Azeroth Shadow Trail

Chapter 612 165. Odin is Displeased! -- Add more for the birth of the baby [2030]

Bu Laike yelled to abandon ship, which is very pirate-like.

But no one has time to pay attention to these. Everyone above the castle became confused when they realized that Deathwing was swooping this way to sow destruction.

Windrunner's mother and Varian carried several children to the edge of the castle, while the trolls jumped directly from the heights even more crazily. They were rough and thick, and they were not worried about being thrown to death.

The elf rangers and Phoenix mages below also realized the problem.

Below they caught the children who had been dropped from the heights, and there were hooks and locks thrown over the edge of the castle for the adults to slide down.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a while.

And Deathwing's advancing speed was very fast. When the little star carried dozens of elves and human children into the sky, the fallen dragon had already entered the broken city of Dalaran in the magic pursuit from behind.

Everywhere it went, fissures in the ground spewed jets of lava.

In the shadow of its wings, crumbling buildings are crushed to slag by the chaotic gravity.

The big cousin's head continuously spewed out corrupted blood, and the scorching dragon's blood was sprinkled on the ground to create a strange corrosive ooze monster. It was using this method to pollute the land.

The concentration of the void is constantly increasing, even though most of this place has been destroyed, but under the wrath of Deathwing, it wants this stupid city to become a sad footnote in history.

The paladins who covered the retreat of the innocent used silver hands to create a super-large barrier on the edge of the city, sheltering the last batch of panicked people from evacuating the city.

The golden luster of the holy light made Deathwing extremely dissatisfied.

When it flew over, it whipped fiercely with its broken tail like a long whip. With only one attack, it shattered the barriers of the paladins, and turned its head to spit out a mouthful of "saliva".

The shadowy flames that melted everything fell from the sky, causing heavy damage to the paladins in an instant, but with the protection of the silver hand, it did not cause complete annihilation.

This made Deathwing even more dissatisfied.

It feels that everything is not going well today. After suffering a series of shameful headshots, is it now so weak that it can't even kill a group of bug paladins?

What a shame!

It's all about the stinky pirates!

Thinking of this, the Fallen Dragon King's aversion to the worm cloth Laike became even more intense. Its huge flaming wings flapped a little faster, making it rush towards the collapsed and tilted Violet Castle like a black battering ram.

It sensed that the damn pirate and the core figure of human civilization, Anduin Lothar, were all there.

"Die! Die!"

Deathwing let out a roar, and first spewed out the shadow flames that covered the entire castle. Black flames fell from the sky, enveloping the hapless castle.

And in the savage collision of the huge body of the World Destroyer, the whole leaning and collapsing castle was smashed into pieces.

That scene was like a battering ram hitting a burning castle head-on, no matter how the castle was connected to the underground magic net, how delicate and powerful the defensive magic inside it was, and no matter what unique methods it was built with. The structure, all under this collision, was wiped out.

With the collapsed Violet Castle as the core, the huge energy shock ring spewed out in all directions, blasting another huge gap in the already shattered and ugly ground.

Those trolls and elves who didn't have time to escape seemed to be thrown into the wildest tide under this collision, and most of them died on the spot.

Those who survive will live forever in Deathwing's tyrannical shadow.

"Ha ha"

Varian Wrynn was breathing hard in the smoke and dust of the ruins. He felt short of breath, and the holy light around him was also shattered when he raised his head.

Beside him was Fenna Golden Sword, who was protected by him with holy light.

The stupid warrior turned pale. The half-elf once thought she was fearless, but it wasn't until after experiencing the continuous events in Dalaran that she realized that she was not as fearless and determined as she thought.

The barrier of Azzinoth on her arm has been shattered by one-third in the crazy collision of Deathwing just now. Even the hardest magic steel in the Twisting Nether is fragile when facing the Destroyer. Like a child's toy.

It was also fortunate that this shield blocked the impact, otherwise Varian would have no chance to save her.

In the collapsed ruins at the rear, amidst the smoke and dust, the disgraced Windrunner mother dragged her seriously injured Beast Beast Minnie out of the collapse.

She was almost buried under the collapsed rubble just now.

However, the best feature of being an undead is that she can't feel physical pain, which allows General Liresa to basically maintain her combat effectiveness.

"Dad, save me!"

Behind Windrunner's mother, the former daughter of the family, Caitlin Luinvivor, has been frightened silly by now.

