Azeroth Trail of Light

Chapter 45 15. The game begins! ——Add more six

"boom!"

Just when Alessandro and Dick were looking at each other, Dathrohan leaned on his long sword and looked straight to block Alsace's fierce slash, but Dathrohan didn't notice that during the last wave of slashes, On the surface of Frostmourne, a blood-red light emerged.

"Spirit world... Strike!"

"boom!"

Arthas held the sword in both hands, and the ferocious blow directly damaged Dathrohan's body and soul, and the holy light in his body was almost defeated!

And his body, like a cannonball, was smashed on the gate.

Seeing this scene, Dick narrowed his eyes, took a few steps back, turned over and got on his horse. He looked at Alessandro,

"That's all. Make your own choice, High Lord. In addition, if you're going to Karazhan, you'd better bring Miss Jaina Proudmoore with you. She will be a good guide!"

"You...where are you going?"

Alessandro watched Dick tear off the holy light seal on the surface of the black jar in his arms with one hand, and immediately shouted.

"Me? I'm going to lure Alsace away, lest he really destroy this place!"

Dick, holding the flame of justice behind his back, cast a last glance at Alessandro,

"Grand Lord, Arthas will not come back here for at least 3 months! Before he comes back with an endless, more powerful army of undead, you'd better become the "Ashbringer", otherwise... otherwise We're all done!"

The next moment, Dick pulled up the reins, the horse roared, and rushed out from the gate of the Crusader Fortress. Dick held the last point of the Holy Light Seal in one hand, and ran out of Alsace and Gavinla in the distance. After the German battlefield, with a wave of his hand, he removed the last trace of the seal, and then shouted at Alsace,

"Alsace! What you want is here with me! Come with me! Otherwise, I'll pour it into holy water!"

At this moment, in Alsace's mind, Kel'Thuzad's voice yelled frantically,

"Damn! Damn! It's that bastard again! He's holding my ashes! Damn!"

"Shut up!"

Alsace roared in spirit, and forced Gavinrad back with a sword, and with a random move, one of the fastest and smallest crypt spiders rushed towards Alsace, and the king of death knights threw himself With a leap, it landed on the top of the Nerubian's head. This strange combination galloped straight in the direction Dick left.

After Alsace left, Farric, who served as the combat commander, glanced at the departing prince, and pulled out the mourning sword at his waist.

"Charge! Soldiers of His Royal Highness! Destroy this place! In the name of His Royal Highness Alsace!"

Dathrohan, who had reacted, also leaned on his long sword, propped up his body, and shouted at the thousands of paladins who raised their weapons and prepared for hand-to-hand combat,

"Close the gate! Defend! Let the priests spread the barrier! Don't let them rush up!"

Only then did the paladins wake up from a dream. The first wave of elf rangers who had climbed the walls of the Crusader fortress opened their bows and fired five consecutive volleys. They finally suppressed the advance of the undead vanguard and cooperated with the knights to close the gate of the fortress. .

The priests who had been prepared for a long time gathered together, led by the old monks from the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, and chanted the protection magic from the Holy Light. Soon, a thin but tough barrier of the Holy Light appeared Set up around the fortress, this layer of barriers can effectively prevent the undead from stepping into the fortress area. For any undead who dare to approach, it has a strong suppression, burning, and weakening effect.

When the undead gathered in a hurry and did not prepare siege weapons at all, it would be impossible to break through this barrier of weakening strength unless all the undead in the entire West Dallonmere region were assembled, especially It was under the condition that the Crusader Fortress had fully prepared for the early stage.

Leaving aside the tragic siege battle here, on the other side, Dick was holding the urn of Kel'Thuzad's ashes, riding on a horse, and galloping all the way in the direction of the Sordo River. It's not far away, but time, for Dick, has become the most precious thing.

The Crypt Nerubian has eight legs and has a large beetle-like structure. Its short-distance running speed and traveling speed are much faster than Dick's war horse. Under the pressure of consequences, this nerubian can at least maintain this speed and run until its body collapses. This is an advantage that Dick can't match at all.

The distance between him and Alsace is being shortened rapidly, and when he enters Alsace's attack range, with Alsace's current strength and skill power, as long as he is hit by Frostmourne once, everything will be over.

Moreover, the section from the Crusader Fortress to the Sordo River was all flat land, with no jungle obstacles at all. Even if Dick accelerated his speed, he would not be able to escape in a straight line.

The greatest of all these misfortunes was that, when the horses came to the high banks of the galloping Sordo, Dick was no longer required to flee.

Panting, he got off his horse, patted the horse's neck, and let go of its bridle. These horses domesticated by the Knights of the Silver Hand are all extremely intelligent breeds, so after Dick waved at them, Feeling the increasingly terrifying aura coming from behind, the war horse neighed, changed direction, and rushed into the small woods not far away.

Dick took the Flame of Justice off his back and leaned on it in front of his body, holding the ashes urn in one hand, watching Alsace and its nerubians getting closer, the ground began to shake, like a slight earthquake, Dick knew that a nerubian alone would not be able to produce such an effect. This was entirely because Alsace was using the nerubian's talent to oppress himself psychologically.

