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Chapter 477 10. The web of fate? The web of death --- Add more updates for the fallen angel brothers

Chapter 477 10. Web of Destiny, Web of Death——add more for ☆Fallen Angel Brothers!

"Tick tock... tick tock..."

The water dripping from the top of the rock formation hits the somewhat weathered stone platform. At the bottom of the stone platform, the historical pictures about the nerubians carefully carved by nerubian artisans are somewhat blurred. In the passage of time, no matter how great a civilization is, it will turn pale. From prosperity to silence, it may take thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years.

But in the long river of time, they are insignificant like dust drifting with the tide, meaningless.

Just like the once majestic castle, after thousands of years, it will be turned into piles of ruins by wind and sand. Time, this is the greatest and most ruthless existence.

In the deepest part of Azjol Nerub, there is a completely suspended high platform. The nerubians used incredible skills and countless spider webs to suspend the heavy platform in the dark and silent sky, and everything around it was hollowed out , and the bottom directly leads to the coldest underground river, which is as quiet as an abyss.

No joy, no sorrow, no despair, no memories, nothing...that is the true meaning of the abyss.

"call…"

Anub'arak, who was resting on the stone platform, let out a heavy breath, like a storm rolled over this silent platform, without a speck of dust on it, in the past countless years, tens of thousands of fires would always be ignited here Candles and incense made from the fat of giant beasts illuminated everything in this darkness as brightly as the Kingdom of God.

Even creatures born and dead in the dark will have an extraordinary attachment to the light.

When it was young, blowing out those candles with its breath was its favorite play, although every candle extinguished meant that the servants who guarded these candles that could not be extinguished would receive a whipping, which was strictly prohibited by law. One of the most painful punishments in the harsh Nerub Kingdom, the nerubian elders never show mercy to those who dare to violate the laws.

In the execution hall of Ankahet, the long whip intertwined with shadow energy will make the most powerful nerubian warrior completely lose control of his body with just one whip. No one is willing to try that feeling for a second time. Second-rate.

However, even the most stern nerubian elder will choose to ignore Anub'arak's behavior, because the most noble blood of Nerub is flowing in its body, which means that it will become the entire kingdom of darkness. The master of the world, the king of the underground world.

And the strongest!

The mysterious Yaqir Empire has long since disappeared into time, but the gift it left to the nerubians has not disappeared after tens of millions of years. Anub'arak is the product of this gift, the crypt lord, who once The true aristocratic class of the Yaqir Empire, the ruler family of the Nerubian Kingdom.

Regarding how powerful the pure blood of the crypt lord is, there is no need to repeat it here. Just an objective fact is enough to illustrate this point. After Anub'arak became an adult, his recipe included all the creatures in Northrend …yes, that includes dragons too.

The mere thought of a creature that feeds on giant dragons is enough to make one shudder.

But even if it is so powerful, when Ner'zhul's dark army swept across Northrend and when Azjol Nerub was attacked, he still suffered a defeat.

Anub'arak still remembers that battle. He led the most powerful legion in the Nerubian Kingdom to directly attack the Frozen Throne from the ground. They raided all the way, and nothing could stop the Crypt Lord's infinite brute force. Under the claws of Anub'arak, all of Ner'zhul's servants met ignominious defeat.

Until he came to the Frozen Throne, he was soaked in blood, but had a nearly invincible fighting posture. Facing the old soul sealed in the ice for thousands of years, Anub'arak challenged with the attitude that a king should have .

In that battle, Ner'zhul attacked it from the soul level, Tichondrius blocked it from the front, and other dreadlords besieged it from the side, but even in that situation, Anub'arak fought to the last moment, killing the least The 3 dreadlords, his roar and rage, made Tichondrius terrified.

But in the end, he still fell before the Frozen Throne... That battle was brilliant, it was a proper funeral for a king, and it should have been the end of everything.

He should have died there with glory, and then be engraved on the obelisk of history by the nerubians, but when his heavy and invincible body stood up again, all the glory was gone from him went.

Frost covered his hard carapace, darkness filled his body, life had left him, but death dominated him, he had to bow down to the stronger soul, and then bring the same resurrected The subordinates returned to their kingdom.

It's exactly the same as what Arthas did...but Anub'arak's experience was obviously crazier. On the day he re-entered Azjol Nerub who was still stubbornly resisting the undead Scourge, all the candles on the Hanging Throne off...

Yes, this is the meaning of those candles. As long as they are still burning, the fire of civilization of the nerubians will still exist.

The extinguishing of those candles, without the mischievous smiles of childhood, has never been as heavy as that moment.

Anub'arak watched it all happen, even joined it, no sorrow, no despair... just a heart that stopped beating, and a soul that was cold and silent.

From that day on, the crypt lord closed his mouth forever, and he became quiet, just like the posture a bug should have, lurking in the dark, hunting in the dark, because of the order of the dark will, in the whole The world set off a storm of flesh and blood.

He has no glory, and he doesn't need that thing anymore.

In the dark ruins of Azjol? Nerub, no one will disturb Anub'arak. He is still the ruler here, resting and recuperating on the throne where the flame of hope has been extinguished...Maybe It also thinks and remembers, but no one knows.

"Ka...Ka Ka"

The sound of footsteps, the sound of shouting and killing, and the sound of collisions against the closed stone gate came from the throne path ahead. These sounds came from far and near, completely breaking the tranquility of the suspended throne. Nubarak shook his body, the power of his main body flowed through his limbs, and the next moment, his body like a hill stood up from the stone platform.

The sharp horn covered with thick blue frost swayed in the air, and then the pair of icy blue indifferent eyes opened, and the sound of deep breathing... It was like the coldest storm in the Northland, sweeping everything around , the hanging throne was covered with a layer of elite frost, and then it slid under Anub'arak's forelegs, tearing out pieces of blue snowflakes.

