Azeroth Trail of Light

The hustle and bustle of the Angasa battlefield has yet to affect the interior of the Icecrown Fortress, but compared to the fiery battlefield where the flames of anger almost burn the sky, the battles taking place in this bone-cold fortress are not inferior at all.

Old Fording led the paladins to occupy the bottom platform, and the newly resurrected Lord Marrowgar had fallen into a desperate situation.

It is said that this is a distorted creature born in Ner'zhul's experiment to develop the skeleton undead. It is cast with a thousand undead bones defeated by him in the endless flame of the soul furnace. It is weird and powerful, just like the one in the mortal nightmare. The embodiment of an unspeakable fear.

It has four completely different skeletal heads, human, orc, elf, and an unknown creature, his body is only the upper part, those are like undead with randomly matched bones expanding inside Under the gathering of flames, it was arranged in a chaotic pattern on his chest, and behind him, there were four curved, sharp, off-white, spider-like claws.

It does not fall to the ground, but is suspended on the ground in a way that ordinary people cannot imagine.

It is the gatekeeper of Icecrown Citadel and the adversary that must be defeated by the warriors trying to reach the deeper depths!

Its howl shook everyone's hearts. There was no doubt that this was a powerful and tricky guy. In order to deal with him, the two top powerhouses, Old Fording and Saurfang, once again chose to join forces.

This ferocious skeletal behemoth holds its own bone battle ax in both hands, and every blow will leave a icy blue piercing flame on the compressed and narrower battlefield. After a while, the entire battlefield is almost covered by this It is wrapped in a flame that hurts the soul. The existence of this flame prevents the possibility of ordinary soldiers attacking it-but any existence whose soul is not strong enough can hardly survive even 5 minutes in this flame.

Its huge body firmly blocked the frozen passage leading to the hall further back, as if it was still performing its duties as a gatekeeper, but in fact, the wall of ice on the other side of the battlefield had been cut open by a sharp blade A chasm full of cracks, it was clear that the gatekeeper had failed.

But it is obviously unrealistic to keep this giant beast on the battlefield. For the soldiers, this thing is simply a god of death! Someone has to take on the task of getting rid of it.

"I will restrain you!"

Old Fording waved his left hand back, holding the black-blue battle ax lingering in the purple soul light, and bravely rushed into the blue flames. The thick holy light continued to expand behind him, forming a four-sided shield. Help him resist the constantly attacking soul flame.

Marrowgar's heavy bone ax immediately slashed at Old Fording who was rushing forward. When the battle ax was in mid-air, it ignited touches of faint blue blades, but Old Fording did not flash Without avoiding it, he raised his battle ax and attacked him head-on.

The bodies of the two are not at the same level at all, like a mouse challenging a giant, but Old Fording has no fear on his face.

"boom"

The two weapons collided, and the scorching holy light in Old Fording's body completely exploded at this moment. The dazzling and brilliant light was scattered by this heavy blow, and sprinkled on the surrounding blue flames like a rain of light. A completely different kind of energy collision made the dark blue fire around the old knight feel as if it had encountered a heavy pressure from the sky at this moment, and it was almost extinguished at this moment.

Lord Marrowgar's unstoppable charge was also forcibly stopped at this moment. This stop gave the deadly blade that had been wandering around the edge of the battlefield a chance to enter.

"Eat me with an axe!"

Substantial sonic beams slammed into Lord Marrowgar's head from mid-air. The brainless monster was blasted by the battle roar, and its body shook a bit. In this fatal stagnation, the blood The red figure was like a huge boulder flying out of a trebuchet, drawing a bloody arc in the air, and the spine battle ax in his hand swung round, and accurately chopped at the center of its four heads.

Anger flowed through Saurfang's arms. The blood-red light on the edge of the already sharp edge of the battle ax was even more gloomy. The tyrannical impact brought by the fatal blow made him almost blow Lord Margalore's head completely. He slashed, but in the end he couldn't finish the blow, and just chopped off its two heads, but even so, the threat of another death still woke up the twisted monster from stagnation.

The faint blue flames spurted out from the gaps in every bone in its body, dyeing Margallo into a shape like a flame element.

The moment before the flames extended to the battle axe, the orc warrior's left foot kicked on the edge of the head of the giant bone beast, and the whole body fell towards the rear.

"It's almost there, Fording, I'll leave it to you!"

Saurfang's voice came out amidst the scorching sound of the blue flames scorching the ground, and the four sharp claw blades on the back of the giant white bone monster also opened suddenly at this moment, stabbing at the falling sky from four directions. Saurfang, back and forth, completely sealed off the space where he could dodge.

The corner of the old orc's mouth opened into a grin, and bloody anger sprang up on his body again. His left fist stretched back, and under the strong anger wrapping, he punched out in a spiral shape, right in front of him. A white bone claw blade.

"click"

Half of the gray-white giant bone spur flew out from the place where the warrior and the giant beast collided, and nailed to the distant frost wall.

