Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 510 43. King Broken Sword's Curtain Call

The Frozen Throne, which was torn apart by the violent energy, has become a ruin.

The King of Darkness, who once sat on this throne and could turn the whole world upside down with just one command, has now fallen into the most embarrassing situation. Three weapons with different attributes pierced his body, like It was a cruel sculpture that fixed him in the center of the battlefield at the end of the battle, unable to move.

His right arm had been cut off by Qi Gen, and the dark mist was constantly spraying out from the wound, like the last icy breath, low and desperate.

The magic sword shining with seven runes was held high in the air above the head of the king who had entered the final end. Purple souls surged from the sword. This did not come from the soul furnace, nor did it come from the reflection hall. The elite of Lordaeron, but the soul stored in the magic sword, the "collection" that Alsace valued the most.

They may not be powerful, but absolutely each has its own unique meaning.

And now, stepping into the last king, it's time to detonate this collection, kill the opponent, or give yourself a vigorous ending.

"Roar! Frostmourne!"

Alsace's gaze was paranoid and crazy. On the cheek outside the protection of the helmet of dominion, there was a trace of a torn wound, and there were some blood stains on his face, which made him look like he no longer had the demeanor that the Lord of Darkness should have. And demeanor, and in the wild storm set off by the last force, the purple soul screamed and danced wildly, and its frantic thinking hit everyone in front of it.

Their hair was blown up, their armor was rattling before this invisible but existing soul storm, the snow and frozen ground under their feet began to crack, and the purple soul almost disappeared in just a short time. In an instant, it filled the sky above everyone's heads, gathering together in a storm mixed with ice-blue cold wind.

This is not a good thing!

The figure of the Angel of Order is like a dancing silver lightning, constantly jumping out from every direction, trying to attack Alsace, but the silver light curtain composed of those souls is not so easy to break through, although after three impacts, the light curtain There are cracks on the surface, but its toughness far exceeds the imagination of the angel of order.

It is a barrier made of countless souls, and it is a protection that cannot be measured by pure strength.

The most terrible thing is that the storm formed by the gathering of souls trapped Uther, Old Fording and Mograine in the storm. Alsace seemed to be determined to pull the three of them Buried together, his hoarse voice came from the center of the storm and reached the ears of everyone present.

"Maybe I am destined to die, but under this sky, no one will live forever!"

"Come with me, let's embark on another journey together!"

"Hahaha, the ending song will also resound through the sky. Thousands of years later, there will be a successor who will take over Frostmourne and destroy that ridiculous world."

"Boom, boom"

Two loud bangs sounded at this moment. The first sound was the sound of the Angel of Order smashing the holy fire hammer on the soul barrier, and the other sound came from the main body of the Frozen Throne, which had collapsed in half.

During Alsace's final dance of power, the only two remaining pillars of frost also completely collapsed at this moment, but they did not fall down, but instead, along with the ever-expanding soul storm, they seemed to be really in the storm. The ruins were suspended on the top of the throne in a completely anti-gravity posture, and the light wings of the Angel of Order fluttered more and more heavily, which was the weight of the pervasive soul blessing on him.

This is the most wonderful existence in the world. It is invisible and invisible, but at the critical moment, it weighs a thousand pounds. Even the weakest apprentice priest can purify a single soul, but when they gather together, they form the current In the case of a large-scale soul storm, even Velen, a priest who is loved by the Holy Light, finds it tricky and helpless.

The speed at which the old priest can purify the soul is not as fast as the speed at which the soul can be bred. Alsace absolutely desperately released all the souls in Frostmourne this time. Once the storm explodes, it will be far more powerful than the first Frostmourne The degree of sorrow and anger.

All will be killed!

A big explosion of this magnitude would even hit the magic node of Icecrown Glacier, and even cause the entire big glacier to collapse. The burial that Alsace said was far more than a simple death together. He wanted to bury his kingdom and let Icecrown Glacier died with him!

Seen from the outside world at this time, the huge purple storm started from the top of the Ice Throne and spread upwards and downwards to a height of nearly 100 meters, enveloping one-third of the entire Icecrown Fortress. The mages far away in the furnace of souls have been affected.

Ronin, Jaina, Khadgar, and Kael'thas stood in four directions of the huge soul melting furnace, urging a giant sealing circle, densely packed magic lines spread throughout the air in the hall, they beat Then, they become one, and use special runes to cover the fluctuations of the entire soul melting furnace. This kind of seal is temporary. In fact, the entire Azeroth, except for the old blue who controls the focusing rainbow Apart from dragons, no one can completely seal this furnace for smelting souls.

But at this moment, a purple storm swirled above the heads of the four mages, distorting the steel beams made of solid Saronite. Kael'thas' expression changed drastically several times, and finally he said in a deep voice. explain,

"Steady, increase the magic power input! Can't let the soul furnace resonate!"

"Otherwise...otherwise we will all die here!"

On the central platform of Icecrown Citadel, the dwarf prince Muradin, who had just dispersed a whole group of ghouls, raised his head and stared blankly at the soul storm that continued to extend downwards above his head. The war hammer in the dwarf's hand hit the ground, and he even Subconsciously sucked in a breath of cold air,

"Soul light of this scale!"

"Hold the line! Don't let these monsters break through!"

