Azeroth Trail of Light

The other end of the battlefield that determines the fate of the world is not on the Frozen Throne, but it is definitely not too far away.

At the moment when the decisive battle between the heroes and Alsace began, the purple souls scattered inside the soul furnace became more violent. Walking in this deep, indifferent passage full of death breath, the current of extreme cold entangled Jaina's body also felt a little cold.

The battle mages of the Kirin Tor indulged the humiliation suffered by Dalaran in the form of a storm of anger, and swayed them to the group of undead in front of them who tried to block the way. Among the metal cobweb-like buildings, the most elite part of Alsace's command is arranged.

But even they are nothing in the face of the menacing revenge army led by the three archmages.

Bronjam, the father of all souls guarding the front of the soul furnace, was struggling to guard the road leading to the deepest point, but in this duel of mages, he was defeated from the very beginning.

It is not easy to pick any one of the three mages on the opposite side, not to mention the scene where they attack at the same time. The hatred between the brothers and sisters of Jaina and Ronin has accumulated to the extreme. The storm of fireballs and the extremely cold white ice continuously collided around Bronyam's body. He struggled to extract purple power from the soul furnace to form a shield.

But at the moment when the shield was just formed, Khadgar's narrowed eyes flashed a gleam, and he raised his left hand, and three groups of purple arcane arts mixed together burst into the air in the form of energy spears, striking at the souls. One meter in front of the father's eyes, it quickly split again, and precisely hit the magic node around Bronjam.

Arcane art is not as violent as flames, nor as sharp as ice, but its unique blasting effect still completely explodes the newly closed magic nodes in an instant, and the newly formed soul shield is also slightly cracked. With a clicking sound, it turned into a mess of purple energy and dissipated around Bronyam's body.

Poor father of souls, this mage who sounds like a ruthless character can only activate the magic accessories on his body, trying to block the next storm, but unfortunately, facing the likes of Ronin and Jaina A level mage, just a magic accessory, almost no different from paper.

"Repent in hell! Idiot!"

Jaina manipulated the primordial stream, and under her will, the white ice magic power was almost perfectly connected to the window played by Khadgar. With the waving of the fingers of the mage lady, irregular, cold ice cubes In the blink of an eye, half of Bronjam's body was completely frozen.

Ice magic is good at controlling. Although this kind of freezing may only need to stir up magic power for Bronyam to break it, but Ronin did not leave him the opportunity.

The current leader of Dalaran, who is always smiling, stepped to Bronyam's side in the shattered light of the flashing technique, breathing clearly in his chest, and the next moment, a giant dragon head completely made of flames appeared on top of his head , and then a scorching flame storm erupted from it.

Melting steel?

No. The dragon's breath technique used by great mages like Luo Ning can even ignite a small city in an instant. The sufficient magic power in their bodies and the deep contact with the magic net have given them more delicate manipulation of magic power. For mages, the more delicate the manipulation of magic power, the more powerful each casted magic will be.

The dragon's breath technique in front of him may be weaker than Kael'thas, the current number one fire magician, but for a magician like Bronyam, who is not a top-notch magician, he is still imprisoned without protection. In the original situation, the fate of insisting on this dragon's breath technique would be...

"boom"

Most of his body was thrown out by the charred corpse, and the flames pouring into his brain from his eyes, mouth and ears destroyed his life in an instant.

The magic shield and distance are the life of a mage, but unfortunately, Bronyam violated this principle, so he died a miserable death.

"Clean up here!"

Ronin waved his hand and gave new orders to the Kirin Tor battle mage behind him. The three leaders left the team, and Liadrin, who led the paladin to kill the undead, joined them. They walked through the passage behind Bronyam. , rushing forward quickly.

From the more irritable magic power beating in the air, you can feel the existence of the Soul Furnace ahead, the place where the souls looted by Alsace are stored, according to the news brought by Prager, only there is sealed, In order to completely cut off the connection between the spirits and Frostmourne.

Without those souls, the heroes who rushed to the Frozen Throne would have the possibility of defeating Alsace.

However, this road is destined to be difficult, so when everyone stepped here, they were already mentally prepared.

After they crossed the second dark corridor and burned the large group of skeleton mages blocking the way to ashes with ice storm and flame storm, they saw the purple furnace that almost completely stood in the center of the entire soul melting furnace. It was engraved as A large melting pot in the shape of a bone and skeleton exudes a special flame.

From the eyes of the skeleton, the purple soul fire kept beating, lighting up the end of the darkness, but it was not scorching hot, not even warm, it was so cold that one could not help but stand on end.

