Azeroth Trail of Light

In the past countless years, the Daksaron Fortress has been the stronghold of the Zuldak Drakalai trolls guarding the border. These trolls even built tall and strong walls and stairs along the sides of the fortress. Defend against furbolgs and other opponents charging up from Grizzly Hills.

This city wall has protected them for tens of thousands of years. It has protected the trolls through several large-scale wars. The Blade of Darkness, however, failed to protect the Drakkari trolls living here as before.

In fact, even in the face of the invasion of the undead Scourge, this fortress is not so easy to fall. This shameful failure that almost completely destroyed the Drakkari trolls is more due to the internal betrayal- Dakuru.

This troll was just an ordinary troll before the rise of the Lich King, maybe a priest or something, but what makes him different from other trolls is that this guy is the first to accept the power of the Lich King, And he wholeheartedly helps the Lich King infect his own kind to gain more power.

This mentality of giving up everything for the sake of power got him the attention of the Lich King. Before Arthas left Northrend for the first time, he gave Drakuru what he wanted with the will of the Lich King. When the second Lich King stood up from the throne, Drakuru had already led his army of "trolls" and captured the Dak'Saron Fortress, which really opened a way for the natural disasters to enter Zul'Drak. the way.

In recognition of this "devotion", the Lich King gave him another commendation, which satisfied Drakuru too, but he was looking forward to more. From this point of view, Drakuru is a true troll, Has all the good qualities a troll should have.

Cruel, cunning, unscrupulous and cruel enough for the purpose, and never superstitious about power, more use of wisdom to act, which also makes him the public enemy of the entire Drakkari troll, but Dakuru. Perhaps from a From the beginning, he never cared about this.

But today, Dakuru and his Dasakron Fortress ushered in a new opponent.

Uther stood in front of the main entrance of the Dasakron Fortress. The heavy gate had already been closed. This was the gate built when the Drakkari trolls were at their strongest. Although it was made of wood, the thick magic patterns on it , to ensure that it is strong enough, and there is an entire army of undead trolls wandering outside the door!

Among them were soldiers, priests, civilians, and even foreigners. That was Drakuru's army. Now, the dark warlord appointed by the Lich King is standing at the top of the Dasakron Fortress, looking at it with contempt. Uther and his team of less than 200 people behind him.

No one would believe that with such a little power, Uther could break through the majestic Dasakron Fortress.

Uther felt that contemptuous gaze, but he didn't care, because he knew that his power had always been buried under this land.

The death knight pulled out the Death Judgment on his back, the blood-red rays of light wrapped around the ferocious bone spurs and blades of light, Uther raised it high into the air, black bat wings appeared behind him, spreading like covering the sky and the sun behind him Open, so at the same time, the ground below is shaking together.

Dozens of black lightning bolts appeared from the top of Uther's sword, like a black streamer. When the streamer reached its apex, the vibration of the ground also reached the most violent, and the next moment, Uther's feet The ground in the ground cracked, and more than a dozen necromantic servants broke through the ground and crawled out from the ground.

They were more than 4 meters tall, wearing tattered armor and holding rusty heavy weapons. They staggered and stood beside Uther, guarding him like the most steadfast soldiers.

After finishing all this, the death knight looked up at the top of the Dazakron Fortress. Behind him, more than 200 death knights had summoned their own army of the dead. It wasn't those ghouls or skeletons. Even Koldira, who had just joined the Ebon Blade Knights recently, barely summoned 4 vrykul necromancers and two high-level nerubians.

The number of the entire team swelled nearly 20 times in an instant, but it wasn't over yet.

Thassarian, who was standing beside Uther, took off the bone-white horn from his belt, and blew the horn with the power of darkness. A few seconds later, the sound of a large creature beating the air came from afar. As the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees in an instant, dozens of frost dragons controlled by death knights rushed down from the dark sky.

Drakuru's face changed drastically, but before he could issue an order, the dark bat wings behind Uther twitched in the air, causing his body to rush forward rapidly, as if a black cloud appeared on the ground. The flow pierced through the defense lines of the undead trolls in front of them in an instant, and the next moment, there was a deafening collision sound from the main entrance of Dasakron Fortress.

The whole earth seemed to vibrate at this moment, the gunpowder smoke dissipated, the gate hadn't collapsed yet, the dazzling black energy collided with the troll runes and the entangled light and shadow almost blown away everything around, except Uther, like a Like a black nail, nailed firmly in front of the gate.

Accumulate strength, raise sword, charge forward, slash!

"click"

Uther carried the bone sword behind his back, and the ground under his feet split open. Under the watchful eyes of Drakuru and other death knights, a black light blade that seemed to pierce the sky flashed into the gate and city wall in front of him. It seemed that a black crack had appeared on the city wall and the gate.

In the end, it disappeared into nothingness. Although Uther is strong, he has not reached the level of destroying this huge building with one blow, but...his goal has been achieved.

The death knight stretched out his hand and pushed lightly on the door in front of him.

