Anomaly Of Warcraft

Gul'dan is different from Ner'zhul after all.

In terms of natural ability, Gul'dan is obviously stronger.

But the dog egg died after all.

Look at the real death knight, as cold as Arthas, serving the Lich King wholeheartedly from soul to body.

Regarding the false death knights, Gul'dan's experimental goods, all of them complained too much to prevent heartbreak, greasy and crooked in the mouth, but the body was unusually honest Tsundere.

Originally, the Lich King's penetration of Lordaeron was far from enough to cause trouble, because the accumulation of power was not enough.

But Twilight boss Cho'gall got the order of the ancient gods and took the initiative to transfer this part of Gul'dan's legacy to Ner'zhul...

As a result, the wind started.

Thirty-seven death knights used Terenas's body to corrupt most of the top of Lordaeron in their summons.

When the royal guard was completely natural disasters, Lordaeron slid into the abyss unstoppably.

Carlos stood there as the last valve encountered by an out-of-control train before it derailed.

"Uncle, were you caught back then?"

"I don't know, I lost consciousness at the end of the battle."

"The information from those idiots at the time was that you were suspected of surrendering to the enemy, but I didn't believe it anyway."

"Ahahahaha, how is it possible."

This is probably the horror of the Paladin and the Death Knight. It is obvious that every weapon collision is accompanied by a huge roaring sound, and the solid bluestone slabs appear to be fragmented under the ruthless trampling of the strong. As a result, The two parties who were fighting the knife still chatted happily and smiled heartily.

"By the way, Tocaral, where did you hide."

Carlos flicked his axe, set his arm, and then grabbed and fell with one hand and fell down an old acquaintance who had attacked.

"Let me think about it."

Uncle Biglas clasped the rune sword in both hands in a posture of accumulating power, and an ominous light lingered around the sword.

Carlos wanted to step forward to interrupt, but was hugged by the death knight who had just dropped his calf.

"I didn't think you were so annoying before."

"I used to hold the orcs like this before I die, I'm probably used to it."

The conversation became more relaxed, the battle became more and more intense, Carlos was already uncomfortable without tears.

A kick smashed the chest of the leg holder, Carlos stepped slightly to avoid the sack that continued to force his life, but also lost the opportunity to interrupt Biglas's powerful move.

"Remembering, I threw [Troll Killer] out from the small skylight in the organ room."

While talking, Biglas slashed out the sword aura that entangled death and resentment.

What's this?

Carlos staggered due to a misjudgment, and the besieged death knights saw it through and fell into a small disadvantage of continuing to be forced to kill.

"What is this soft sword spirit?"

Ask if you don't understand, Carlos spoke directly.

"Sword energy that includes disease and curse, as long as it is hit, any subsequent damage to you will cause an outbreak of disease and shadow."

Biglas even answered this.

Isn't this a blow to abscesses?

Really change the long-range attack on Heifengyaozituan that gang of transfiguration party will not cry, hell!

"Carlos, the renewal is over, I can talk to you again, I, we are really happy."

The blue light was even colder than Glass's eyes.

"But General, although we can talk to you, our body and soul already belong to the Lich King."

The death knight whose chest was crushed by Carlos has been repaired with the help of other death knights.

"Kill us seriously, don't even leave the scum."

"Or escape, as far as you can."

"Otherwise you will die."

"We are already dead."

"And you are the living."

"You cannot kill the avatar of death."

One death knight after another began to shine.

Perhaps the Lich King felt dissatisfied with this 37-on-one siege.

"The master is angry, and then I can't continue to release the water."

Biglas said regretfully, and set his posture again.

"Thank you for your advice. I just want to talk to you again. I don't have a few friends who can talk to."

Carlos wiped his face, letting a broken sword fly towards his neck, and finally hit the Holy Shield, causing a little halo.

He couldn't see that these old friends and acquaintances were begging for death, and the death knights who had fallen into the curse of immortality were longing for the salvation of eternal sleep.

But they didn't understand that Carlos really just wanted to talk to them.

Say a few more words.

Even if one sentence is good.

No matter how bad it is, it will be done with a single "Ah".

Biglas understands the power of the Lich King, but doesn't know what Carlos is struggling with.

In other words, the death knights don't understand why the Paladin in front of them is dimmed.

There is only one answer.

"Goodbye, my youth."

Carlos emptied his mind.

"Goodbye, my past."

The forces deliberately suppressed surged up.

"Goodbye, my comrades in arms."

This time, Carlos's wings of Holy Light no longer shed hair. Behind him, a pair of geometrically shaped wings appeared.

"I am the Holy Light!"

The movement at the gate of the palace caused Alsace's heart palpitations.

"Master, Carlos Barov is here."

"It's brother-in-law."

Arthas squeezed Frostmourne, ready to crusade the strongest of the alliance, but Kel'Thuzad hurriedly stopped.

"Master! The plan of the Lich King is above all else. Let that man live a little longer."

Kel'Thuzad would not admit that he was afraid, afraid that if Arthas died in battle, everything would disappear.

"Also."

Arthas stiffened for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

"Then, let's get started."

In the palace hall, Arthas held up Frostmourne. As the power of the soul fluctuated, the Lich King’s substitute, the Scourge Corps, gave orders to the highest-ranking commander of Lordaeron.

The tyranny began to spread.

The horror of the undead natural disaster lies in the immortality of the undead army and the contagious nature of natural disasters.

But the two are not indispensable.

Such as the current city of Lordaeron.

When the most elite royal guard was corroded, and the strongest sword and shield that originally belonged to the Menethil family grew vicious barbs, who could stop this massacre after losing most of the brains?

Not to mention, the death knights and necromancers have been ordered to start large-scale cast spells in the graveyard.

If the undead army uses physical means to bring terrible contagion, what is incomprehensible about the immortality of natural disasters that even dead bodies can infect.

The Lich King gave a concise command through Arthas's mouth—【No Survival】.

The pestilence barrel hidden in Lordaeron was ignited by the explosion, and heavy green smoke rolled and spread. Following the sewers, the army of the undead began to ravage the entire city.

The panic spread, and the people's first reaction was to flee and flee outside the city.

But on the closed city, the indifferent eyes of the Skeleton Guardian and the Ghouls.

"What are we waiting for?"

The members of Silver Dawn lurking into the city grabbed the leader's neck and questioned angrily.

"Waiting for your majesty's order."

As soon as the leader finished speaking, Carlos's tyrannical light burst out.

In the dilemma between survival and destruction, he chose a more desperate redemption for all the Paladins.

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