The grey-haired paladin Errigor forced himself not to look at the whirling soul storm in the sky. He stood guard outside the gate of Icecrown Citadel, and the undead rushing from the entire Icecrown Glacier attacked him non-stop. The line of defense, people are dying here almost every second, but the old knight never thought of retreating. From the moment he stepped into this land, his life did not belong to him.

"Either go back with victory, or die here with glory."

Eligor muttered silently, watched the purple storm that covered his vision for the last time, drew the long sword behind his back, and rushed into the scorching battlefield with the last reserve team.

"Fight to the death. Don't retreat! For Lordaeron!"

"Ah, look, I am very satisfied with the final curtain!"

Arthas' bone-white long hair under the Helmet of Dominion fluttered continuously, his voice was dry, obviously because of the huge pressure, to control a soul storm of this scale, even with the power of the Lich King, seemed too much. Too hasty, but it doesn't matter anymore.

All the magic lines on the surface of Frostmourne lit up at this moment, like a baton in the hands of a conductor. He looked at the Angel of Order who was still hitting the purple soul barrier, with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes .

"Dick, this time, you lost."

"The price of losing is death!"

Frostmourne fell in the air, and the purple storm exploded and roared. It seemed that it was about to detonate in the next moment. In the dark cathedral, Malygos' claws also pierced the frozen stone at this moment. heart.

"I will not forgive you!"

At this moment, without any attack, Alsace's chest suddenly exploded, and the black death energy was out of control. That heart was far more important than he imagined, even if he threw it away, after it was destroyed, it would still be of great importance to him. His injury was also huge enough. Normally, this kind of injury would only bring extreme pain, but at this critical moment, what this pain brought was the real end.

The storm stops suddenly!

"Ugh! This kind of cough cough"

Alsace opened his mouth, before he could finish a sentence, he spat out a mouthful of black blood. The loss of energy made him lose control of the soul storm at this moment. The next moment, the silver light and the blood red The light flashed across his field of vision, and Uther, Mograine, and old Fording, who had been imprisoned and dissipated, also exerted their strength again with a tacit understanding, and stabbed the weapon in their hands into the Lich King's body even more crazily.

The blood-red battle ax was an angry blow from the escaped Saurfang. At this moment, Alsace's head was smashed upwards, and black blood splattered everywhere, all the way on top of his head. The Helmet of Dominion was also smashed into the air, clanging and landing on the frozen ground in the distance.

The silver light was the last charge of the Angel of Order. The holy fire hammer in his hand hit the center of Frostmourne. The magic sword that had been completely hollowed out screamed sharply under this heavy blow. It was pain, it was overwhelmed, this blow interrupted the continuous escape of the soul, this super-large soul storm itself uses the magic sword as a carrier, in the case of being interrupted suddenly, for Frostmourne A weapon that is also extremely destructive.

Under the double pressure from inside and outside, the first crack appeared on the sword body of Demon Sword.

Then came the Death Judgment laughing wildly in Uther's hand, and the Shadowmourne roaring in Fording's hand, one after the other, cutting at the place where the crack appeared at the same time.

"dang lang"

The black sword body was beating non-stop at this moment, and finally broke completely, and the magic sword was broken.

Alsace's body also smashed to the ground amidst the roar of the soul storm that was completely out of control, and lost the protection of the helmet of dominion. There was no expression on that slightly thin face, like a completely The dying loser.

He was lying on the cold, broken Ice Throne, holding the hilt of a broken sword in his remaining left hand. When the darkness that had always existed in front of him was defeated, all that remained was a piece of brilliant purple. There's the icy snow falling from the sky on the skin, and the wind, and everything around.

Like his father, the king who died on the throne.

He also became king, and he too was about to die on his throne.

This reincarnation of fate brings a black humor that is absolutely not funny to the end of this battle.

The past scenes flashed before his eyes like a fleeting moment, the court of Lordaeron, the night of Tirisfal, the prosperity of East Dalomere, the tranquility of Quel'Thalas, and the coldness of Northrend. There was also a sense of loss.

When the dark side disappeared from him, Arthas felt that something was missing, the most important thing.

"Ahem. I guess, you are looking for him?"

A voice sounded beside Alsace. As he was dying, the Lich King turned his head with difficulty, and saw Dick sitting cross-legged on the ground with a face as white as paper. Saurfang supported Vol'jin, old Fordring and Mo Granny looked at Alsace, who had regained his last trace of sobriety, with complicated eyes. Velen put his left hand on Dick's shoulder, and the soft holy light kept beating, healing Dick's fatal wound. It was Uther, the lord of death standing alone on the edge of the collapse of the Frozen Throne with a bone sword, looking at the darkness in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking. He took off his battle helmet, the firmness There was a trace of insoluble confusion on his face.

In Dick's hand, he was holding a small white lantern. The rioting purple soul in the sky was being absorbed into that unremarkable and simple lantern in a special way, but what Alsace noticed, It was the child who was hiding behind him, looking a little scared.

The child has blond hair, blue eyes, wearing a blue vest, a pair of brown breeches, and a pair of gorgeous boots. His illusory body shows his identity. It is an undead. Look It still looks like an undead with its own wisdom.

Dick endured great pain, put the ebony pipe to his mouth, and in the rising smoke, his voice was low and sad,

"I'm sorry I'm late Alsace, I only had time to save him."