Azeroth Trail of Light

Provoking a giant dragon with 3 mortals seems to be the end of death.

But actually, when Garrosh, Dranos, and Maximilian climbed onto Onyxia's back, Dick knew they had won.

This is not a game, and the deep breath covering the entire hall cannot be released several times casually. The shadow flame is the talent of the black dragon, but it needs to be released by consuming energy. In fact, from Onyxia's weak slap It can be seen from the wings that the Black Dragon Princess has reached her limit.

After all, the 25 guys are not ants, and the damage they caused has actually greatly affected the black dragon's combat effectiveness.

As Dick said before, the first trial was just an appetizer.

"Hey!"

Garrosh grabbed the ferocious dragon horns in one hand, controlled his body with difficulty, swung Goreroar with his left hand, and slashed on the top of Onyxia's head with an axe. How powerful the orcs were, and the orcs Blood-red anger surged around the warrior's body, under the blessing of this anger, the hard dragon scales almost opened in response.

The scorching dragon's blood sprayed Garrosh's face, and even splashed into his eyes, causing him to slip, and the whole person fell downward. There were bursts of exclamations from the stands, and the orc warrior himself His hands were also waving in the air, and as a result, his fallen left foot was firmly grasped by one hand.

It wasn't Dranos, it was Maximilian. The Northshire knight grabbed the chain wrapped around the edge of the black dragon's wing with one hand, and Garrosh's left foot with the other. The orc warrior wiped his face indiscriminately. He also froze for a moment, but casually waved the ax in his hand.

Throwing it to Dranos who was still on the dragon's back, this equally brave orc took over the blood howl, his body was also full of anger, he rushed forward a few steps, and swung the ax with both hands towards the head of the black dragon princess She slashed over, but the black dragon's body turned sideways, so that the ax failed to hit her forehead, but rubbed the dragon scales, and cut into her dragon horn.

Onyxia roared crazily, shaking and spinning her entire body in the air, trying to throw these three guys off, but the three who were pulled onto the dragon's back by Dranos learned how to behave, and wrapped the chains On the body, the three of them jointly held Maximilian's fine steel windmill spear, anger and holy light surged in the air, and with the sound of slogans,

"One! Two! Three! Stab!"

"puff!"

"Aw~!"

The fine steel dragon gun entangled in blood-red and golden-yellow light erupted with unparalleled destructive power at this moment, piercing the black dragon's scale armor from the point of impact, and piercing into the flesh and blood. This blow was aimed at Oni At the root of Kexia's left wing, after most of the dragon spear pierced Onyxia's wings, the black dragon princess uttered the most tragic wail ever. The southern platform rushed over.

"boom!"

A thick golden light shield appeared right in front of the southern platform. Onyxia hit it without even a single crack. The dizzy black dragon slumped to the ground with three guys who couldn't control their bodies and landed on the ground. At that moment, the entire tower seemed to shake.

"boom!"

Huge dust rolled up on the battlefield, and everyone's shouts stopped at this moment, as if holding their breath, everyone was waiting for the final result.

Kael'thas waved his hand, and a storm swept away the dust, and three figures with arms crossed appeared in front of everyone.

Garrosh was very unlucky, he was almost crushed under Onyxia, his left leg was severely fractured, Maximilian's arm hit the wall when it collided, and he was drooping weakly at the moment. It was even worse for Dranos. When the dragon landed, he was thrown out. The kinetic energy almost shattered his sternum.

But the three of them are still alive. Garrosh and Maximilian are carrying Dranos on the left and right. When the three stood up straight, all the silence in the entire arena was broken at this moment. .

His Majesty Magni's mouth opened wide, and Varian also had an expression of disbelief. Thrall rubbed his chin, wondering what he was thinking, and Saurfang's roar was the first to sound out.

It was a roar of pride, proud of his son, and there is no greater gift of initiation than defeating a dragon.

After Saurfang, the whole hall burst into cheers. The Alliance tribes had reasons to be proud and cheered. Even the unsmiling Red Dragon Queen couldn't help standing up and applauding.

These mortals really relied on their own strength to defeat the dragon, and they deserve such praise.

Old Fording's voice also sounded at this moment, and there was obviously a little more joy in his voice. Obviously, the bad scene before made Old Fording a little worried.

"Good job! Warriors, you have proved yourself, and you are capable of winning in front of the dragon! This is the honor you deserve!"

"But it's not over...it's just the beginning!"

The voice of the old knight gradually weakened the cheers, "You have proved your courage, but it is not enough, you still need to prove your strength! Yes, it was a test of courage just now, and next, you have to face more powerful opponents."

"Now, go to rest, you will receive the best supplies in the whole of Azeroth and the treatment of the strongest priest, after 20 minutes, you will usher in your second trial!"

Dick made a "please" gesture to Old Velen next to him. The old priest nodded, leaning on his staff, followed Liadrin, and walked into the contestants' lounge from the side. Len will personally heal those contestants who have just been through the fight.

And how strong is the healing of this holy light priest who has lived for 20000 years?