She squatted in the ruins, holding her head in her hands, screaming for her archmage father to come and save her.

But in the current scene, let alone an archmage, even if Queen Azshara, the most powerful spellcaster in Azeroth's history, is invited to come over, it is probably not enough.

After all, what they have to face is the ultimate "nightmare" in this magical world.

"Marshal! Marshal! Are you still there?"

Varian, whose armor was broken and his waist and abdomen were crushed, got up with difficulty while leaning on the Trollbane battle axe, and staggered and ran towards the impact ruins flying in front of him.

As he ran, he called Lothar.

At his feet lay the corpses of trolls slain by the shock, the irony that these creatures had come to follow their chieftain in pursuit of the Empire's dream, and had come to such a miserable end.

"Boo Laike! Boo Laike! Are you alive? Squeak!"

Fenner is also looking for someone she cares about.

The situation of the stupid warrior is much better than that of Varian. It is probably due to the effect of Tyr's divine power in her body that after enduring such a disaster, she is almost unscathed except for her embarrassing appearance.

Carrying the broken shield and the legendary long sword, she blindly searched all around, and shook her head while watching the windrunner mother who was resting on the gravel behind her.

The chief retainer raised his war bow, opened it with difficulty and shot a wind arrow, which dispersed the flurry of smoke and flames around him, revealing the scene of impacting the center of the ruins.

Boo Laike was there.

He and Lothar held the battle-scarred Odin's shield above their heads, and the large shield helped them block Deathwing's shadow breath, and protected them from being shattered in the shattered castle. Gravel crushed to death.

And behind them, Zul'jin, who had turned into a wild bear, was pushing away the stone that was pressing down on his leg with his claws.

The troll chieftain was lucky.

His position made him only half burnt by the dragon's breath, coupled with the divine power of the four loa gathered in his body, he survived the most difficult moment of falling.

Perhaps the remaining power of the Amani Empire is really protecting him, and his injuries will be much better than those of Lothar.

"Hehe, it really fits the scene of a fight to the death."

Zul'jin coughed and spewed blood, he turned back into a human form, and rushed towards Lothar again regardless, even though he knew that he should evacuate, but the madness in his one-eyed eyes meant that Zul'jin was still unwilling to let go A good chance to kill Lothar.

"puff"

As soon as the old marshal stood up, he spat out poisonous blood dizzily. The toxin that Kargas left in his body had exploded, and the elven secret medicine was failing.

"Hey, I think this meeting should go."

Bu Laike said something to Lothar.

The latter supported his body with the Emperor's Sword, staring at Zul'jin who was rushing towards him like a madman. He raised his left hand and hooked Bu Laike.

The pirate curled his lips, knowing that he couldn't persuade the old man who was determined to die, so he handed him the Shield of Odin in his hand.

As he receded into the shadows, Bo Laike whispered:

"Don't think that you can escape your fate by doing this. I saved you from your fate. I didn't let you die at the hands of an old, blind, brutish troll bastard."

"This is the future I choose, Boo Laike."

Lothar slapped Odin's shield with the emperor's sword, enduring the pain of violent puncture in his body, he put the round shield in front of his body, dragged the sword with his right hand and charged towards Zul'jin.

He said:

"You said that I am as free as you are, and I have the power to choose. Only when I die can they work together. We humans are ugly, aren't we?"

"You're just running from greatness."

Bo Laike dropped the words indifferently, and jumped into the shadows.

He is unwilling to participate in this battle. The shining runes on Lothar's body represent that Odin is paying attention to this battle. Once he participates, Odin will be greatly dissatisfied.

He didn't want to offend the King of War at this moment.

"boom"

Zul'jin's arm blade stabbed fiercely on Odin's shield, and the voodoo lightning and poison spread out. In the desolate ruins, Lothar roared and swung the emperor's sword, towards Zul'jin cut down.

The troll wanted to dodge, but was held back by Lothar with a round shield.

The old marshal was spitting blood.

Every time he took a step forward, poisonous blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, but the more he did this, the greater his strength seemed to be, the more painful he was, and the more intense his anger rose.

His cheeks were extremely pale, and his eyes were extremely determined.

Zul'jin, who was not afraid of the majesty of Stromkar's blade, trembled violently when he saw Lothar's eyes.

Perhaps three thousand years ago, Emperor Thoradin beheaded his ancestor Dasa in this way.

This moment is just like that moment.

Zulkin's heart was disturbed.

