Azeroth Trail of Light

When the light of the teleportation technique disappeared, Anwena, who was holding Cirvanas on her shoulder, screamed. She looked around, and there were trees all around. This was a place she didn't know at all, but It was certain that she had already left Naxxramas, she looked up at the floating fortress hanging obliquely in the sky, and looked hesitantly at Cirvanas who looked like a walking dead in his arms.

When she was in a dilemma, a faint howl of a wolf suddenly sounded in Lady Anveina's ears. She froze for a moment, and then quickly rushed to the place where the howl sounded, carrying the high elf general on her back.

Thassarian, who was also thrown out by the teleportation technique, gritted his teeth and grabbed the edge of the cliff with one hand, while the other hand firmly grasped the hand of Duke Tyrosus. The two climbed up with difficulty. , It was the galloping Sordo River, damned Kel'Thuzad, unexpectedly threw the two of them to the edge of the West Darlonmere region.

This is where Dick escaped Alsace's clutches.

The luck of the others was not so good. Uther and old Mograine were thrown into the deepest part of the Tirisfal Forest, and Dasuo Khan, Kurtaz, and old Fording landed with them. He and the escaped necromancer Serge were thrown directly into the ruins of Lordaeron's royal city.

The black witch Farina and Miss Jaina are also engaged in a life-and-death battle in the poisonous mist valley not far from the Scarlet Monastery. The plague bringer Noth, who is paralyzed, has the worst luck and was thrown into Naxxramas Around him on the lowermost battlefield were hundreds of enraged paladins.

Lo'thema Theron, the most threatening Dark Ranger, is nowhere to be found, and everything is going badly.

But the one who is currently facing the biggest crisis is Dick who is still left in Naxxramas.

The paladin's face was extremely ugly, he avoided the attack of the completely chaotic Rivendell in a little embarrassment, this guy seemed to be crazy, frantically whipped his left arm that had become a tentacles, like It was the terrible whip that was swung, and every time it was whipped, it could leave extremely corrosive marks on the ground and walls.

But it's not without good news.

Kel'Thuzad just stood aside with his wizard cat in his arms, and had no intention of joining the battle at all. The black dagger hanging from his waist looked so conspicuous that Dick almost didn't have to turn his head to notice it. The source of the chaotic energy coming from the entire space is there.

Mr. Bigglesworth lay in Kel'Thuzad's icy arms, watching the fierce battle between the paladins and the chaotic servants of the ancient gods, and let out a meow from time to time, as if to cheer Dick up. I remember that the guy who gave it something fun, although his body shape is different, the aura from him is exactly the same.

The paladin rolled in the air, and when he landed with a light vertical leap, the dark energy shot from the eyeballs on Rivendell's shoulders, and the tentacles with bone spurs and suction cups slammed into his chest. Beside him, the paladin picked up a rune sword from the ground. Regardless of the conflict between the dark energy and the holy light, he raised it high, pierced it fiercely into the tentacles, and nailed it to the ground.

The moment the black rune sword pierced into the tentacles, it began to be corroded rapidly, making a squeaking sound. There was not much time left for Dick, so he put on the bed with the Naaru shield on his head, and wrapped the wind chasing sword in his left hand. Lightning and silver rays of light streaked across the sky with a brilliant cross star, piercing into Rivendell's heart, and the force of order gushing out completely crushed it.

But as the creation of the ancient gods, this guy is not so easy to die. It let out a completely unknown roar, stretched its left arm, lifted it up, and the blade that was pierced into the ground cut off the front part of the tentacles. The blood was flying everywhere, but the torn tentacles split from the broken place, elongated, and soon turned into a more disgusting flower shape.

This thing in front of me is definitely challenging the three views of normal people. The flower-shaped tentacles can not only be whipped as long whips, but also green and purple mucus can be ejected from the top. No matter what it is, Dick will never I hope that thing sticks to my body.

But after the duration of the Holy Avenger disappeared, Dick, who had returned to the high-ranking lord, was really unable to deal with this thing in front of him. Most importantly, he lacked a chance.

Order and chaos restrain each other, but in terms of power level, Dick's left arm is definitely far superior to the monster in front of him, but it protects its fatal point quite well, and Dick has no chance to break into it.

When he was about to go around behind this guy, the jagged tentacles on the top of his head almost cut off his legs directly.

This disgusting monster appeared entirely for disgusting people.

Even the paladins can't imagine what kind of terrible results this thing will cause once it falls into the secular battlefield below. Wherever the ancient gods are, the minds of mortals will be distorted and burned. unbearable.

Dick was looking for an opportunity, but Kel'Thuzad didn't think this kind of battle had much technical content. He even opened his mouth and yawned, even though it was a bit creepy for a white bone to make such a move.

"Hey, knight, Dick...you weren't so merciful when you buried me in that dark cave last time...I mean, if you can't kill it in a minute, I don't mind sending you One ride!"

Kel'Thuzad's sinister voice reached Dick's ears, and the paladin didn't answer, but rushed towards Rivendell's tentacles. This scene made Kel'Thuzad slightly open his mouth.

"Wait! I made you fight, not die! You idiot!"

But at the next moment, a golden light suddenly lit up behind Rivendell, and the arch lich's eyes lit up, and saw a blond high elf girl with a single ponytail appearing behind the ancient god's creation, her hands were shining golden The righteous fire of the flame hit the back of Rivendell's head.

