Azeroth Trail of Light

From the moment Aggramar fell from the sky, this powerful guy was the most dazzling presence on the battlefield.

His every move has an extraordinary impact on this tough battle, especially after Dick and Odin combined are not the opponents of Aggramar at full strength, the momentum of the demon side has almost reached its peak , They frantically waved the weapons in their hands, and rushed into the inner field protected by the wall of Crokuhn. Between the second line of defense and the first line of defense, there was a wide plain.

Originally there were camps of the Iron Legion and some Krokuun Breakers, but in the cruel and crazy war, the steel soldiers brought by Dick had long been exhausted, and the plain became empty, even if the steel soldiers Soldiers have never had more resentment for dying on the battlefield, but seeing those silent and heroic big men rushing into the battlefield, and never returning, the Krokuun Breakers here, after doubt and silence , and finally chose to fight side by side.

During this long defensive battle, Chief Hatton personally took the stalkers of Krokuun many times, and led by the infiltrators with superb assassination skills, they climbed the wall of Krokuun to the devil's place. Assassinated those commanders in the camp, and they also lost a lot of brave fighters. This is probably the first time that the Krokuhn tribe really mustered up the courage to fight the devil head-on after the 2W5 millennium dormancy.

Velen and Dick had promised him that they would give the Krokuhn tribe a bright future, but after a long battle, Hatton felt that it would not be a bad thing to die in such a glorious battle.

His people have been silent for too long, and he should not prevent them from regaining the blood and courage to fight. They moved out of the crypt, and under the training of the heroic spirits, they learned to hold their weapons and fight those demons to the death. , they learned a lot.

When a mortal, instead of fleeing cowardly, is full of courage to fight back against a powerful opponent, who else can stop them from gaining freedom?

nobody! Not even death!

When Aggramar appeared on the battlefield of this battle, Hatton was almost desperate as he watched him destroy the Krokuun Wall with one blow. How should they fight against such an opponent?

But Dick and Odin stepped forward again. They fought against the existence that was so powerful that it was close to God, and finally used the method similar to the portal to clear him from the battlefield. At the moment when the land disappeared, the warriors holding weapons and sticking to Valagar cheered in unison.

It's Theirs Next The Mighties have cleared them of their deadliest opponents, now it's theirs!

"Warriors of Krokuun, raise your arms!"

Hatton, who was wearing Valagall-style armor, held up the heavy hammer in his hand. Behind him, the young people of Crokuhn raised the battle flags of these poor people who have been hiding like mice for thousands of years. That was the battle flag of Eredar. They didn't board the starship that Velen escaped from, but after thousands of years of recuperation, they also learned to fight!

"Look at those demons!"

Hatton jumped onto the high platform beside him, his ugly face frozen by time was full of madness and unyielding, he roared, standing in front of him were all the young Broken Ones that Krokuun could still fight , 7,000 people, which is almost the number of young people in all the Crocoon tribes except women and children.

"Look at the destroyers, the lashers, the screamers! They've taken our world from us! Turned it into what it is now! They're coming now, they want to fight Kill us just like before! They want to take away our last remaining hope!"

"Are you afraid?! Tell me, are you afraid?!"

Hatton shouted hoarsely, "Behind us are our people, and there is no place for us in the whole of Argus! Our allies have taught us how to protect everything with their great sacrifice!"

"With our weapons! With our fists! With our teeth!"

"If we are destined to die here today, and we die to protect our family and the last hope of Argus, who would be cowardly? Who would be cowardly?"

Hatton swung the warhammer in his hand, took a deep breath, and asked louder,

"Are you afraid? Are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of these villains who can only scream and run away under the weight of steel? Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid! Kill them!"

The Broken, armed by Valarjar, chanted, "Kill them!"

Hatton laughed loudly. He reached out to take the battle flag held high by the young man beside him, and fixed it behind his back with a chain.

"I'm old! I'm not leaving. I'm going to die here, and I'm going to shed my last drop of blood for my world! Will you come with me?"

The gate of the first line of defense fell with a bang, Hatton, carrying the Eredar battle flag, rushed to the demons who rushed towards the line of defense. Behind him, there were 7,000 broken people who swore to defend their homes and relatives. Dick and Velen armed them with courage and steel, and they now had tusks of their own.

At the same time, the heroic spirits who were fighting to the death also rushed out from the defense line, and Valagar, who was attacking with all his strength, countless scorching light blades flew out of this giant city, plowing out in the demon's position. One after another bloodstains, the golden Valkyrie rushed down from the city flapping their wings, the golden wings and the dark red ribbon connected to the spear, and the war horn blown by Heimdall.

The legion wrapped in golden light and the dark green demon on the opposite side, the golden Val'kyr in the sky and the mephit covering the sky, this scene is as spectacular as a battlefield that has emerged from the fog of mythology. The fighters who survived the battle forever engraved this scene in the deepest part of their hearts.

This is the last battle of Argus. The last battle between demons and order, the last battle between survivors and hunters, the beginning of an epic war.