He was forced to retreat by a dying man, and his arm blade kept waving, but every blow would be blocked by Lothar with the light Odin shield, but Stromkar's slashing was beyond his control. evasive.

After all, he only has one hand.

Either for defense or for offense.

But the advantage is still on his side!

Lothar was poisoned, and his body couldn't hold it. As long as he persisted, victory would come.

"boom"

The old marshal seemed to have guessed Zulkin's plan.

With blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, he grinned ferociously and wildly, swung his left arm, and smashed Zul'jin's cheek with a ferocious shield blow, crushing his troll fangs.

Hit him backwards.

Then Lothar threw away Odin's shield, held the sword in both hands, rose from the ground, and in the ear-piercing roar of the battle cry, he slashed down the battle sword that had been completely wrapped in anger like lightning.

Execution beheaded!

"puff"

The Emperor's Sword slashed through Zul'jin's left arm, tearing nearly half the troll chieftain's body, splitting his heart in two. At the moment of the end of life, the last blood of Amani also raised his arm blade.

The God's Fist used by the ancestors turned into a final desperate fight. The sharp blade pierced through Lothar's chest and pierced out from the old marshal's back.

"what"

Under the severe pain, Lothar swept the sword in his hand upwards, and in the blood splatter, Zul'jin's bloody and ferocious head flew out, crossed the trajectory in the air, and hit the roaring Warri Settle down.

"do not come!"

Lothar supported his body with his sword, and picked up the Odin shield under his feet. The moment Zul'jin's headless body fell, he felt endless scorching heat gathering above.

The bald old man shouted, but Varian turned a deaf ear to it, but was pulled back by Fenner and Bo Laike behind him.

"No! Don't! Come back! Don't! Father!!! Don't!"

Varian would have lost all sanity by now.

He was yelling, his eyes filled with tears.

In front of his eyes, he saw Deathwing appearing like destruction on the edge of the ruins. The fallen dragon was lying in the ruins of the city, and it raised its head high.

The flaming eyes above the iron jaws of Exterminating Worlds were full of a conceited smile of a successful plot. Even though the dragon's horns were broken, even though blood was spurting from his forehead, and even though he was in a state of embarrassment, Deathwing still let out a victor's roar at this moment.

Deathwing looked at Anduin Lothar in front of him, and took a deep breath

This dragon's breath completely broke the backbone of human civilization!

Lothar looked up.

The weak Marshal holds a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right hand. The tattered cloak behind him is shaking in the heat, and the corner of his mouth is still bleeding blood that represents the dissipated life.

He looked at the World Destroyer in front of him, shook his head, clenched his sword and shield tightly, bursting with anger, the next moment...

charge!

"Dragon! You don't want to destroy us!"

At the end of the sloping ruins, Lothar took a heroic leap into the sky, facing Deathwing's eyes, and slammed the Emperor's Sword in his hand just as the searing shadow flames were about to erupt. Throw it out ruthlessly.

He used the trick of Finna Golden Sword.

This is enough to make the stupid fighter move to tears at this moment.

With Lothar's last anger, the shatter throw pushed the human emperor's sword, and at the moment Lothar was engulfed by the shadow flames, it pierced fiercely between Deathwing's eyes.

"Dragon! How dare you destroy my best warrior! It was a mistake to keep you!"

Above the sky, in the rainbow bridge, the angry king of war suddenly stood up from his throne, and the roar of the one-eyed Odin spread throughout the sky of northern Xinjiang in an instant.

"Feel the anger of the Hall of Valor!"

"die!"

"crash"

With Odin's empty hand throwing down, the lightning spear that pierced the sky and the earth shot out from the Hall of Valor, piercing Deathwing's body from behind when he could not dodge at all, and screamed at the scream of the fallen dragon king. In this moment, the entire city was completely covered by Odin's wrath.

it's not over yet

"Go, carry out my excommunication! Clean up those dirty things!"

At the order of the King of War, the Rainbow Bridge burst open.

In the gaze of Braike's elongated voice, golden meteors entangled with thunder and lightning fell from the sky, and those golden Valkyrie galloped between heaven and earth on white celestial horses and battle flags.

Lothar used his own life to complete the test of courage for mankind.

The smelly pirate shook his head, patted the shoulder of Varian who was kneeling and crying bitterly, and said:

"Remember this day, remember who he died for, he said you were ugly, I think so too. He earned your future, don't let it down."

(end of this chapter)