As long as you still have a breath, you will be able to jump up and down very quickly... The most exaggerated thing is that in the game, during the third invasion of the Burning Legion, an entire elite army attacked the Exodar, and old Velen supported the Holy Light alone. The enchantment, which sheltered all the residents of the entire Exodar, insisted on holding on until the reinforcements arrived, and launched a counterattack with the reinforcements.

To be honest, Dick has always suspected that the holy energy of Old Velen probably reached the level of MAX as early as more than 10,000 years ago, and when it comes to protracted battles, it is estimated that no one in the entire Azeroth can compete with him. More importantly, until now, Dick still couldn't figure out what level Velen's strength had reached.

In short, it will definitely not be weaker than Mograine... Even, it is not impossible to go further. After all, he was already the ruler of Argus alongside Kil'jaeden ten thousand years ago. Even Archimonde , and once wanted to respectfully call Velen the "leader".

But old Velen is a holy priest after all, not good at fighting head-on, and this matter is not something Dick needs to consider now. He nodded to Heimdall who was bored beside him, and the latter's face under the helmet suddenly showed With an expression of interest, he moved his hands, turned and left the seat.

After 20 minutes, the entrance gate for the contestants opened, and all 25 people walked out of it. Velen's healing technique healed their bodies, the moonwell water from the night elves and the magic power from Quel'Thalas The tea nourished their spirits, and the mysterious incense sponsored by Mrs. Guo Ya from Pandaria swept away their fatigue.

The best in all aspects, the most important thing is that in the past 20 minutes, they have formalized the division of labor for this group, with Balon at the forefront still being the commander, Garrosh and Dranos leading the fighters , Maximilian and Marcus led the clergy, Sven led the assassins and druids, and Hemet II from Ironforge, that is, the dwarf hunter who broke through the dragon's scale armor twice, led remote careers.

Compared with the previous ones, this group already has its own core, but whether they can do it or not depends on whether they can pass the next test.

"This world is huge, and there are still many secrets that we haven't discovered! There are dark allies, but there are also companions on the light side. In order to make this test worthy of the name, we specially invited the most powerful among them."

Old Fording's high-pitched voice sounded in the hall, which also made the audience couldn't help being curious,

"In the past year, there has been an endless stream of topics about Heroic Spirits. Everyone is thinking about whether there is a place called the Hall of Heroes in this world, and where is the home of the bravest fighters. Now, take this opportunity to , I want to tell everyone, yes, there is a place in this world called the Hall of Valor!"

"The bravest warriors in the world will feast there, and there will be true eternal life! Glory!"

"Also, all the warriors who died in the Northern Expedition this time!"

Old Fording paused for a moment, glanced across the entire hall, and emphasized his tone, "All warriors will have the opportunity to enter there! Become a real heroic spirit!"

"Wow!"

The whole hall boiled up, and the eyes of the old knight and Dick met for a moment. This news was obviously inseparable from Dick, but no matter whether it was Odin, Dick, or even Old Fording, there was no reason to reject this news. proposal.

This is something that is beneficial to all three parties. More importantly, knowing that you will enter a real dream paradise after death, even if it is just a chance, will make the soldiers' fear of death much weaker.

This is a method, a method to boost morale, and next, it is time to show this method.

Old Fording waved his left hand down,

"Now, let us welcome the messenger from the Hall of Valor, the gatekeeper of Valarjar, the warrior of Odin, Heimdall! And the warrior from the Hall of Valor!"

"boom!"

As soon as the old knight finished speaking, a golden light shone into the center of the hall from the space directly above Wyrmrest Temple. It was the gate of the sky from Valarjar, and Heimdall had already been here in advance, so it was just It was a deceptive illusion, but even so, this cool way once again made the atmosphere of the scene even warmer.

This method is obviously more in line with ordinary people's fantasy about the Hall of Valor.

"Frankly, I don't think you can pass my test..."

As the golden light receded, a black teleportation rune appeared in the central hall. Heimdall stood at the very front, holding a golden storm sword in his hand. Golden anger lingered around his body, like The true light of God.

At this time, Heimdall was 4 meters tall, and the sword in his hand was even bigger than the tallest tauren among the contestants. This was the result of his shrinking body.

Behind him, there are four heroic warriors who are as tall as him, holding a sword shield, double swords, staff and magic wand, plus Heimdall's chopping sword, which happens to be the configuration of a standard team.

As the gatekeeper of the Hall of Valor, Heimdall would definitely not be able to use his real strength to fight against these young people, so he glanced at everyone, holding a long sword in his left hand, and gently swiping his right hand in the air, a golden horn appeared With it in his hands, his deep voice echoed throughout the hall.

"We have suppressed our strength to the same level as yours, and if you can take this horn from us, you will win!"

After finishing speaking, Heroic Spirit suddenly swung his sword to the left, the golden blade pierced through the air, and forced the elf assassin who was trying to get close to him out of the stealth in embarrassment. Then Heroic Spirit's voice came slowly,

"Of course, if you can steal it, you will win!"

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