Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 1727 95. Do you want the Annihilator? Sorry I don't have one, I can only make up for you with a quieter

Varian was once a warrior.

This is the ancestral profession of the Wrynn family. His grandfather and father were both fighters. Although they may not be so brilliant, the Wrynn family has not always been famous for their strength in Azeroth.

They ruled the country with wisdom and courage.

Only Varian is an exception. This child has experienced the destruction of his country and family since he was a child. He has seen his father die on the throne with his own eyes, and he has also witnessed the tragedy of his country being attacked by orcs.

He realized the importance of strength, so he constantly tempered himself.

When Marshal Lothar commanded the army of the Alliance in the decisive battle between the Burning Legion and the orcs, Varian was already a very good fighter.

Although he was kicked by Orgrim Doomhammer in the middle of the battle, he fell down, which is not something that any fighter can do.

At least Derek Proudmoore, who was the same age, couldn't do it.

However, due to the secret manipulation of a damned pirate, the fate of the world changed subtly in that battle. In the turning point of the fate of the world, Varian's personal experience was also carried away by the torrent of the times. into the unknown.

He believed in the Holy Light.

For a while, he became an overly sincere believer, and later, driven by one incident, he grasped the balance between the Holy Light and his personal will.

He ended up on Argus.

Coming to this frightening battlefield with a high death rate as the emperor, he now faces the fallen titan, who can easily crush him to death with just one finger.

But he charged the horror like an angry warrior with a head on his head.

This is not Holy Light at all.

And not an emperor at all.

His holy light was gathering, but it didn't wrap around Varian's body in the same way that other paladins protected, punished, or healed.

On the contrary, the golden light is burning, burning like an angry flame. This is the characteristic of Varian. As early as when he was baptized as a paladin, many senior paladins discovered the uniqueness of Varian .

He gave up the warrior's way, but the angry grace did not disappear from the young man.

Although he accepts the Holy Light as his belief, the power of anger and justice does not conflict, but instead completes a rather strange fusion in Varian.

But his burning light had never been as intense as it was now, for Varian had never been more angry as Emperor.

Along the way, he has seen too much sacrifice and dedication.

Although he has always maintained humility and optimism on the outside, in fact, the young man's heart is full of anger towards the Destroyer.

He had seen the horrors of Argus with his own eyes, and he knew that if they couldn't crush the Burning Legion's final plot here, then Azeroth would be next.

His country and his people would linger in the ruins of the world like the Broken of Krokuun, living in dark times without hope.

He swore.

When accepting the title of emperor, he swore to do everything possible to protect his people. He told countless people that no people would be allowed to be harmed before the emperor fell.

Now is the time to witness that oath.

Fortunately

Varian never intended to break his word.

"Not enough, this is not enough!"

In the charge, Varian stared at the burning titan striding forward in front of him. In his heart, the will of the warrior, the justice of the holy light and the protection of the emperor were all strengthened.

He knew that he had to give his strength to stop Aggramar, just like Fenner, like Dailin, like those guardians who were risking their lives to stop the fallen Titan's blade with their own bodies.

But the holy light burning on his body is not sharp enough, not hot enough, such power cannot harm a Titan, it is a god!

That is not an enemy that can be fought with weapons, he needs something sharper than weapons.

Burn!

The holy light on the emperor's body almost turned into a substantial flame, and he imitated Fenner's example and incorporated the anger of protection and punishment into it.

Golden wings spread behind the steel Varian, which was a sign of the blessing of the Holy Light, and the Ashbringer in his hand was also igniting himself, and light was flying above the broken blade.

Zera's Heart of Light was forged into a crystal above the blade, not a decoration.

The dead Naaru seemed to come alive at this moment. She was gently kissing Varian's iron will, and pouring her own light into the sharp blade with continuous compression.

And the emperor's sword was buzzing.

This weapon that belongs to the warrior has appeared as an "decoration" most of the time since it was obtained by Varian. It serves Varian but will not liberate his potential for a paladin.

But at this moment, Strom'kar Warbreaker woke up, perhaps because the emperor's will was so fierce that he felt that Varian had enough qualifications to be a person more noble than the emperor.

Well, be a good fighter!

Like Thoradin, like Lothar.

So, the moment Varian soared into the air and rushed towards Aggramar, the two swords in his hands began to "melt" almost simultaneously.

In the golden flames, Stromkar reshaped his blade into a key-like double blade, and the gap between the tuning-fork blades was filled with golden searing fire.

It is like the key that the emperors lead the people to open the door of the new era, and it is also like a blazing torch holding fire forward in the dark, it is still a sword.

