Azeroth Trail of Light

In the darkness of the gradually dissipating battlefield shouts, the old soul seemed a little disappointed. He turned around and turned his back to Dalyan.

Dalyan was silent, and after a few seconds, he raised his head,

"No, I'm not a child. Although I'm a reserve Paladin, I can't inherit this path, but I'm not a child! I want to be a warrior!"

"Oh? It sounds like a good ideal, so... prove it to me!"

"How do I prove it?"

"Kill your inner child and let the real warrior emerge!"

There was silence all around, Dalyan looked at the soul dissipating before his eyes, and looked at the dead space, he pursed his lips, he knew what this sentence meant, he gritted his teeth, recalling every time he was scolded by his father, Every time I was ridiculed by my brother, I recalled my father's face that had aged several years after I failed, recalled my wild heartbeat when I saw Dick kill the hatred in seconds with a sword, and recalled that I was standing in the way of Eli Persistence in front of Gore.

He raised the long sword in his hand and laid it across his neck. The next moment, the blade was added to his body.

The sonorous figure also echoed in Dalyan's ears, and the king with the epee appeared beside him again, patted his shoulder, and laughed heartily in a bold voice.

"Hahahaha, real warriors should travel everywhere, real warriors will only live in war, blood is our medal, death is our battle song, wherever we go, there can only be one voice! That is the sword The sound of thunder, that is the sound of thunder, that is... the voice of a warrior!"

"Go, remember this anger, it will be your source of strength!"

"Go, remember this death, it will be the herald of your destruction!"

"Go, kill everything that stands in your way! Break through everything! Suppress everything! Destroy everything!"

"Scamdor... unleashes its edge and makes the world tremble again!"

"Buzz!"

Dalyan opened his eyes, and Scamdor, whose shape was constantly changing in the blood-colored light, hummed at this moment. That was Dalyan's blood dripping on the great sword, but now, they are burning like fire!

Scamdor, which was originally blue-red like a simple battle sword, has become completely blood-red. The hilt has been lengthened by a third and finally formed a small battle-axe-shaped blade.

Where the hilt and the blade were connected, a blood-red ferocious skull appeared, and then spread to form four protruding reverse-edged blades. The blade became slender, and formed an arc at the blade The whole body is like a battle ax being placed obliquely, and another blood-red skeleton is formed below.

Blood-red light surged on the sword, like a crimson flame burning.

This sword has no extra decorations, simple but with crazy killing intent, the artifact recognizes its owner, and at this moment, the faint holy light in Dalyan's body was driven out by Scamdor, who was infused with Dalyan's will. Outside of the body, at this moment, this artifact finally revealed another form that is most suitable for Dalyan: the blade of anger.

The form with the strongest frontal lethality and breakthrough power!

The reserve paladin holding this sword also embarked on a different path from his original destiny at this moment.

Dalyan propped up his body with the sword, panting heavily, reached out and tore off the shattered armor on his body, threw it on the ground, then clenched the blood-red blade of anger with both hands, and moved towards The abomination launched a charge.

He is angry.

He is crazy.

He was bare-chested, with blood streaming down his thin body.

But he doesn't want to stop, he doesn't want to stop, he wants to crush his destiny!

Staggering, but faster and faster, until finally, Dalyan exhausted all his strength and jumped up. Under Eligor's surprised eyes, a round of blood-red moonlight streaked across the huge body of the abomination .

The next moment, behind Dalyan who had landed on the ground and supported his body with a huge sword, against the background of Stratholme burning with blood and fire, before the stern light of the knife dissipated, the huge head of hatred soared into the sky. rise.

This... this is the beginning of Dalyan's new life.

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"boom!"

Dick flew over in the direction of Ramsden. He was in the air and could not use his strength at all. He could only watch helplessly as the huge bone-chopping ax slashed down towards his body.

In this situation, Dick couldn't care less about conserving his energy anymore. All the holy power gathered on his body. The golden shield that blocked Malganis' blow appeared again, and the black bone cutting ax stayed on Dick's body. The surface of the body can no longer be stored.

And this huge shock also allowed Dick to seize the opportunity. He held the holy hammer in his hands with both hands, swung it to the right, and the tightly tangled chains were swung away, losing the only point of strength , Dick's body fluttered to the ground.

He leaned on the Holy Hammer out of breath, and just now, all the holy power recovered in his body had been emptied. Dick could feel the weakness coming from inside his body. In this state, facing the vicious Ramsay on the opposite side Deng, not to mention fighting, it would be nice to be able to defend.

"Holy water! I still have holy water!"

Dick looked at Ramsden who opened his mouth wide and grinned at him. This monster like a mountain of meat brought him great pressure. Apart from Kel'Thuzad and Mal'Ganis, this guy was definitely a Dick. The strongest enemy I have ever seen!

He took out a bottle of holy water emitting a little light from his storage backpack. This liquid containing diluted holy light energy has now become his only decisive point, but when he touched the holy water, Di Ke's hand touched another object, which made his expression change.

