed epee, as soon as this weapon appeared, the hatred who wanted to continue to attack immediately turned his target to Dick.

But the latter has already completed its momentum. Scamdor, this artifact called the "Destroyer", faced the enemy for the first time after 2800, and Dick could even feel that from this On the sword, there was a buzzing sound, it was excited, it was hungry, it was roaring, it was howling madly, it was eager to harvest the opponent's soul!

This is an artifact belonging to the battlefield. Although Dick could feel that Scamdor was repelling him, his desire for victory made this artifact with his own consciousness temporarily integrated with Dick's will.

Scamdor even lent his power to Dick, crazy, bloodthirsty, and wild, even if there is only one man and one sword, he will kill the world!

This is the murderous battlefield contained in Scamdor.

A cyan arc of light bloomed from Dick's hands that fell on the ground. He didn't even stop. He passed the body of the first abomination. It was another heavy slash and slashed towards the battle that the second abomination set up. Bone axe.

"clang!"

The two weapons intersected, Dick stepped back three steps, his face was pale, he was a little dizzy by the terrible impact, his hands were also numb, but the second end hated even worse, the heavy battle. The axe was torn apart from the middle, and even most of the arm with it was torn apart by the fierce Scamdor.

"Wow~"

The second hatred took a step back, full of blood, and then its ugly eyes saw its companion, the companion who had been standing in place since the beginning, its huge upper body unexpectedly moved smoothly from Slipped off the body.

Most of his body was smashed to the ground in the green plague that broke out.

One hit kill!

The first time Scamdor's sharpness was revealed, it gave the paladins around him the confidence that he would definitely win.

"Long live!"

They shouted loudly and joined the battle in a wilder posture, but when everyone was excited, the experienced Erigore grabbed him who was trying to lift him up, who was vomiting blood. Dalyan’s arm,

"Warhammer! Give him...warhammer! He...needs this warhammer!"

"what?"

Dalyan was a little startled, he looked at the hatred of being killed by the spike, and asked incomprehensibly.

"But I think Big Brother Dick uses that sword more fiercely!"

"No! That's not a weapon that a Paladin can control! Ahem... It contains different powers from the Holy Light. Dick cannot control it perfectly. Only this warhammer is the most suitable for him! Go!"

Seeing Erigor who stood up while leaning on the wall, Dalyan gritted his teeth and ran to Dick’s position with the warhammer in both hands. The battlefield was very dangerous, according to Dalyan’s ability to not officially become a Paladin. , As long as he is wiped lightly by hatred, he is dead!

But he went anyway. Although Dalyan’s performance has been inferior to his brother Renault, and even the Paladin’s basic martial arts training can’t be completed, this is definitely the first time he has felt the enthusiasm for fighting. Despite his low strength, he When traveling through the crisis-ridden Stratholme, the bravery and passion of the battlefield that his father often talked about for them was still attached to Dalyan's body at this moment.

He shed the blood of the Mograine family, it was the blood of a warrior, a blood that only existed on the battlefield, so even though his face was pale in fright, he still ran towards Dick with his warhammer.

Dick is also very uncomfortable now. After Scamdor broke out, he even more wildly wanted to take away the humble life in front of him, but no matter how wild it was, the light and order in Dick's body Forces are incompatible. In Dick's hands, this eternal offensive sword can only be used for defense.

This made Dick very dissatisfied, and it made the rebellious Scamdor even more dissatisfied. It broke away from Dick’s control again and again, leaving wounds on the body of hatred, but the price was that Dick had been hated. After hitting four times, Dick would definitely have been seriously injured if it hadn't spelled out the power of the whole body.

Just after he struggled to block the scythe of abomination from sweeping, Dick heard a natural sound.

"Brother Dick, go on!"

The warhammer whirled through the air, Dick stretched out his left hand without looking back, the fire of justice fell on his palm, but at this time, another attack of hatred fell, Dick could only stretch out Scam Blocked a bit more, and as a result, this blow directly caused Scamdor to get out of his hand, flew through the air, and stuck straight in front of Dalyan who was stunned.

What’s more terrible was that just when Dick was about to fight back, a thicker chain on the other side flew from behind Abomination and hooked accurately to the handle of the fire of justice. The next moment, a huge force was transmitted to Dick. In his hand, he flew to the outside of King's Square like a radish that was pulled up.

There, an even greater hatred had already raised the battle axe that radiated cold in his hand, ready to give Dick a heavy blow.

"Hey... Ramsden... I want to eat meat!"

On the other side, after Dick flew away, the scarred hatred lost the target of the attack, and naturally placed the target on Errigal on the other side. This paladin was the most powerful of all on the court. , Dick, who has lost the fire of justice, can't compare to him.

However, Erigore was slightly injured by the blow that Dick had just released, and now an arm fell beside him. In this case, he relied on the power of the Holy Light to chop off the miscellaneous soldiers. Facing the hatred of such high-level arms, Erigore had no power at all.

But just as he opened his mouth wide in disgust and threw the hook behind him, a young figure suddenly held a sword in front of Errigor, who was at home.

It was Dalyan. The child's arms were still trembling, but he was holding the quaint blue-red giant sword like a shield, supporting it with both hands and blocking it in front of Errigal.

At this moment, Dalyan's eyes were stubborn and unyielding. He knew that the only consequence of blocking here was to be knocked off. He saw the power of the hook just now, and he might even die. But at this moment, Dalyan Still blocked in front of Erigore.

Because he knows that this experienced old knight is the only one who can turn the tide of the battle. If he falls, the line of defense built by the knights will definitely be defeated by this hatred.

This is something Dalyan cannot bear.

He was scared.

He was terrified.

His body was shaking.

But he still stood up. If the harsh Alessandro stood here, he would definitely feel relieved by the outbreak of his cowardly young son. He is indeed the blood of Mograine flowing in his body. child.

But the difference in strength cannot be changed with a passion. When the hook touched Scamdor, Dalyan was hit hard, and his whole person was like a basketball flying with a fist. He flew upside down in an instant. Went out and hit the wall.

The roars of Erigord and the Paladins then sounded, but Dalyan was sitting on the ground, and his whole body seemed to fall apart. There was blood flowing in his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears. It was the mark of the internal organs being badly wounded, but he still held the war sword in his hand tightly.

"Ahem...Father... I do... here! I..."

"Om!"

A hum of the earth rang in Dalyan’s ears. He opened his eyes, only to find that he was in a chaotic battlefield. It was a battle between a human knight and an army of trolls that he had never seen before. , A tall figure wearing a crown always insisted on being on the front line of the battle, wherever he went, the hideous trolls wailed and fled.

Wait, that sword! That sword!

He knows!

Dalyan looked down at his left hand. He was holding Scamdor, a war sword with blood-red light all over his body. When he recovered, a person with soul light stood in front of him. .

That was the king who slashed the trolls before. He was carrying a huge sword and staring at himself. Dalyan lowered his head when he was seen by the scythe-like light.

The next moment, a sonorous voice rang in his ears.

"You... are you the one who wants to inherit my weapon?"

"No...no...I am not..."

"Are you ready to embark on this wild road? Are you ready to become a real warrior?"

"I…"

"Then go back, you are still just a child..."