A deadly steel sword.

To use a favorite saying of the blacksmiths in the human kingdom, gold is a gift to spoil a mistress, silver is a gift to a seductive dissolute maid, and copper is a small trick of a profiteer to please courtiers.

Only iron, only steel, only this favorite of warriors is cold enough to be called the king of metals.

And Ashbringer's melting is more pure.

Muradin's sword blade carefully crafted with source quality steel was melted by the golden fire with a temperature as high as that of the sun, and the molten steel was peeled off the blade bit by bit, until finally only Varian's hand was left. hilt.

Mortal things cannot hurt Aggramar, and if you want to damage the fallen titan, you have to use something higher than the world.

use up!

A weapon condensed with the first ray of hope born from the most hopeless darkness.

Just like the flaming light blade composed of the chastising holy light that shines on the hilt in Varian's hand, it is not stained with mortal sharpness. When it is weak, it can't even cut wood, but when it is sharp, it can cut through the dark light. .

"Burn all evil!"

The golden meteor rushed towards the fallen titan with the emperor's roar, Aggramar's eyes flickered with surprise, but he didn't stop.

He just swung Taeshalak to kill Thorim who was rushing forward, and then swung his fist to kick the screaming Muradin like a ball.

He wanted to scald the lifeless young man in front of him with flames.

But the severe pain erupted in the back of his heart, and the stupid warrior who witnessed Dailin's life and death, gnashing his teeth, grabbed the sharp sword and threw himself at Aggramar.

Her rage had boiled to the same level as Bo Rocks, and Grom, and Odin.

The madness of witnessing her relatives falling into the desperate situation of death made Fenner also understand the power of that kind of sadness. The beheading of this death wish cut Aggramar's back like a bloody wound of tumbling magma.

Almost at the same time, the heavy sword of the Emperor also fell on the helmet of the fallen titan, and the burning Avenger boiled and danced in Varian's hands.

The condensed pure light blade swung down from the left eye of the fallen titan.

pain!

After the end of the Battle of Nairan, the unprecedented pain made Aggramar finally stop, but such pain was far from defeating him.

The titan swung Taeshalach and slammed it on Varian, and the young emperor spurted blood and flew backwards into the collapsing rocks.

His tattered body stopped breathing in the air.

But he still held the weapon tightly in his hand, even though the holy light began to dim.

Fenna was grabbed by Aggramar, and the blue anger on the stupid warrior collapsed instantly with five fingers, causing Fenna's squeezed bones to break and vomit blood.

She is going to die.

she knows.

But at the last moment, Fenna just stared at Aggramar viciously, and spat a mouthful of provocative blood towards him.

This unyielding gesture made the Fallen Titan's outrage, as well as a kind of absurdity well up in his heart.

What drove these bug-like mortals to Argus, and what made them so arrogant in the face of the Creator?

Is it justice?

"boom"

The Fallen Titan's thought gap caused him trouble.

A heavy impact came from behind, and together with the tumbling seven-color Sha energy, the ancient venerable rushed forward with the face of the abyss, howling, wrapping his body like an evil dragon tightly around Aggramar's burning flames. above the body.

Although Bu Laike has always asked Xal'atath not to join the frontline battlefield, how could the ancient venerable allow this burning titan to bully his little cutie?

Of course, Xalatath knew he had no chance of winning.

It is not out of her mind to dare to come here to provoke Aggramar, she is not in charge of attacking, she is only in charge of holding and restraining, the attacking thing has other things to do.

"quick!"

The ancient venerable tried her best to restrain the fallen titan with her body so that he could not lift his terrifying flaming sword. She absorbed Y'shaarj's "advanced experience" and focused on defending the titan's hands.

Amidst Xalatath's urging sound, an incomparably bright moonlight fell from the sky, and Elune's divine power of life surged down, hitting Aggramar's battle helmet.

The battle helmet that had been cut by the emperor's sword shattered after being hit hard, and the light of order continuously impacted the body and thoughts of the fallen titan.

In the streamer of black moon blooming, Moon Night God of War finally appeared.

At this time, Maiev's whole body is wrapped in a veil of stars and moonlight, and the divine power drawn from Tyrande makes her several times stronger than the normal Moon Night God of War, but this is also a great hidden danger.

Because Maiev's "container" is not enough for her to bear such a heavy moon god's power.

The gentle moonlight was transformed into explosive slashes, and under the dark fury of the moon god, Maiev swung the bright moon blades staggeredly to cut scorching wounds on the burning body of the fallen titan.

