Azeroth Trail of Light

On the front battlefield of the Crusader fortress, a fierce melee has begun for nearly ten minutes.

"Huh...huh..."

Uther panted and raised the warhammer, blocking a cross cut of Frostmourne. The huge power, mixed with the cold air, surged on Uther's arm. After touching the holy light, the cold The breath disappeared, but the sheer power still made Uther unable to help but back up a few steps.

Arthas was about to step forward to make up his sword. Dathrohan's epee and Gavinrad's one-handed hammer rushed from left to right. The King of Death Knight sneered and held Frostmourne with one hand. , Stretched forward with bare hands, and the snow-white light ball exploded in front of Dathrohan and Gavinrad, and the cold wave like an avalanche immediately forced them back.

"Howling wind strikes!"

At this time, the figure of Alessandro lifting the heavy sword leaped up from behind Arthas, and the wings formed by the holy light formed wings behind him. This blow was faster and stronger!

Arthas had no time to dodge, so he could only resort to the same tricks as Alyx. The green magic shield opened behind him and completely swallowed Alessandro’s angry blow, even though Arthas was far away. Stronger than Alyx, but Mograine is not comparable to Herod. This blow actually smashed the green shield, and the sword with the holy light smashed into Arta for the first time. In Si's body.

"Ah... ants!"

Under Alsace's pain, the Frostmourne in his hand was lifted to the sky, and the black energy was like a ghost claw, rushing out in all directions madly, Alessandro made a contribution with one blow, and he could not retreat. He was pinched tightly by the ghost claws and strangled towards the sky.

"Suffocation grip!"

"Let go of him! Monster!"

When Uther saw that his friend was captured, he did not care about his physical weakness, and re-inspired the Holy Light, so he rushed towards Arthas, but the moment he approached, Arthas lifted his face, revealing a trace. The grinning that succeeded in the conspiracy, the surface of Frostmourne held high, struck a black and white light intertwined. At this moment, the magic sword that was drawn even pierced the air, bringing out a little black crack beyond the sword mark. .

"Exit!"

This brought together all the remaining death runes of Alsace, and it was beyond everyone's imagination. Uther's warhammer was divided into two by the magic sword, and Uther retreated in time. After a step, he was not hurt by the magic sword.

But just as Uther breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Arthas open his left hand towards him, dark red light surging in the palm of his hand, six weird runes, in the light circle In addition, a unique light was formed.

The next moment, the dark red energy like ghost claws spouted from the palm of Alsace's palm, grabbed Uther's body, and pulled him to his side. Uther, who was holding the holy water in his hand, didn't even have time to take the holy water. After the injection, the body rushed towards Arthas involuntarily.

But Uther deserves to be a top-level paladin. When he felt the danger, he put all the remaining holy energy on his body, and a barrier made up of holy lights appeared outside his body.

"Holy barrier!"

Known as the invincible skills of the Paladin! In the game, this move can definitely defend most of the damage, but if Dick is here now, he will yell Uther to be careful, because when facing a big OSS behind the scenes like Arthas , Even the sacred barrier is not invincible!

In the future, after Arthas and Ner'zhul merged to become the second Lich King, when the players crusade against Arthas, they will face the last move "Frostmourne Fury", whether it is the holy barrier of the Paladin, It is still the ice shield of the mage, or the shield wall of the warrior, the life-binding cocoon of the monk, these so-called "invincible" skills are all useless!

Faced with this, players have their own various explanations. A more reliable explanation is: Frostmourne's power comes from Nazzar, the home star of the demon of Nazresm, where the power level is higher than that of Ai. Xerath is much higher, so under the suppression of the source of strength, all these invincible skills have to stand aside. (A burst of serious nonsense~ Don’t believe it)

But Uther didn't know this, until he was grasped by Arthas's cold hand armor, Arthas's dreamlike voice did not reach Uther's ears.

"Facing me and Frostmourne, your holy light cannot protect you!"

"bass!"

The sharp magic sword rested on the surface of the sacred shield, and the black, red and green rays of light corroded the holy light. In the incredible gaze of Uther and the onlookers, the sword slowly and firmly pierced the black. The sacred shield on Sor's body, at the moment when the holy light collapsed, the black and blue tip of the sword also sprang out from behind Uther.

"Do not!!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

The escaped Alessandro’s eyes were red. Although he and Uther had conceptual differences, this could not conceal the friendship between the two who had fought side by side for decades. He wielded his sword madly and attacked Arta. Si's body, even Arthas had to turn around to defend under this dense and frantic attack.

The pierced Uther felt that his soul was pierced under the cold blade. He fell to the ground feebly. Under the domineering suppression of Frostmourne, the energy of the Holy Light quickly moved from Uther. Escape from the body, Dathrohan and Gavinrad gave up the fight and brought Uther back to the knights' camp for the first time.

Just when Gavinrad used the holy light in his body to tremble and suppress Uther's fast and cold body, a voice came out.

"Don't move him!"

Gavinrad's hand froze in the air. He looked back and saw that Dick was holding a black sealed jar. He jumped off the horse like a mad tiger and walked into Uther quickly. Pulling the head of the great knight, looking at Uther's dying appearance, Dick gritted his teeth and slapped Uther in the face.

"Are you crazy! What are you doing!"

Dathrohan’s blade hit Dick’s neck for the first time, and the latter looked up at him.