"boom!"

The next moment, the heavy gray-blue gate shattered into crazily surging fragments in front of his eyes. In the space where the sawdust was flying, the way ahead was clear. The death knights and their army of the dead began to charge silently. The dragon sprayed death to his heart's content in this already dead city.

Nothing can stop them. Nothing more.

Koldira died a month ago during a military operation from Crystalsong Forest to Icecrown Glacier, so he only had half a month to become a Death Knight, if not before he died in battle, If he is already a powerful Quel'Thalas blood elf warrior, he is not qualified to participate in this operation.

But even so, from controlling anger to now controlling the surging death in his body, he is obviously still a little uncomfortable. Whether it is the operation of power or the understanding of death, he is still a little jerky, which makes him face the situation in front of him. When tall trolls swarmed in, they would always subconsciously use warriors to resolve the battle.

But anger no longer responded to him, which made Koldira's battle even more difficult.

"Intruder. Die!"

The troll warlord, who had been completely undead, swung the heavy reverse blade in his hand, and slashed towards Koldira. The weapon collided, and the high elf death knight couldn't help but take several steps back before stopping his body. It's not the end, because Koldira still can't command the undead he summoned proficiently, they are all fighting according to their own instincts, and they can't come to support Koldira at all.

So after the number of tall troll warlords around reached 5, the battle that Kurdila could barely maintain immediately collapsed. Surging outside the body, forming a blood shield to protect himself from being seriously injured.

But the next moment, a black shadow jumped into the battle circle, his left hand waved forward, the blood-red death energy formed a chain, and it was buckled on the body of the troll warlord who was about to hit Kuldeira. It was pulled back, the body was still flying in the air, and the long sword in Thassarian's hands had already been swung, the death energy flowed, transformed into bone-piercing frost through the runes on the blade, and formed outside his body There were circles of small northern storms, and all the undead trolls who approached him would be continuously slowed down under the impact of frost, and eventually turned into five crystal clear ice sculptures.

The long sword in Thassarian's hand glowed blood-red, and he slashed at the two ice sculptures from left to right. Before the troll warlords broke the ice, the blade cut into their necks, and the death energy The huge force of the transformation directly cut off their heads, and the headless corpses fell to the ground.

Death Knight Combat Technique - Spiritual Strike.

A residual blood-red shield appeared around Thassarian's body. It was a shield made up of the power of death absorbed from the dead body just now, which helped him block the attacks of the remaining three warlords. His left hand once again With a wave, the blood-red energy rushing out from the ground turned into claws, strangling the neck of a troll warlord, and lifted it high into the sky, struggling continuously, but unable to break free.

Death Knight Combat Technique - Suffocating Grip

In the next second, the light and shadow danced again, this time the blade was entwined with the power of snow-white frost, and under the blessing of this icy power, Thassarian's attack speed became faster and faster.

Two white light-like sword blades danced on the troll's body. After the final blow, the remaining two troll warlords still maintained their previous slashing, but all the joints in their bodies had been cut open.

Combat Technique - Frost Strike.

For the final blow, Thassarian clasped his hands together and swung them towards the sky. The ice-blue energy continued to extend on his combined swords, instantly forming a thick and delicate ice sickle. As Thassarian slashed back, the sickle grazed the bodies of the three trolls, and the extremely sharp sickle grazed their corpses, cutting them into six pieces precisely.

Advanced Combat Skill - Frost Scythe

After all this was done, Thassarian returned the two swords to his back, and Kurtira just got up from the ground, less than 3 seconds later.

Thassarian looked back at Kurtira, fell silent for a moment, and stretched out his hand. There was a laceration on Kurtira's left leg. He looked at Thassarian's stretched out hand, and didn't want to Ignore it, but in the end Thassarian grabbed the armor and lifted it from the ground.

"Why do you want to save me?"

Kurtira asked mercilessly, Thassarian was silent for a moment, and said,

"Thank you for saving my sister Lerissa, and even sacrificing your own life for it...I owe you my life!"

Thassarian looked at Koldira seriously, and the latter probably remembered something, stood there blankly, and finally smiled mockingly,

"I didn't expect that the human girl who recklessly broke into the battlefield would be your sister... Fu... Forget it, I don't regret saving a life that shouldn't die from the hands of the undead, but Thassarian, you Wrong, you owe me two lives! And my brother Faltola, I will kill you with my own hands, I swear!"

Thassarian glanced at him and whispered,

"After killing the Lich King, I will give you my life back with my own hands."

"No!"

Kurtira pulled an ugly smile on his face, "Keep it, I'll get it myself!"

Passing behind the two people, death and death are colliding crazily, like two giant beasts swaying death, screaming to pierce their teeth into each other's veins and put each other to death.

And at a higher place, Uther and Dakuru have already fought. The outcome of these two guys will directly determine the direction of this battle.

No one wants to lose, so they all want to win, but the cruelest thing is this, there is always only one winner.