There are also souls flying around the entire steel furnace, howling and screaming, the end of being continuously tempered in the furnace of souls is to completely lose all willpower and become irrational monsters.

The substantive soul kept dancing in the coldness of the stove, turning into distorted shapes in one way or another. That scene can absolutely scare people crazy.

Thousands of ghosts cry, thousands of forests, if there is a hell, there is no doubt that it is here.

The beating light and shadow also illuminated the black figure holding the bloody staff. He stood among the purple flames, wearing a thick black robe, his long white hair and beard fluttering slowly on his chest as before, and That illusory face, that familiar silhouette.

That was the man they remembered, the wise leader, the uncompromising fighter.

Unfortunately, that is no longer the elder in their memory. His eyes were cold and heartless, and the ice blue light in them swept across the people in front of him like a sickle. He gently opened his left hand, a mass of purple The soul fire was beating rapidly in his palm, twisting and burning.

It's like everyone's mood at this time.

"Master Antonidas you."

Khadgar couldn't help but took a step forward, but was stopped by the old mage the next moment.

"Don't go forward, the living, I am guarding a mission that you can't imagine, and what I shoulder is a cold and heavy fate. Death, that is a gap that you can't bridge, that is the future that you can't understand, so... Don't go any further."

The old mage looked over Khadgar, over Liadrin who was defending with a shield, and finally stayed on Rhonin and Jaina,

"Go back, children, don't try to redeem me, the knowledge I taught you is far from enough to complete this task, go back, don't come again."

"I have fallen into darkness, I am no longer of light."

"I reject!"

Jaina took a step forward, her blue eyes were full of sadness and anger, but in the end, this ray of light turned into calm water waves, this is the emotion before the battle started, she made a decision, she will not fight again regret.

In the past few years, she lived with Dick, and unconsciously, when she spoke, she also had a hint of Dick's taste, firm and uncompromising.

"I reject your advice. We must bring you out. This is a responsibility engraved in our bones. I cannot just watch my mentor and my father suffer like this."

Luo Ning also took a step forward, holding the sheep's head staff behind his back, the silver bell tied under the sheep's head jingled, his eyes were equally firm,

"So we are here, mentor. You used to protect us and shelter Dalaran. Now, it's time for Dalaran to do something for you. If you still have a last bit of sobriety, please help us not Yield, do not yield to that evil spirit!"

The black-robed mage was silent for 2 seconds, and the soul fire in his hand expanded rapidly, turning into a wall of burning purple flames, completely covering the soul furnace behind him.

He flicked his sleeves lightly, just like he said in countless lectures before

"Then, come on! My children, let me, an old mage who has gone too far in the dark, see your growth. Let me see, are your wings tough enough to bear this burden?" the weight of the world."

A light yellow magical halo slowly lit up behind Antonidas, and five phantoms exactly like him were called out from other timelines by this powerful time mage, and his voices overlapped because of this, like It's like those real big villains.

"Fate is a closed door, but time is a window, come on. My children, in front of me, challenge the fate that has become chaotic."

In the next moment, purple arcane magic, crimson flames, icy blue frost, and the holy light that dispelled the darkness all shone from the hall opposite Antonidas at the same time, and the dazzling light collided with the bursting dark energy Together, the entire melting pot of souls trembled.

The master-student battle has already begun.

On the other side, in the same cold and dead passage in the east of the furnace of souls, Kael'thas casually called out the elemental phoenix, and the beautiful creature named Ao screamed and dissipated in the air, like a dragon falling from the sky. The scorching sky fire, under the master's will, completely covered every inch of the ground in the reflection hall in front of him.

The most loyal bodyguards of Alsace, the revived Farric and Marwyn struggled to lead the elite undead of the Lordaeron Expeditionary Army forward in the flames, but the most powerful in Azeroth In front of Master Flame, they have no chance.

Unlike the unqualified mage Bronjam, the father of souls, Kael'thas kept a strict distance between himself and his opponent, and under the sharp edge of the Sunstrider's Pride he held in his hand, the blazing, The raging flames that had already melted the surrounding Saronites became crazier and more... unstoppable.

Kael'thas' eyes did not stay on those undead that were about to be annihilated. His eyes crossed the blazing sea of ​​flames, and he saw the high elf wearing a green robe and a monocle at the end of the hall of reflection. The mage undead, that guy was looking at him too, without fear.

"Darkhan, you panic-stricken mouse running around, look, I opened your mouse hole just to catch you. Don't worry, I will have a good "reminiscence" with you."