"Shut up! I'm saving him!"

"Can you hear me! Grand Knight Uther, wake me up! This is your last chance. If you sink like this, your soul will be taken away by Frostmourne! You will become an accomplice of darkness!" Can you hear it? Wake me up!"

Dick grabbed Uther's cold arm, and then saw the great knight open his eyes with difficulty.

"You... Dick... I was wrong... I shouldn't..."

"Shut up, Great Knight, listen to me now!"

Dick lowered his head and quickly said to Uther while Uther was dead,

"Frostmourne was made by the Demon of Nathrezim, the Dreadlord. The ability to absorb soul comes from the Lich King, but this is not an absolute ability, as long as you can find another one with the same level as Frostmourne. By pouring your soul into it, you can avoid the doom of death, but at the same time, you will also be transformed into a death knight!"

Dick breathed a sigh of relief, looking at Uther’s wide-eyed eyes, he pulled out an ugly smile.

"Don't look at me like this, great knight. According to my method, you will become the first free-will death knight in the world. Although you will be abandoned by the Holy Light, at least you can still hold your soul. Arthas make a decision, don't forget! Lordaeron still needs you!"

"If you are willing to contribute to the land under your feet, even if you are a dead body to protect this fragmented country? If you want, just blink!"

Dathrohan and Gavinrad also heard Dick’s words. They looked at Uther intently. Although this was against the light of the Holy Light, as comrades in arms, no one wanted Uther’s soul to be affected by that. The magic sword was pulled into hell, and Uther squeezed the book in his hand into Dick's hand, and then closed his eyes with difficulty, his meaning was clear.

He is unwilling to abandon the way of holy light, even at the risk of his soul being swallowed after death!

But this is not what Dick wanted to see, he groaned.

"I'm sorry, the great knight, now is not the time to let you lose your temper! The Knights of the Silver Hand need your power, and Lordaeron needs it too!"

"Come here! Call the mage! Freeze the body of the Great Knight Uther!"

Dick yelled behind him, and the knight reacted immediately and staggered out. Within a minute, a flash art appeared beside Dick. The garrison mage of the Crusader fortress rolled up his sleeves without saying a word. He put the staff on Uther's body.

Before his soul died, his physical function, including the last trace of life, was completely frozen, but this is not omnipotent. Unless it is the guardian dragon Malygos, the frost of mortals The soul cannot be sealed.

So Dick did not delay for a second. After Uther was frozen, he said to the two great knights looking at him,

"Please, go and exchange Grand Knight Alessandro back. I have another secret to tell him! It's about the future of the Knights of the Silver Hand!"

Dathrohan and Gavinrad looked at each other, the former looked at Dick suspiciously.

"Where do you come from, know so much!"

"Remember the mysterious prophet who appeared in the court of King Terenas a year ago?"

Dick made up a lie without looking up,

"He told me!"

Dathrohan closed his eyes, did not speak, only drew his sword, and rushed out towards the battlefield. Although he had not seen it with his own eyes, it is said that the mysterious prophet did predict that the darkness would destroy Lordaeron, Uther El and Alessandro were both present at the time.

Whether what Dick said is true or not, you only need Alessandro to come over and take a look.

A few minutes later, the old knight, whose whole body was covered with wounds, rushed to Uther, who was already covered by ice, out of breath. He stretched out his hand and touched it on the cold ice, with a sharp look like a hawk. Staring at Dick,

"You said, have you seen that prophet?"

Dick looked at Alessandro without fear.

"Yes, that is actually the soul of Medivh, but the great knight, now is not the time to talk about this, the last hope of the great knight Uther is on your behalf!"

"What do you mean?"

Alessandro asked, Dick pointed to the left glove that Alessandro had never taken off since he first met.

"14 years ago, you followed Marshal Lothar on an expedition to Blackstone Mountain. You killed an orc warlock and got a gem surging with dark energy. That gem burned your palm and has not recovered. right?"

"bass!"

After Dick finished speaking, Alessandro’s blade touched Dick’s neck again, and the old knight took a step back.

"Who are you! This thing...I didn't tell anyone about it!"

"It's not important! The important thing is, that gem, that is our only hope for defeating Alsace!"

Dick stretched out his left hand and took off his glove, revealing the silver hand surging with the power of order. The combination of yellow skin and white steel fist formed the most weird picture. This scene made Alexandre Luo couldn't help his mouth grow bigger, Dick put on his gloves again.

"Look, everyone has a secret, but it is not important. The end of the light is darkness, but the end of the darkness is also the light. This is the secret of that gem. Take it to Ironforge and let the best blacksmith cast it into one. The sharp sword, when you hold it, Arthas has to tremble in front of you!"

As Dick spoke, he pointed to Uther.

"During the casting of the sword, you have to take the great knight to the Deadwind Path. The Dark Portal opened the door and the mage tower of Medivh, who caused the orc war, to find the place hidden in it. Hole, where there is another dark magic sword that was collected by Medivh. Only it can save Uther's soul! If you don't want to look at the soul of your old friend and be taken by Frostmourne!"

"You are forcing Uther to give up what he treasures most! Are you still a believer in the Holy Light? You devil!"

Alessandro roared angrily, but Dick shrugged indifferently.

"Choose faith, or choose the existence of the soul, if the Holy Light cannot save him, he has to rely on himself!"