Azeroth Trail of Light

The silver light shined in everyone's field of vision, and the entire swaying dark sky was completely lit up at this moment. The ancient god's cry of pain exploded in everyone's minds, which stabilized the line of defense that was on the verge of defeat at this moment. The silver "ocean" " covered the ground, quickly "flowing" towards the lake where the ancient god was, and everything it went was ruthlessly swallowed.

Whether it's the tentacles piercing the ground, or the crazily shooting dark magic, even the ground, covered with Yogg-Saron's black blood, was covered, torn, and shattered!

Those silver heroic spirits have been linked to Dick's existence. If Dick doesn't die, they won't perish!

They held silvery weapons and slashed and killed everything along the way. As soon as Yogg-Saron's tentacles were raised, dozens of heroic spirits jumped to the top of the tentacles. The sharp bone spurs and terrifying suckers could not stop all this. At this moment, the weapons and the order of existence forcibly smashed back the pervasive chaos!

It's like a heavy hammer after charging, no matter what is blocking you in front of you, just push it over, and everything will stop.

Yogg-Saron's roar made the air in the entire cage tremble, and the chaotic atmosphere mixed in it was like waves of storms that kept hitting, but within the scope of the ever-expanding realm of order, This chaos has been weakened to an acceptable level.

If the Angel of Order wants to confront Yogg-Saron head-on, it may be because of a disadvantage, but if it is only to maintain the enchantment of order, the power overflowing from his whole body will definitely not be defeated in an instant. Like Yogg-Saron, he has stepped into the level of extraordinary creatures.

In fact, if Dick hadn't fully mastered the incarnation of the Angel of Order, otherwise, even if he collided head-on with Yogg-Saron, the paladin would not necessarily lose. He and the ancient gods are completely two extremes, agility and strength, order and chaos.

From the moment he was born, he wanted to execute everything in front of him, everything that hindered the existence of order.

"Aw!"

Yogg-Saron, who was slamming his tentacles crazily like an angry World Destroyer just now, can only defend with difficulty at this moment. Streams of silvery light crushed, but their numbers never dwindled.

No matter how many dead or injured Helagar is in the Kingdom of Shadows, as long as the rules of the Kingdom of Shadows remain, as long as that demiplane remains, those Hela's rebellious spirits will never perish, and the same is true for the Legion of Heroic Spirits in front of them. The existence of angels is their kingdom of shadows. As long as angels do not die, they can be resurrected infinitely through the order of existence.

They have become part of the Angel of Order, and have become part of where Dick is!

When the life is not dead, the fist will never stop attacking!

"Hahaha! That's it! That's it!"

Heimdall, covered in dark blood all over his body, looked up, and he was surrounded by endless heroic spirits, as if he had returned to the army of heroic spirits in Valarjar. He was no longer fighting alone, full of the power of order. Around his body, he who had already turned into the body of a heroic spirit raised his blood-stained fists, wrapped his fists with golden anger, rushed forward, lowered his body, and punched!

"boom"

The dark tentacles, which were more than 30 meters long, were violently broken at this moment, and the black flesh and blood flew across. The heroic spirit did not stop attacking, but reached out from the ground to pick up the wreckage left after the explosion of the Blazing King, Like holding a twisted metal spear, he followed the stream of silver light and moved forward. The heavy steel became the craziest siege weapon in his hands. He only needed to sweep, sweep, and sweep, along the way Everything in it was wiped out like that.

Fanatical fighters don't even need to turn their heads to feel the power of order coming from the space behind them. As long as the silver banner doesn't fall, they won't lose this battle!

The silent heroic spirits followed Heimdall who was charging. Facing the tentacles attacking from all directions, they did not dodge. Instead, they stabbed the weapons in their hands into the dark flesh and blood in front of them before being hit. , such an attack full of order power may not be able to harm Yogg-Saron once, but when its number reaches tens of thousands of times in a very short period of time, even the ancient gods will retreat under such an attack .

This is the true meaning of the Legion of Heroic Spirits. It transforms the power of one person into the power of a legion. When the quality cannot defeat the opponent, it will reproduce the extreme advantage of quantity. No matter how many tentacles the ancient gods have, it is impossible The number of more!

This tactic has a not-so-nice name. Group fights, but you have to admit that such tactics are often very effective.

The explosion of the Angel of Order once again bought time for the precarious battlefield. In the two consecutive waves of mental crushing just now, Nozdormu, who was injured for the first time, moved his body, allowing himself to escape from the cage. Walking down the hollow in the wall, the King of Time hadn't suffered such an injury for a long time, but on the battlefield where order regained the upper hand, he didn't hesitate to expand the light of victory that had appeared once again.

The pale yellow time magic kept beating on the battlefield. With Nozdormu's time authority, those companions who were injured and defeated returned from serious injuries again. Thorim, whose body was pierced, was smashed into the Hodir in the lake, as well as Ysera and Alexstrasza who had passed out, stood up again amidst the beating of pale yellow time.

"Attack! He won't last long!"

The weak voice of the King of Time rang in everyone's ears. The constant reciprocating cycle on his shoulders, like the endless sands of time, has very little sand left in the hourglass, which represents the time of this time. Nozdormu in the line had drained his last ounce of strength, and this was also the last chance for everyone, everyone who participated in the battle to turn defeat into victory.

The Red Dragon Queen and the Blue Dragon King immediately flew into the sky, spraying scorching dragon breath and crazy and violent magic power on the battlefield, making the silver light flow composed of heroic spirits continuously squeeze the dark and chaotic existence space, like The two armies are facing each other like a confrontation, constantly defeating and beheading the side that belongs to the darkness and chaos.

