Azeroth Trail of Light

"boom!"

Just as Alessandro and Dick looked at each other, Dathrohan was holding a long sword and blocking Alsace’s fierce slash from the front view, but Dathrohan didn’t notice it. In the last wave of slashes, A blood-red light appeared on the surface of Frostmourne.

"The spirit world...strike!"

"boom!"

Arthas held the sword in both hands, and his fierce blow directly severely damaged Dathrohan's body and soul, and the Holy Light in his body was almost defeated!

And his body, like a cannonball, was smashed against the gate.

Dick saw this scene, his eyes narrowed, stepped back a few steps, rolled over and mounted his horse, he looked at Alessandro,

"That said, you can make your own choice, High Lord. Besides, if you want to go to Karazhan, you'd better bring Miss Jaina Proudmoore, she will be a good guide!"

"You...Where are you going?"

Alessandro called out as he watched Dick tear open the seal of the Holy Light on the surface of the black jar in his arms.

"Me? I'm going to lead Alsace away, lest he really ruin this place!"

Dick carried the fire of justice behind his back and glanced at Alessandro for the last time.

"Lord, Arthas will not return here for at least 3 months! Before he returns with an endless and more powerful army of necromancers, you'd better have become an "Emberbringer", otherwise...otherwise We are all done!"

The next moment, Dikla picked up the reins, the war horse roared, and rushed out from the door of the Crusader fortress. Dick held the last point of the seal of the Holy Light in one hand, and ran away from Alsace and Gavinra. After the German battlefield, he waved his hand and lifted the last trace of the seal, and then shouted at Arthas,

"Alsace! What you want is with me! Come with me! Otherwise I will pour it into the holy water!"

At this moment, in Alsace's mind, Kel'Thuzad's voice yelled frantically,

"Damn! Damn! That **** again! He is holding my ashes! Damn!"

"To shut up!"

Arthas roared in his spirit, and forced a sword to retreat Gavinrad, with one move, one of the fastest and smallest crypt spider demon rushed towards Arthas, and the king of death knights threw himself. With a leap, it landed on the head of the Crypt Spider Demon, and this weird combination ran straight in the direction where Dick had left.

After Arthas left, Farek, who was the combat commander, glanced at the prince who had left, and drew out the mourning sword from his waist.

"Charge! Soldiers of His Royal Highness! Destroy this place! In the name of His Royal Highness Arthas!"

Dathrohan, who reacted, also slid his sword, propped up his body, and shouted at the Paladins who raised their weapons and prepared for thousands of melee combat.

"Close the door! Defend! Let the priests expand the barrier! Don't let them rush up!"

The Paladins just woke up like a dream. The first wave of elven rangers who had boarded the walls of the Crusader fort opened their big bows and fired five consecutive volleys, finally suppressing the advance of the undead pioneers and cooperating with the knights to close the fortress gate. .

The priests who had been prepared for a long time gathered together. Under the leadership of the old monks from the Holy Light’s Hope Chapel, they chanted the magic of sheltering from the Holy Light. Soon, a thin and tough barrier of Holy Light was here. Set up around the fortress, this barrier can effectively prevent the undead from stepping into the fortress area. For any undead who dare to approach, it has a strong suppression, burning, and weakening effect.

When the undead gathered in a hurry and were not prepared for a siege weapon at all, if you want to break through this weakening barrier, unless you gather all the undead in the entire West Dalungmir area, you can't do it at all, especially It was when the Crusaders’ fortress had fully completed the preparatory work.

Let’s not mention the tragic siege here. On the other side, Dick is holding Kel’Thuzad’s ashes, riding on a horse, and rushing in the direction of the Sordo River. The distance between the Crusader’s fortress and that river. Not far, but time, for Dick, has become the most precious thing.

The Crypt Spider Demon has eight legs and a large beetle-like structure. It can run and travel much faster in short distances than Dick’s horses. Although its endurance is slightly worse, it is not counted in Frostmourne. Under the squeeze of the consequences, this spider monster can at least maintain this speed, running until the body collapses, which is an advantage that Dick can't compare.

The distance between him and Arthas was being quickly shortened. When he entered the attack range of Arthas, with the current strength and skill power of Arthas, as long as he was hit by Frostmourne once, everything was finished.

Moreover, the section from the Crusader fortress to the Sordo River was all flat land, and there was no jungle obstruction at all. Even if Dick increased his speed no matter how fast he was, he couldn't escape in a straight line.

Of all the misfortunes, the greatest fortune was that when the horses came to the towering banks of the Sordo River, Dick did not have to flee.

He rolled over and got off the horse out of breath, patted the horse’s neck, and let go of its bridle. These horses tamed by the Knights of the Silver Hand are all extremely intelligent breeds, so after Dick waved at it, Feeling the more and more terrifying aura coming from behind, the horse neighed, changed a direction, and dashed into the small woods not far away.

Dick took the fire of justice from his back, leaned in front of him, holding the ashes in one hand, and watching Arthas and its spider monsters approaching closer, the ground began to shake, like a slight earthquake. Dick knew that a spider monster alone could not produce such an effect. This was entirely because Arthas was using the spider monster's talent to oppress himself psychologically.

But he gritted his teeth and gathered all the holy light in his body on his left hand. The silver hand became warm. Dick took off the steel armor and pointed it in the direction of Arthas. The shock was shot out.