Velen stood at the highest point of Valarjar, holding the Staff of the Redeemer in both hands, even though he was a priest who was not very powerful in attack, at this moment, he tried his best to erupt his strength for this war, the golden Like the most beautiful and warmest halo, the aura scattered downwards from the highest point of Valagar, forming a thick curtain of light.

Velen scattered his power in this last position. Any warrior who came into contact with the halo, his wounds and energy would recover as quickly as possible. The heroic spirits who fought to the death were still the survivors of Krokuun. Under the blessing of this light of order, they almost broke out with 200% fighting power, suppressing the demon's striker in front of the defense line.

The engineering artillery fixed on the first line of defense roared, throwing tons of explosives into the demon's position, creating a frenzied massacre.

As long as Velen doesn't collapse, there will be more to fight in this battle!

but

"swish"

Crimson claws pierced through the void and appeared behind Velen, who was trying his best to maintain the healing light. The claw blades were like sharp daggers, with dark green and red hot flames attached, and slapped the old prophet on the back. Passed over, but just before touching Velen's body, he was blocked by a thick inner fire shield.

"boom"

Velen is comparable to the inner fire shield in the city wall defense. Under the full blow of the great demon, dense cracks appeared, and the old prophet himself staggered back a few steps before using his staff to support his body , as soon as he turned his head, he saw Kil'jaeden's figure walking out of the space rift.

Taller than Velen, the pure eredar, like a scarlet giant, wearing rough and savage armor, on the chest, there is a demon skull swaying from side to side, he moves his shoulders, the hideous head On it, a dark green symbol of evil energy is shining brightly. His cruel and distorted face reveals the joy of reunion with old friends. Of course, the uneven levels of sharp teeth and the violent breath emanating from the whole body , but spoiled the joy.

"Ah, Velen. It's been a thousand years since 2W5. During this journey of being hunted down, how are you doing?"

Kil'jaeden opened his arms. He didn't seem to care where Aggramar was teleported by Dick, Odin, and Illidan. After the demon hunter also rushed into the portal of the Sargerite Keystone, only Velen was left as a demigod, otherwise Kil'jaeden would never have appeared here so carelessly.

He turned his head to look left and right, then opened his mouth, showing a smile that could scare an adult into tears,

"How does it feel to be back on Argus again? You see, I took our world my way, and reworked it a little bit. It's more spectacular now, doesn't it?"

Faced with this kind of provocation, Velen's face was firm and silent. On his forehead, the sacred holy pattern floated, and the blue emblem turned into gold. Behind him, a large triangular flowing golden sigil opened, The holy pattern is bright and grand, full of the scorching heat and thickness of the holy light.

When the old prophet saw his old friend again, he didn't say anything. Instead, he waved his hand, and a sword-shaped holy light cut down on Kil'jaeden's head. Then he was caught by the great demon in his hand, and the light shattered with a light pinch. It became hundreds of wandering rays of light.

"You look angry. You seem to be in pain."

The great devil stretched out his finger and flicked it, and a lava-like flame rose from outside his body. His emotions seemed to be very excited. Velen, this former best friend, who abandoned the world of Argus at the most critical moment , This is Kil'jaeden's deepest demon.

Today, he was finally going to face him.

"Before you betrayed this world and me, did you ever think that you would return to Argus in this way? Velen. My former best friend, even in the face of the power bestowed by the Dark Titan, I also want to give it away." Share it with you, but you... you betrayed it all!"

"I didn't betray anyone!"

Velen's voice finally sounded, "Kil'jaeden. I have warned you countless times, don't touch the magic energy, don't touch the darkness. In the end, you still failed to stop your inner desire for power. It wasn't me who betrayed you, but you You betrayed your own will, don't make excuses for yourself! Kil'jaeden! You are a coward!"

"Cowards who succumb to their own inner desires and unrestrained pursuit of power!"

"That's why Sargeras chose you."

Kil'jaeden's eyes widened suddenly. He swung his hands outward, and two swords composed of crimson flames appeared in his palms. With a flick of his hand, two cutting spaces were drawn in the air. Mark of.

"Enough! The winner will not be blamed! Look around you, my army of demons has entered your last position, we are a million times your number, you are lost, and your damn After I fool you, I will personally take my legion to destroy it!"

"Ridiculous! What's wrong with pursuing power?"

The Great Prophet glanced at the demon army that almost covered the entire Krokuun Plain. The dense attack made people want to close their eyes, but when Velen turned his head, Kil'jaeden never There was a strange smile on his serious face.

Velen opened his left hand, and a purple crystal floated in his palm,

"We blocked you for 45 days. Do you really think that we have done nothing during this long time? Yes, we may fail and die, but this will herald the arrival of a new era on Argus. At least in Today, we will drag enough demons to Hell! Kil'jaeden, Krokuun, will be the last hell of your Legion!"

"boom"

Velen crushed the crystal, like a signal, in the countless cracks below the already tormented Krokuhn Plain, purple light escaped and rushed out of the ground.

"boom"

The ground is crumbling!