But that's not the way to win! The existence of the ancient gods is so weird that even if the existence of the flesh is solved, they have to face their crazier souls. Fortunately, Dick has prepared everything before the war begins.

Mimiron quickly ran to the Angel of Order who maintained the existence of the Heroic Legion, lifted the gray rune bag that Dick had been hanging by his side from the ground under his feet, and threw it into the sky.

"Thorim, catch it!"

"swish"

The blue lightning jumped in the air, and in the next moment, it appeared beside the gray rune bag. Thorim, wearing the lightning crown, shot out a web of thunder and lightning that was constantly splitting like an electric snake. The tentacles that overlapped to form a flesh and blood city wall blasted a crack, and the other hand held the bag in his hand, his voice was as low as thunder,

"What is this? Mimiron?"

"Throw it in Yogg-Saron's belly! Throw it in!"

The mechanical guardian shouted loudly, "That is something that allows us to kill it, anyway, throw it in!"

Thorim didn't ask any more questions, a blue thunder jumped into the space where the silver light and chaos were constantly fighting, but the thunder transformed by Thorim continued to move forward, but was firmly stopped by the tentacles and chaos. With the blocked silver light flow already making Yogg-Saron's advantage extremely fragile, it was naturally impossible for the ancient gods to let a guardian who could cause serious damage to it approach its side.

The Umir warhammer in Thorim's hand shone with thunder, like a sharp sword, cutting off more than half of the layers of tentacles, but even so, in front of Yogg-Saron who started to defend with all his strength, he could not fight in a short time. Can't break into that defense!

"Open the gap for me!"

Thorim's voice spread throughout the audience, and in the next second, scorching dragon fire, extreme cold and frost, and crazy magic breath were mixed together, hitting the flesh and blood city wall in front of him, and more than a hundred tentacles were here. It was broken in one blow, and a fleshy wound appeared in front of Thorim's eyes along with Yogg-Saron's roar, but at the moment when the Thunder God was about to jump into it, the familiar energy fluctuations accompanied his eyes. The squirming of the tentacles wall exploded again.

"Mental crush! Be careful!"

Ysera's warning sound made everyone put their energy barriers in front of them at this moment. Yogg-Saron's malicious roar filled the audience again, and the chaotic voice sounded in everyone's heart. Thorim His body was also repelled by the substantial sound wave, and what was worse, the gray cloth bag in his hand was hit by the sound, the runes on it shone crazily, and then it was like an overload, and was completely torn at this moment open.

The bronze warhammer inside slipped from the cloth bag and fell to the ground, and was picked up by Heimdall who jumped up, but the next moment, a black tentacle bound Heroic Spirit tightly from behind, and then threw it to the sky. Mudar's body was struggling in the air, but he didn't have the ability to fly, so he could only desperately grab the inconspicuous hammer in his hand and fall downward.

Under his body, the intertwined teeth of the ancient god, the terrifying giant mouth that was spiraling open, and the circles of barbs that are so sharp that it makes the scalp numb, are like a moving meat grinder, even if the dragon kings have used it He rushed towards the fallen heroic spirit at the fastest speed, but under the mental crush of Yogg-Saron, no one could save him.

"Ow! The first dead. It's up to you next!"

"puff"

The moment Heimdall fell into the mouth of the ancient god, the silver legion that had been squeezing the space where the tentacles existed quietly disappeared, just like light rain seeping into the earth, and the silver light flow quickly moved towards the coming time. Dick, who was maintaining the state of an angel of order, withdrew from the angel state at this moment. His body shook for a while, and then Mimiron held his arm. His face was extremely pale. As if really exhausted.

At this moment, the silver sky that was originally fighting against the darkness returned to the thick darkness. In the shout of Mimiron, all the guardians and dragon kings who were still attacking also returned to Dick's body, the paladin Leaning on the epee of order, he looked up at the ancient god who had reopened his tentacles in front of him. After losing the suppression of the Heroic Legion, the ancient god seemed to have regained control of the situation.

The thick tentacles protecting the body of the ancient god opened little by little, like a flower of evil blooming in the dark, exposing the shell that was riddled with holes. On the shell, the scar that almost cut it in half was so shocking, and those pierced wounds made Yogg-Saron look extremely miserable.

in fact it is

"Hehe. It's a pity, you were almost able to defeat me, tiny creatures"

A gloomy voice sounded in the center of the hall, and sounded from the bottom of everyone's heart, "You almost did what even the Titans couldn't do, but it's a pity that you still lost. I have to say, your tenacity is really impressive. I was surprised. But Chaos still had the last laugh, and Ulduar is mine!"

"No, you are too happy."

The paladin suddenly raised his head, and there was still an undisguised weakness on his face, but his eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire. The authority of the great guardian was completely opened at this moment, and the whole Ulduar was like Like a whimpering behemoth, in the distant mountains of the storm cliffs, the engine of the Creator, which had been forced to shut down, erupted with brilliance at this moment, and the energy cycle of the prison built by the titan was restarted.

The energy source supplying the entire Ulduar was quickly overloaded under Dick's command. It was like a violent angry dragon, scurrying back and forth in the Titan's energy pipeline. It desperately needed a gap, the energy that would be fully activated ruled out.

In Dick's vision, a green light spot began to shine in the center of the chaotic darkness in front of him, like a beacon for energy transmission, and his left hand clenched into a fist at this moment.

"Didn't Ke'thun's death teach you a lesson? Don't eat anything!"

"boom"