"In the game, you only need to pour holy water on monsters to bring about considerable corrosion effects!"

Dick twisted away the bottle of holy water, but when he saw Ramsden's huge body, he hesitated again. Facing this kind of monster with high energy beyond imagination, unless Dick could sprinkle the holy water into his body, otherwise it would not be able to harm its body at all.

When the size reaches a certain level, the body becomes the best defense!

Seeing that Ramsden was already roaring and rushing towards him, the ground was shaking, Dick seemed to be standing in front of a moving mountain, the sickle and bone-chopping ax exuding deadly light in the hands of the high-level abomination It has already been swung, and no one has any reason to take this blow head-on, not even Dick.

This guy's strength is too strong, even the 100-point strength threshold blessed by the divine power is one-third weaker than its strength, there is no way to confront it head-on, and only use delaying tactics!

"Trigger task, break one's arm!"

"Ramsden the Swallower is one of Rivendell's right-hand men, and it is an obstacle you cannot overcome. Kill it!"

No time to think about it!

On Dick's left, beyond Stratholme's Elder's Square and the Garden Fountain, a raging fire was already burning. It must have been done by Alsace, and Dick knew that the fire would eventually spread to the whole of Stratholme. , this kind of medieval big city is difficult to ignite, but once ignited, it is definitely not so easy to extinguish.

He gritted his teeth and poured a whole bottle of holy water into his mouth.

bitter! Bitter!

The moment the holy water entered, Dick felt his mouth go numb, but when the cold liquid fell into his stomach, it was silent for a second, and then it burned like a flame.

Dick's holy energy is recovering rapidly! Although it didn't feel good, like a ball of burning carbon fell into his stomach, under the double pressure from inside and outside, he quickly broke out all his fighting power.

"clang!"

Dick swung the flame of justice and smashed the iron hook that was sweeping towards him. The huge force made him stagger.

Can't resist!

So he took advantage of the opportunity to jump to the right, and in front of him, the energy of the holy light surged on the surface, and the flame of justice, like a golden torch, roared and spun around, hitting Ramsden's left arm holding the sickle , but at the intersection of the holy hammers, there was a sound like metal colliding.

The shock force made Dick almost unable to hold the hammer handle. He fixed his eyes and saw that the arm of this high-ranking abomination was still wrapped with rough but absolutely solid and durable iron armor.

Damn it!

Dick, who bent down, cursed angrily, and with a howling, the sharp hook swept over his head. The deformed stump behind Ramsden moved backward, and the flying hook struck Dick again. .

But Dick ignored the attack, he moved his body quickly, and approached Ramsden who was slashing wildly with the ax in three or two strokes, and his bent body rolled on the spot, dodging the whistling hook. At the same time, it quickly approached Ramsden's body.

"boom!"

The warhammer held in his left hand and the sickle on Ramsden's thick, suture-stitched right hand clashed together. The warhammer wielding with one hand could not resist the huge force of the abomination, and the smashed one flew backwards, pulling Musden turned his head, and the bone-chopping ax in his hand was about to chop off his head, but in his big and small eyes, he saw Dick lying on the ground in a panic, and the silver dwarf sticking out his right hand. musket.

"Timmy's toy gun!"

After Dick got the Flame of Justice, this weapon had very few chances to appear, but right now, Dick, who lacked long-range attack means, could only use this gun to take risks.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for, the door of the abomination was wide open, the gun pointed at its face, and if Dick was lucky, two bullets could have penetrated Ramsden's brain.

Although I hate this kind of undead construct creature, it will not die immediately if its brain is broken, but if it loses the wisdom of fighting, it will become a beast that can only use brute force. At that time, with the help of the terrain here, Dick There are 7 points to kill it!

"boom!"

In Ramsden's eyes, the musket shot out two fiery red rays of light, and the hot projectile was pushed by the explosive gunpowder, within a distance of less than 4 meters, at a speed that it could not react to at all. , bumping into its stitched ugly face.

"Aww!"

Ramsden roared in pain, his huge body receded, and the undead who had no time to escape were crushed to pieces. How could Dick miss this good opportunity? He got up from the ground and stuffed the musket Back in the rucksack, holding the hammer in both hands, took a few steps to run up, swung it round, and smashed towards Ramsden's face that was constantly shaking and torn apart by the projectile.

The golden holy light and the power of order spewed out from the place where the war hammer touched, and every hit could make Ramsden's roar a little weaker, until this time the holy energy stimulated by the holy water was completely wasted. After it was clean, Dick shook his tingling arm.

Ramsden's big head had been crushed, and green blood and plague escaped from its huge body. Seeing this scene, Dick heaved a sigh of relief.

This kind of injury, even if it is hatred, there is no way to survive it, right?

He twisted his body and was about to clear away the undead around him when he suddenly heard a slight sound behind him. Dick's face changed drastically, but the next moment, the thick and barbed chain was hooked fiercely on his waist Sitting on his lap, Dick didn't even have time to cry out in pain, his whole body was driven and smashed against the opposite wall.

Ramsden!

It's not dead!