Azeroth Trail of Light

In a miserable ruin, facing the densely packed undead around, the remaining knights looked desperate. At this moment, the undead separated a path, and Arthas, holding a magic sword, stepped into the encirclement circle. He was gray. In his eyes, the figures of the remaining dozen knights were reflected.

"Very good! The guy who can survive my undead army...you are all the best warriors of the Holy Light!"

Arthas laughed wildly. He raised the magic sword that began to emit purple energy.

"But from today, you will be my warriors! I need you, for me, for the great undead natural disaster, to fight on the battlefield!"

"Dreaming! Alsace, you lunatic who ruined your country! Don't think we will surrender to you!"

The blood-stained old knight leaned on the warhammer, stood in front of everyone, and roared at Arthas.

But Arthas was not angry. He looked at these steadfast knights, stretched out his left hand, and made a gesture of contempt.

"Come on, come and try to defeat me! As long as you can overcome me, you can leave, but the price of failure is your soul!"

The knights looked at each other, no one flinched, one by one they took up their weapons, agitated the few remaining lights, and rushed towards Arthas.

But courage could not make up the huge gap between the two sides. A few minutes later, the last knight was penetrated by the magic sword. As he watched a small piece of soul enter Frostmourne, Arthas raised his left hand with satisfaction, and accompanied him slowly. The slowly rising palm, the corpses of the knights killed by Frostmourne, slowly stood up.

There was a blood-red light shining in their eyes, and the holy light in their bodies had been dispelled, and instead they had been poured into a more powerful evil force.

They knelt in front of Arthas one after another. These death knights who were given power by Frostmourne, these death knights who were personally transformed by Arthas were all wise dark warriors who existed in the cursed body consciously.

Arthas turned around and said to the loyal guard following him,

"My loyal Farrek, prepare my warriors with the equipment they need, and then distribute them enough soldiers so that Maween and Thassarian will take them to plunder and kill, Cedarlongmir ...This land is mine!"

"Yes! Your Highness!"

Farek just wanted to turn around and leave, but Alsace's voice suddenly appeared in his cold heart.

"After they leave, Farek, with the most elite soldiers, follow me to the Crusader fortress! I'm going to get something!"

Farreck was shocked, but his entire face was buried in a nearly fully enclosed helmet. There was no expression at all. There was only a short pause, and Farreck's body continued to move forward.

Arthas looked in the direction of Cidharonmir, and the chattering voice rolled into his mind.

"Aha, are my ashes in the Crusader fortress? Destroy there! So your army can go straight to East Dallonemir. That's great, isn't it?"

"I'm just going to retrieve your ashes... Didn't you say that the Sunwell of Quel'Thalas can make you stronger? There...there is the real fierce battle!"

A look of hideousness appeared on Arthas's face.

"But...Uther, he...will replace me as the sharpest sword of darkness to sweep Lordaeron! Oh...this is wonderful!"

One day later, at the Crusader fortress, Uther looked solemnly at the five battle reports in his hand. The situation deteriorated faster than he had imagined. After Alsace entered Cidalong Mill, it was only one day, except for Hearthglen. The five outposts outside have all fallen! The knights who escaped do not even have one in ten!

There was more than one knight who saw groups of death knights whizzing past, and there were worm-shaped undead that could walk through the ground. These were things Uther had not considered before, and combined with Dick before taking them back. If the island in the center of Lake Dalongmir is occupied by the undead... Uther can hardly imagine the terrifying picture.

Both the Crusader fortress and Coldwind Camp will take the enemy back and forth!

"Alessandro, how is your injury?"

Uther looked at his most loyal comrade, and the old Sir hummed.

"I can move out at any time! It seems that my old bones will eventually be spilled here!"

"Don't be so pessimistic, Alessandro, the elven rangers have arrived. As long as the Griffin Battalion of the Wildhammer dwarves is repaired, we will at least defend the Crusader fortress. It shouldn't be a problem."

Uther persuaded him, but just when he wanted to continue talking, a knight ran into the office rolling in. He looked at Uther and Alessandro in panic. When the great knight who paid great attention to etiquette frowned and wanted to scold him, the knight stammered.

"Great knight... undead, the undead blocked the entrance to the fortress! It's... Arthas!"

"what!"

"what did you say!"

The two great knights stood up one after another, both seeing the surprise on each other's faces, Uther grabbed the warhammer and was about to go out, but Alessandro grabbed his arm.

"Wait, Uther, you are not his opponent, you have never seen that dark power! I will go with you, and I will add Dathrohan and Gavinrad, they happen to be here!"