But the next moment, the other three sharp blades shot out from under and behind his body, and Saurfang was about to be pierced.

"Feel the wrath of my soul!"

"boom!"

The purple energy storm exploded in all directions, and the whistling soul storm of all things tore apart everything it could destroy, whether it was the blue flames, the body of Lord Margallo who was close at hand, or the entire body. The halls that were all covered with ice were all under the frantic destruction from the soul power of Shadowmourne at this moment.

Cracks, storms, the manifestations of this power made Margalo's huge, twisted, and evil body, which was about to be killed in one blow, at this moment, as if it were covered with an invisible shackle, and the inside of its body was blue. The color's soul fire is constantly oscillating, as weak as a candle in the wind.

For this kind of undead creature that has no physical protection in essence, the soul storm erupting from the myriad phenomena is almost 100% powerful, and it has been completely borne by this unlucky giant beast. The destruction of the myriad phenomena in the world is enough to prove the strength of the monster itself.

But... it has no chance.

"click"

The figure of old Fording holding the ax jumped right above Margaro's trembling body. He held the ice-blue battle ax in both hands, and raised it above his head. The golden sea of ​​holy light surged behind him. Moving, the seven cold runes on the battle ax were lit up one by one. At this moment, light and darkness were completely integrated into one.

Like the last judge.

This old knight who has reached the top of the paladins of Azeroth, his eyes will only look so indifferent when he looks at these completely hopeless creatures.

"Repent, monster!"

It was the last sound Margallo heard.

"Don't you understand your ignorance!"

"Are you still going to resist this great power?"

On the platform directly above the Margalore battlefield, the new leader of the Cult of the Damned, the mysterious Ms. Deathwhisper, is desperately fighting against the opponent who is so powerful that she almost despairs.

She waved both hands, and the huge shadow arrow and curse spell appeared in her palm as easily as eating and drinking, and then she threw it at the damn draenei opposite!

Her most sacred preacher hall is already in a mess at this time, dozens of black charred corpses are lying on the ground engraved with religious patterns, they are her most sincere and powerful believers, the dark world The strongest group of people, but they didn't even have the slightest resistance in front of the draenei who appeared with a substantial ocean of holy light, and their bodies were ignited by a burst of holy light ripples The darkness and death in it were consumed by the purifying fire.

Even Ms. Deathwhisper herself was already in extreme embarrassment at this time. The mask she used to cover her face had been burned away in the confrontation just now, revealing her real face.

Skull Yes, like Kel'Thuzad, she is a lich. A powerful lich who is loyal to the Lich King, she can even be said to be one of the most powerful mages in the world, but, facing this When damn old Draenei, she was no better than a child learning magic.

Facing her attack, the draenei didn't even need to fight back, and the layer of holy light covering the surface of his body wouldn't even be destroyed at all. That was another layer of power that had completely changed.

That is no longer an opponent she can fight against. It is an existence far beyond her level, and it is a demigod that makes people tremble just thinking about it!

Unlike Ms. Deathwhisperer's shock, Old Velen's heart did not fluctuate at this time. He looked at the dying lich in front of him with a look of pity and calmness. His order in Argus was about to perish. During that period of time, I have seen countless poor people who are as crazy as her.

Yes, even though she has devoted herself to the Lich King, in Velen's view, this is just a poor person who has gone astray. She was dazed by the power, but she didn't know the price of this power. So heavy, like Velen's people once. That damned memory.

"Come on! Hail to pure form!"

Ms. Deathwhisperer seems to have inherited the talents of the most outstanding priests. Even in battle, the chatter is annoying. She holds up the staff in her hand, and her whole body floats into the air. The thick death energy is constantly flowing. Converging and spinning in her body, it was like a vortex of death energy. It seemed that, as she said, she was about to become a new form, a more powerful form.

"Meaningless!"

Old Velen was awakened from his memories by this surge of energy. He raised his eyes and glanced at the howling Lady Deathwhisperer. The staff of the Redeemer in his hand tapped lightly on the ground. The next moment , a mass of holy light that was as thick as a real warhammer broke through the air and hit Ms. Deathwhisperer's head. The layers of mana shields were completely shattered by this blow, and then the scorching holy fire licked On her bones.

"Ahhh! This pain! Ahhh!"

"This is purification. May your soul rest in peace, poor lost one!"

The old draenei leaned on his staff and turned to leave. The golden flames he flung wrapped around Ms. Deathwhisperer's body, constantly consuming the dark energy in her body, and completely turned her into a cloud hanging in the sky. pillar of fire.

Velen is indeed not good at fighting, but this is only for opponents of the same level. Ms. Deathwhisperer is not even qualified to be an opponent.

Three minutes later, a mass of black ashes accompanied by the extinguishing of the golden flames, sprinkled in the completely silent hall. Listening carefully, there seemed to be a faint scream.

"All of this. All of this. It's all in the master's plan."

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