But he gritted his teeth and concentrated all the holy light in his body on his left hand. The silver hand became warm. Dick took off the steel gauntlet and pointed it in the direction of Alsace. The shock shot out.

This attack was aimed at the nerubians, these creatures were brought by Arthas from Northrend to Lordaeron, those lord-level nerubians were too heavy to cross the sea at all, that is to say, this land The Cave Nerubian was at most an elite level, and this holy shock was enough to cause damage to it.

"Aw~!"

The blazing holy light and the power of order were mixed together. Due to the distance, it didn't hit the top of the nerubian's head, but a fist-sized hole was made on its forelimb, green blood and The mournful howling hindered Alsace's rapid approach. He stood on top of the Nerubian's head, frowning slightly.

Seeing that the Nerubian was enduring the pain and still moving forward, Alsace's face turned cold, and his thoughts moved. The Nerubian stopped the difficult charge and put its huge head on the ground. Alsace Step by step, he walked down from the corner above the Nerubian's head.

Like a king who had stepped off his shoulders, he took a few steps and stood in front of Dick. He noticed the urn he was holding in his arms, and then set his gaze on Dick again.

Now Dick rushed from the Cold Wind Camp to the Crusader Fortress, and then ran out of the Crusader Fortress. In comparison, his image is undoubtedly extremely poor.

"Alsace, we meet again!"

Dick looked at Alsace with an indifferent face. Although he had seen it countless times in the game, only when he was actually standing in front of him, the cold wind blowing towards his face would tell how strong this guy is! Dick felt his body tremble. It wasn't fear or panic, but the awe from the bottom of his heart as a prey when facing higher-level creatures and predators.

"Dick. I remember you"

Alsace looked at Dick standing in front of him. His voice was cold, like a ray of chill squeezed out of the howling north wind. This dark soul once kept all of Alsace's memories and beliefs. He looked at Dick. Ke, in his indifferent eyes, there was a flash of fluctuation, but then he returned to indifference.

"Give me the ashes! I'll give you a decent death!"

"Hehe, will I still serve you after I die?"

Dick pursed his lips. When the negative emotions in his heart reached the strongest, the panic had dissipated a lot. He looked at Alsace, raised the warhammer in his hand,

"Unfortunately, I refuse!"

Seeing Alsace lift up Frostmourne, which was surging with cold breath, Dick made a movement. He placed the ashes urn outside the mountain wall, with the ever-flowing Sordo River below,

"The grip of death can quickly pull me towards you, but unfortunately, I know this can only be applied to a single body, so you can only choose one of me and it!"

Dick took a step back, one foot was already in the air, and he looked at Alsace's indifferent face. At this moment, Dick suddenly realized that when you have firmly grasped the will to die, no one can control you anymore.

Death is always the fairest thing!

"I will kill you, kill your brothers and friends, kill your lover. Jaina, right? Her Royal Highness would like a vulgar soldier, hehehe, you will kill her in front of you! I swear !"

Arthas pointed Frostmourne's sword at Dick. It was obvious that Dick's actions had angered the dead monarch, but Dick smiled,

"Arthas, I know you're going to Quel'Thalas! You're going to resurrect your evil lieutenant there, but I won't let you do that easily! You bastard, there, Sunwell! That's where we end up battlefield!"

Dick stretched out his finger and pulled it on his neck, cutting his throat wildly.

"Come on! Come to Quel'Thalas and find me! Arthas! The game has begun, you can't refuse!"

"Hahaha! The Holy Light is never extinguished, and justice is never extinguished!"

Dick threw it with one hand, and the urn and his body fell in two directions and fell into the galloping Sordo River below. For the first time, Alsace had a real expression on his indifferent face. After taking a few steps, he stretched his left hand forward, and black and red death energy gushed out from his palm, like a black poisonous snake, accurately grasped the falling urn, wrapped it around, and finally landed firmly on the ground. In the palm of my hand.

But on the other side, where is Dick in the rushing river?

"Hey hey I take back my previous evaluation, this bastard is an interesting bug!"

Kel'Thuzad's voice sounded in Alsace's mind,

"Look, he sent you an invitation. Do you want to play this game?"

"He's just trying to give the knights of West Dallonmere some time to live!"

Arthas pushed Frostmourne back behind his back, took one last look in the direction of the Sordo River, turned around and jumped onto the head of the Nerubian whose wounds had been healed by the shadow energy,

"But you are right. Now that the game has started, why give up? I also want to see what step this bug can do! The Silver Hand? Hmph! Give them some time to live!"

The King of Death Knights urged the Nerubians to move forward, but this time, it was no longer in the direction of the Crusader Fortress, but on the other side, the upper reaches of the Sordo River, and they could enter the sea after crossing the mountains there. Sath has no intention of entering East Dalomere, and the paladins will not let him enter there so easily.

Holy Light's Hope Chapel. As a former paladin, Alsace understood what kind of thing was buried under that chapel. It was enough to threaten his life!

Regardless of whether Alsace admits Dick's statement or not, in fact, at this moment, the game between the two of them, revolving around the survival of an ancient country, and even changing the situation in the entire northern border, has already begun!

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The game between Dick and Alsace has already begun, with one country as a pawn and northern Xinjiang as the winner, brothers! It is recommended to collect and go! !