Uther looked back at his old friend, his brows furrowed high.

"Are you crazy? Alessandro, the four great knights are coming together?"

Alessandro looked solemn and took up the long sword by the chair.

"No, Uther, I'm not crazy! You'll know when you see your former disciple, he... he is a real monster! I have personally felt that power... knight, go and inform Dathrohan Grand Knight and Jia Grand Knight Venard, tell them we are in trouble!"

Five minutes later, the internal horn of the Crusader fort sounded and the gate of the fortress was pushed open. Uther, Alessandro, Dathohan, Gavinrad, four heavily armed knights and hundreds of them The Paladin came out, and in the clearing not far across from them, a figure wearing a black cloak, blue-black skull armor and holding a blue-black frost long sword was facing away from them.

Behind that figure, there are densely packed ghouls, hatreds, skeletons, and even several huge monster-like worm-shaped monsters, like a neat army, guarding Alsace, the black army. The arrival made the temperature around the Crusader fortress drop several degrees at this moment.

"Alsace...my disciple...you...what's wrong with you?"

Although he had prepared himself in his heart, when he really saw the pale-haired and thin-faced Arthas, Uther couldn't help but took a step forward, and his trembling voice was full of dignity and loss.

Hearing Uther's voice, Arthas turned his head, and a smile appeared on his stiff face.

"Oh, look at who this is... Uther-Lightbringer, the last guardian of Lordaeron? Come... come forward and lead you to death!"

"Arrogant!"

Dathrohan yelled angrily, and drew out the Crusader's sword behind him and was about to rush up, but Uther grabbed his arm.

"The mistake I made in the first place, let me end it myself!"

Uther closed his eyes, put his helmet on top of his head, and held the warhammer behind his back. At this moment, his eyes opened, and his eyes were full of determination. A huge amount of light began to shine. Uther’s body gathers. Although Uther likes to say that Dick is the beloved of the Holy Light, at this moment, the Holy Light, which is nearly ten times more than Dick’s, is silently telling who It is its favorite fighter.

Uther walked towards Arthas step by step, and Arthas, who was holding the magic sword, also walked towards Uther step by step. The momentum of the two increased rapidly, and two pairs of holy light wings appeared behind Uther to set off him. Like an angel, black, green and red rays of light surging on Arthas’s body. This is the power of death, plague, and blood. Even the knights who are close to the battlefield can feel the body. The blood boils inside.

"I will purify you by myself! Arthas!"

"Oh... do you have this ability?"

"clang!"

The magic sword surging with endless cold and the warhammer wrapped in the holy light fought fiercely together.

Although Uther's courage was already extremely firm, after the first attack, he knew that Arthas was already strong enough to make him have to work hard. The Paladin took three steps back and moved a bit sorely. Ma's arm, his left hand pulled out the holy scripture hanging around his waist, he turned a page casually, and stroked his finger on it.

At the next moment, four auras composed entirely of holy light rose up around Uther's body.

Clenched fists, brilliant crowns, heavy shields and crosses in the ring.

The Holy Light spells representing power blessing, king’s blessing, sanctuary blessing, and wisdom blessing were applied to Uther’s body, instantly making the originally heavy energy of the Holy Light stronger again, and Dick’s talent also has it. Blessing skills, but he chose aura. Now it seems that Uther should be specialized in blessing spells.

Aura spells are for group promotion, while blessing spells can effectively improve individual combat power.

Uther... desperately!

At the moment when the master and the disciples were fighting for their lives, Dick, who had just returned to the Coldwind Camp, walked out of Herod’s tent tiredly. This guy’s life was very hard, and Dick dealt with his wounds in time. , So it only takes a period of rest to restore combat effectiveness.

Dick also heard the news that the death knights appeared yesterday. He was thinking about how to stop this wave of attacks. As a result, an unexpected mission was triggered at this time.

"D... Trigger the task, "The Holy Light will go out"!"

"Because of your intervention, the battle between Uther and Arthas was triggered in advance, but according to the current situation, it is difficult for Uther who is unprepared to escape the pursuit of death. It is time for you to play! Completely reverse Uther Destiny!"

"Explanation: This task is the first node of "Large Task-Pause of Historical Wheels" and cannot be abandoned. After failure, the large task will be judged to fail!"

"Huh...damn it!"

Dick was stunned for 3 seconds, and then ran to the stables. The battle between Uther and Arthas caught him off guard, but it was not the time to think about it now.

Uther! You must not die before I arrive!