This shot was aimed at the Nerubs. These creatures were brought by Arthas from Northrend to Lordaeron. The Lord-level Nerubs were too heavy to cross the sea. In other words, this land The cave spider demon is at the elite level at best. This shock is sacred and shocked, and it is enough to cause damage to it.

"Wow~!"

The blazing holy light and the power of order were mixed together. Because of the distance, it did not hit the top of the spider demon's head, but it still opened a fist-sized hole in its forelimbs, green dirty blood and The sorrowful wailing hindered Arthas's rapid approach. He stood on top of the spider demon's head, frowning slightly.

Seeing the spider demon under his feet enduring the pain, and still maintaining the forward movement, Arthas's expression became cold, and his heart moved. The spider demon stopped the difficult charge and placed his huge head on the ground. Arthas Step by step, he walked down from the corner of the spider demon's head.

Like a king who had walked down his shoulders, he walked a few steps and stood in front of Dick, his eyes noticed on the ashes he was holding in his arms, and then he set his eyes on Dick again.

The current Dick rushed from the cold wind camp to the Crusader fortress, and rushed out from the Crusader fortress. The armor on his body had already been scattered, plus his panting due to tension and exhaustion, and the silent Arthas In comparison, his image is undoubtedly extremely poor.

"Alsace, we meet again!"

Dick looked at Arthas with an indifferent face. Although he had seen him countless times in the game, only when he was really standing in front of him, the wind blowing over his face would tell how strong this guy really is! Dick felt his body tremble. This was not fear or panic, but the kind of awe from the bottom of his heart as a prey when faced with higher-level creatures and predators.

"Dick... I remember you..."

Arthas looked at Dick standing in front of him. His voice was cold, like a chill squeezed from the whistling of the north wind. This dark soul had retained all Alsace’s memories and beliefs. He looked at Di K, there was a wave of fluctuations in his indifferent eyes, but then he returned to indifference.

"Give me the ashes! I will give you a decent death!"

"Hehe, do you still have to serve you after you die?"

Dick pursed his lips. When the negative emotions in his heart reached the strongest, the panic had dissipated a lot. He looked at Arthas and raised the warhammer in his hand.

"Unfortunately, I refuse!"

Seeing Arthas lift up Frostmourne, which was surging with the cold breath, Dick made a move. He placed the columbarium outside the mountain wall, below the surging Sordo River.

"Death Grip can quickly pull me towards you, but unfortunately, I know this can only be applied to a single body, so you can only choose one for me and it!"

Dick took a step back, one foot was already floating, he looked at Alsace's indifferent face, at this moment, Dick suddenly discovered that when you hold the will to death, no one can control you anymore.

Death is always the fairest thing!

"I will kill you, kill your brothers and friends, kill your lover... Jaina, right? Her Royal Highness will actually like a vulgar soldier, hehehe, you will kill her in front of you! I swear!"

Arthas pointed the blade of Frostmourne at Dick. It was obvious that Dick's behavior had angered the death lord, but Dick smiled freely.

"Alsace, I know you will go to Quel'Thalas! You will resurrect your evil adjutant there, but I won't let you succeed easily! You chopsticks, there, the sun well! Where is our ultimate Battlefield!"

Dick stretched out his finger, pulled it around his neck, and circumcised his throat arrogantly.

"Come on! Come to Quel'Thalas to find me! Alsace! The game has started, you can't refuse!"

"Hahaha! The holy light will not extinguish, justice will not die!"

Dick threw it with one hand, and the ashes and his body fell into the rushing Sordo River in two directions. Alsace’s indifferent face gave him a real expression for the first time. Taking a few steps, his left hand leaned forward, black and red death energy gushing from the palm of his hand, like a black poisonous snake, accurately grasped the falling columbarium, wrapped it up, and finally landed steadily. In the heart of his hand.

But on the other side, where is Dick in the rushing river?

"Hehehe...I retracted my previous evaluation, this **** is an interesting bug!"

Kel'Thuzad's voice rang in Alsace's mind.

"Look, he has sent you an invitation, do you want to play this game?"

"He was just to give the knights of West Daronmir time to linger!"

Arthas inserted Frostmourne back behind him, glanced at the direction of Sordo River for the last time, turned and jumped onto the head of the spider demon whose wound had been repaired by shadow energy.

"But you’re right. Now that the game has started, why should I give up? I also want to see what step this bug can do! The Silver Hand? Humph! Uther is dead, just do it again. Give them some time to linger!"

The death knight king urged the Nerubians to advance, but this time, it was no longer in the direction of the Crusader fortress, but on the other side, the upper reaches of the Sordo River. If you climb over the mountains there, you can enter the sea. Seth had no intention of entering East Dallone Mill, and the Paladins would not let him enter it so easily.

Holy Light’s Hope Chapel... As a former paladin, Arthas knew what kind of stuff was buried under that chapel. That was... something that threatened his life. !

Regardless of whether Alsace recognizes Dick's statement or not, in fact, at this moment, between the two people, the game surrounding the survival of an ancient country, and even the change of the situation in northern Xinjiang, has begun!

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The game between Dick and Alsace has begun, with one country as the **** and northern Xinjiang as the winner, brothers! Recommend a wave of collections!