And the eternal tyrant Sefiel and Little Xingxing rushed down from the sky screaming, Sefiel almost tried his best to summon the past and future self to show up to help in the battle, and there was no tactics, just slammed into Agra so arrogantly On Ma's body, he smashed the sword-holding hand that broke free from the shackles of the ancient venerable.

His Royal Highness Little Xingxing didn't join the battle. She threw herself into Aggramar's left hand and bit the fallen titan's fingers fiercely.

"Let Fina go! Bastard! Bite you to death!"

In the rare efforts of the frantically attacking little star, the fallen titan's tightly clasped fingers were finally torn apart, and Fenna, who was almost crushed to death, was lifted into the sky by the little star with his claws.

She must be treated by the Life Titan immediately, or Fenner will die.

No one can accept this ending.

"boom"

On the battlefield behind Little Star, it was Xalatas who had problems first.

The shackles of the ancient venerable were broken free by the flames of Taeshalach that erupted from Aggramar. Her whole body was grabbed by the neck of the fallen titan like a snake and slammed, and the abyss of Xalatath was slashed by the sharp blade. split into two.

It was Sefiel, and even though the Eternal Tyrant tried his best to speed himself up with time, she still landed beside Xalatath a second later in the face of the enemy-breaker combat technique set off by Tayshalach.

The severed neck caused Sefiel to lose the body of the eternal tyrant, but fortunately she is a spirit body, and the body can still be used after sewing.

The only one who is still fighting is Maiev.

Having absorbed double the divine power, she has unstoppably embarked on the last path of all moon night war gods. The huge dark anger is shattering her body, and she will eventually be burned by Elune's anger.

But before her own defeat, she could still fight on.

She must buy the last time for Bo Laike, which may be the last mission she was led to come to Argus by fate.

For this future, Maiev does not resist.

There is even a sense of ease in solving the mystery.

What is frightening is never the final result, but the long wait on the road to the result, which is enough to crush a soul that is not strong enough.

"boom"

Blown by the flames of the Fallen Titan, the Moonnight Warlord was driven back to the surface in a moonlight scatter, just before the rift leading to the Heart of the World.

Ms. Warden wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth covered by the black moon, and looked at Aggramar who was striding forward amidst the chaos. All of them tried their best to attack and only left some skin wounds on Titan.

The only really serious injuries are Fenner's sword thrust into the Titan's heart with Tyr's power, and Varian blinding Aggramar with the Burning Avenger before dying.

But he was indeed stopped.

"You go!"

Maiev grabbed her Bright Moon Warblade, feeling the uncontrollable power of the Moon God in her body start to burn the surrounding earth in the form of moonlight and flames.

She felt that her end was approaching, so she didn't look back at Xalatas who was being supported by Sefiel's spirit body behind her.

she says:

"I have temporarily handed him over to you, take good care of him."

"He will disown us, Maiev."

Xalatas, who had been cut off from the abyss, leaned weakly in Sefiel's arms, and she whispered in a strange tone:

"You remember the last time we chatted, I was jealous of his bond with you, and then I said, maybe I should try to die or something, so that he will always remember me.

I've decided, Maiev.

I'm going to die here with you.

I want to see who that bastard loves more. I know this is adding pressure to him, but who made him like me, a dark essence who is good at making trouble without reason?

Safiel, how about we go together? "

Xalatas hugged Sefiel to prevent her from running away, and the first mate wanted to slap Xalatas hard.

But she eventually fell silent.

Seeing that Aggramar pushed Tashalach on the ground to induce the magma from the center of the earth to completely submerge the surrounding area, and the breath of the Destroyer weaved into an invisible coercion to oppress them.

Now I want to leave but I can't.

Aggramar raised his sword and continued to attack, and Maiev stepped forward with a roar.

But in the next moment, the fallen titan stopped suddenly. He held the sword in both hands in a posture of facing a powerful enemy and stopped on the ground that was constantly collapsing and cracking.

The black smoke covered the crumbling and cracked mountains like a cloak, and the tide from the lightless sea blew up, like dark waves hitting the stars.

Wherever the mist goes, everything is collapsing, shattering, and annihilated.

Even Aggramar felt a wave of oppression and impact at the level of thinking. Behind Maiev who was holding a knife, an illusory tall figure was walking slowly in the dark night.

He sings truth, he sows the night, he brings chaos from concept to substance, a threat so real as Argus has begun to crumble from the shriveled heart of the world.

"You want the Annihilator?"

A slightly mocking voice echoed in Aggramar's cosmic soul.

he.

No, he said:

"No, you don't have that honor. Come on, let's face the Silent One first."

(end of this chapter)