"Look at the powerful blow of Master Anwena!"

"boom!"

Regardless of the skill, the strength of this blow is indeed real. Anveena's strength is not less than Dick's, and it hits the back of Rivendell's head. This blow still delayed his attack for a moment.

Facing an opponent like Dick, let alone a moment, even a moment is extremely fatal.

Sure enough, at this moment, Dick grasped the long and narrow hilt of the Windchaser Sword with both hands, roared, jumped up from the ground, and almost submerged the silver light blade into Rivendell's already deformed head In the middle, this is not enough. When the silver power of order surged rapidly from his whole body and gathered on the fist of his left hand, Dick swung a punch. The fist directly smashed into the eye socket of this disgusting guy, like a burning nail, turning the head of this sad creature into a pot of porridge.

After Anveena and Dick backed away, Rivendell's huge and deformed body shook twice, and after a low whimper, he slammed into the center of the battlefield like a stone.

"Hoo...hoo..."

Dick was breathing heavily. He looked at Kel'Thuzad opposite him. Anveena held the hammer in both hands and stood in front of Dick. However, the archlich didn't make any move. Gently put them on the ground, and then gently patted them together with white jade-like hand bones.

"Papa papa."

He also sighed in his own weird voice,

"Amazing! Awesome! You are indeed the successor of the power of order after tens of thousands of years. Although it was very reluctant, you still killed my carefully crafted servant, Dick... You are really not an ordinary person. You can be cruel. I knew it the moment I cut off my left hand."

"Looking at it now, my vision is not bad, at least I saw the right person!"

Facing the great lich's praise, Dick didn't answer, but silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised the wind chasing sword in his hand. Standing in front of him was the more dangerous Kel'Thuzad than in the original history. , if he was a snake in the past, then now he is a cobra king.

The most terrible thing is that it was fed by Dick himself. If he hadn't guided Kel'Thuzad into contact with the artifact dagger full of twisted will, I'm afraid he wouldn't have faced the current desperate situation, but in other words, if It wasn't him who exchanged this dagger for his and Jaina's lives, and now there is no such thing as Dick.

A peck and a drink are all determined by God.

This damn fate is really unpredictable.

Facing the vigilant paladin, the Grand Lich shrugged. He stretched out his hand and took off the dark dagger from his waist, which made Dick feel uncomfortable. On the hilt of the dagger, the spinning eyes were watching intently Looking at him, it was the gaze of Sataras, an evil thing that died in ancient times, but the lingering poison has spread to this day.

It is definitely not an honor to be targeted by such a guy.

But the next moment, when the Grand Lich took out something from his gorgeous storage ring, Dick's eyes widened completely.

"That thing...how could that thing be in your hands! Isn't that being..."

"Oh? This is what you mean?"

Kel'Thuzad pinched the amber eyeball floating in the air with three white bony fingers, shook it in front of him, and asked in a strange tone,

"Then who do you think issued the mission to the League of Assassins? Do you really think it's Cho'gall? Do you really think that crazy savage ogre can find out the secret in this eyeball? No, no, no, apparently he still No, his poor IQ has kept him immersed in the fantasy of the so-called "Twilight's Hammer", that pathetic guy."

"He thought he had found a medium to control the power of the ancient gods, he was too stupid, he had no idea that the only thing in the world that can control the power of the ancient gods without any side effects has already been given to me by you! Dick, I have to thank you, and my master also has to thank you! It is you who have linked me to her glory!"

The paladin felt his scalp tingling again, not because of the Eye of C'Thun that Kel'Thuzad took out and handed to Galona by himself, but the meaning behind it, he realized in a trance that he seemed to be Got into a big trouble!

Kel'Thuzad and Galona had misled him with vague language into thinking Cho'gall was going to get the eyeball, but it now appears that Dick may have handed it over to someone who least deserved it.

"Of course, I'd also like to thank you for sending me once again the necessities for Sataras' ascension! Look, the Eye of C'Thun, but it's not the eye of C'Thun, it's the executioner in the endless The part that was taken away from my master years ago! Now, it is back!"

The fanatical archlich raised the amber eyeball high, and gently placed it on the other side of the dark dagger in the other hand. When the two eyeballs fused together, Kel'Thuzad took Sataras in his hands - the blade of the dark empire has begun its evil transformation!

The recurved blade engraved with strange and distorted runes continued to extend, and finally bent into a round barb. The runes on it were hidden under the smooth surface, and the green fluorescence lit up on the blade, letting it hang on the handle. The barbs gradually melted away, transforming it from a most evil weapon into a green work of art.

There is a round gem inlaid under the handle. At the top of the handle, the eyes on both sides no longer turn, as if they have become exquisite carvings, but the evil aura is not affected by its beauty. Reduce even a penny.

No matter which direction you look from, the pupils of those sculpted eyes are still looking straight at him.

Dick couldn't help taking a step back.

After he personally experienced the transformation of several artifacts, even the awakening of Utalus, the manipulator of mana, the Deadwind Harvester, did not scare him so much, but now, the invisible fear has indeed filled Dick's heart mind.

He recognized the weapon held high above his head by the archlich.

That...that is the advanced form of Sartaras - the blade of the dark empire - the most evil blade that controls the will of all things, called the twisted mirror image.

The sweet and greasy voice that made the hairs fall all over Dick lingered in Dick's ears,

"I... I'm back!"

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