His forelimbs are thick and sharp, like dark blue siege cones, and the horniness in front is harder than rock and steel. Relying on the sharpness and strength of these forelimbs, he can easily tear apart those careless dragons On the neck and the forelegs, there are two armbands made by Nerubian artisans, engraved with ancient and mysterious Nerubian runes, and on the sharp long horns on his head, there are also the roars of countless innocent souls. When he stood up, , the atmosphere of the entire hanging throne has become dangerous.

This is Anub'arak, the most powerful crypt lord, the sharpest heavy ax of the Undead Scourge. Under its oppression, all living beings must surrender in fear.

Today... a new challenger is here!

"boom"

The stone gate leading to the hanging throne was pushed open, and the two huge stone gates that had existed since the dawn of the Nerubian civilization were smashed inward with irresistible force, splashing countless pieces of debris. Dust and crumbs, in the dark dust, three figures appeared in the dim light of the entrance.

Old Fording held the slightly trembling Shadowmourne horizontally. The cold-faced Lor'themar Theron and the equally indifferent Rogelio Starchaser stood beside him from left to right. Mexner's huge body blocked him Before the gate, Ajjol Nerub's nerubian undead were frantically attacking the tarantula mother, but they were at an absolute disadvantage under Mexner's equally frenzied slashing.

Although not as powerful as Anub'arak, Mexner was specially arranged by the former Kel'Thuzad in the floating fortress Naxxramas, which is enough to illustrate its deterrent and combat effectiveness. It is worth mentioning that , above Mexner's head, the old dwarf Brian Bronzebeard was holding on to the bony spur on the top of the tarantula's head, throwing a ball of explosives from his hand from time to time to resist the black nerubians falling from the sky.

As an explorer, Old Brian shouldn't appear on this kind of raid battlefield, but his strong curiosity killed him again. When he found that there was no way to retreat, the plague tarantula that frightened him, Instead, it became Brian's best defense.

Between death and fear, Brian climbed on top of Mexner's head with hands and feet, but he really couldn't participate in the next battle.

"whoosh"

The way Lor'themar greeted was always so special. When he reunited with his "friend" not long ago, the Dark Ranger raised his hand and greeted him with a powerful Chimera shot. The perfectly carved white bone The arrow shone with a dark light in the air, and the distance of hundreds of meters was almost gone in a flash. The speed of the long arrow whizzing away even left the sound far behind.

But Anub'arak just stretched out his forelegs and waved lightly, a flash of sparks exploded on his forelimbs, and it appeared so bright in the darkness. Not only is he powerful, but he also possesses a creature of the same size, which is impossible at all. Speed ​​of reaction, the two combined into one, made the Crypt Lord Anub'arak a truly formidable foe.

"boom"

The golden holy flame pierced the darkness, took Old Fording's body, and passed around the hanging throne. The dense cobwebs that were almost invisible in the darkness were like a golden streamer, at the moment when the light faded away , a golden-blue strange edge lit up on the top of Anub'arak's head, Old Fording's white hair was blown backwards, his body was like a protruding arc, the one that jumped up in the air For a moment, all kinetic energy and all strength were perfectly concentrated on Shadowmourne's battle axe.

"boom"

The huge forelimbs collided with the battle axe, a slash mark appeared on Anub'arak's battle-scarred forelimbs, and the mysterious armband was completely broken by this blow.

Four cracks appeared on the ground of the suspended throne where the crypt lord stood on all fours. Under the continuous pressure of old Fording, the cracks began to spread to the surroundings.

This throne, which had carried the Nerubian Nerubian civilization for tens of thousands of years, also began to collapse in this battle, just like the history of the Nerubian Kingdom that had already collapsed.

"whoosh"

Orange light and shadows splashed, and Anub'arak's head was deflected outward by the light arrow at this moment. On the carapace above his head, a shocking depression appeared, and the light arrow shattered his hard shell. , black blood flowed from it.

On the edge of the hanging throne not far away, Rogelio Chasing Star with an indifferent face has once again pulled away the exquisite and gorgeous starlight longbow that is like a work of art. At the moment the bowstring was drawn, Another brilliant orange light arrow automatically appeared between Rogelio's two fingers.

Wearing a black eyepatch, the high elf ranger with a scar on his face was silent and didn't have much sense of presence, but the moment he drew his bow, even an existence like Anub'arak would feel a burst of pain. A boiling menace.

"Whizzing"

The arrow of light flew out, and at the same time another long arrow of white bones flew out. Death did not make Lor'themar weak. On the contrary, the ranger lord, tempered by death, has become more and more tenacious, just like a real sword. The sharpened blade was raised high and slashed towards Anub'arak's neck.

The Crypt Lord wanted to dodge, but under the obstruction of Fording and Shadowmourne, its blocking movement was obviously deformed. The light arrow pierced his eyes and pierced into the carapace under the face, while the bone arrow was tricky. Following the connection between the carapaces, it penetrated from the crypt lord's abdomen, and most of the arrow body pierced into his body.

Just the clarion call to start the battle turned the battle into a fierce battle. On the throne where the first Nerubian king was born, the last Nerubian king might also fall here.

Ah, the beginning of a civilization, the dimming of a civilization,

The king's blood will spill over the broken throne,

In the darkness of total destruction, maybe there will also be a ray of hope.

In short, the world is impermanent, who knows?

Thank you ☆Fallen Angel Brothers for your support! In a while, there will be three more chapters for the boss of Frostfang Claws... 10 new chapters will be released today! Depositor, you are on your way.

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