Azeroth Trail of Light

As long as there is a first time for anything, the subsequent progress will not be so bad.

In fact, it is the same in battle. There is no hope. No matter how passionate and brave a soldier is, he will remain silent because of despair. Silence will give rise to thoughts that should not be there.

After the first scar appeared, the entire chaotic battlefield was like a haze pierced by the sun, and everyone involuntarily ran towards the hope that symbolized victory.

The noisy sharp blade, the gunpowder smoke when the gun fired, the buzzing sound when the sharp arrow left the string, this world suddenly became a real battlefield at this moment, and the flying murderous aura was as sharp as a knife, piercing people's skin with pain.

The battle cries of heroic spirits, the wounds of sword strikes, and the repelled and knocked down samurai, although there is no blood, are even more cruel.

The contestants paid the price of 7 people leaving the field. Under the obstruction of Heimdall and other heroic spirits, the heroic spirit priest was sent out of the battlefield, followed by the heroic spirit mage, heroic swordsman, and shield bearer. At 17 minutes, there were only 4 people left on the field, and Heimdall was still attacking with a sword.

Even under the same level of strength, a heroic spirit who will not get tired is an absolutely formidable opponent.

"boom"

Garrosh's battle ax and Heimdall's storm sword collided. At the moment the weapons hit, the dust on the ground rose under the momentum of the impact, and the feet of both sides were already stained red with blood. In a farther place, Hermet II, who had a broken leg, simply lay on the ground, the barrel of the shotgun in his hand was already red and hot, and the surrounding air was also distorted by the heat.

A good hunter shouldn't treat his weapon so roughly, but now is not the time to think about it.

Facing the 4-meter-high heroic spirit, the orc warrior looked like a child, but he gritted his teeth, unwilling to retreat in this wrestling. His body was covered with wounds, and the golden light danced on his body to heal those bleeding Heimdall's hard body also had traces of scars, and he wanted to believe that this was the imprint left on him by mortals.

"The will is commendable!"

There was a flash of light in the eyes under Heimdall's helmet. Facing his first appreciation, Garrosh didn't respond. With his legs, he pushed the long sword that was originally touching his neck, inch by inch. Pushing away from his side, like a warrior who is slowly lifting a mountain.

But the heroic spirit sneered, and the long sword in his hand was withdrawn abruptly, losing its focus. Although Garrosh immediately began to gather his strength, he still couldn't help but threw himself forward. Heimdall turned around delicately, He kicked Dranos flying from the side, and then exerted force with both feet, and the ground once again had an impact-shaped depression. The whole person, like a hunting beast, rushed from the sky to the last healer, Baron.

The pastor stood at the edge of the hall, not because he was afraid. After realizing how difficult Heimdall was, the pastor knew that he had to stay away from the center of the battle so as not to cause more trouble to the two orcs who were fighting fiercely.

At this time, the holy power in his body was almost exhausted. In the last period, he was almost the only one supporting the progress of the battle. In order to cope with Heimdall's surprise attack on Baron, the contestants had to leave the field for at least 3 People, but now, no one can protect him.

Facing Heimdall who was rushing towards him, Baron's reaction was very unique. He didn't use the holy power to protect himself, nor did he use the last holy power to attack. Instead, he leaned on the ivory staff in one hand and pointed the other hand at Heimdall in the air opens.

The golden chain-shaped light jumped in his palm, and the next moment, it disappeared into the air, and when it reappeared, it had landed on Heimdall's body precisely.

The golden anger on the gatekeeper's body was completely eliminated at this moment, like snow that had encountered sunlight.

Priest's high-level skills Dispel magic.

This skill is useless! Because at the activation speed of Heimdall's anger, even if it is dispelled, it will re-wrap the body again in less than a second, but at the second when the magic takes effect.

"boom!"

Hemet II's last bullet flew out of the barrel, and everyone on the viewing platform held their breath at this moment. This was probably the contestant's last chance!

As long as that bullet hits Heimdall's fatal spot, even as long as he is wounded, there is hope!

But that bullet didn't hit Heimdall's forehead or heart as people expected, and didn't even touch his body, just like this hunter, who has never been soft-handed, missed for the first time.

There was a sound of sighing from the entire hall, but the next moment, Dick and the rulers watching the battle stood up and applauded the blow collectively, as if it was an appointment.

At the same time, Heimdall's great storm sword was also attached to Baron's neck, and golden anger kept beating on the blade, but it could not be cut down yet.

"Fu's wonderful blow!"

The Gatekeeper of the Heroic Spirit drew back his long sword and leaned on it in front of him. On his belt, half of the belt that was interrupted by bullets floated down. Behind him, Garrosh, who supported his body with Blood Howl, raised himself from the ground. That golden horn, then raised high.

Hemet II's blow was not missed. This good hunter never forgot his mission. He always aimed at the horn that Heimdall hung on his waist.

It was a gamble, and luckily, they paid off.

"Roar!"

Unparalleled cheers erupted throughout the hall. Garrosh and Dranos ran up to Hemet II, who was leaning on his body with a disused shotgun, and lifted him high. At this moment, Racial boundaries and past animosities were completely forgotten. Although it may be only for a moment, it was enough for this hard-won victory.

Baron held the golden horn in both hands and handed it to Heimdall. The gatekeeper looked at the horn in his hand and shook his head.

"This is your trophy, take it, it will bring you eternal glory and invincible will! Hall of Valor, there is your place!"

After finishing speaking, the gatekeeper raised his left hand and waved towards Dick. The golden gate of light descended from the sky, just like when it appeared. After the light faded, Heimdall and the defeated heroic spirits disappeared into the In the middle of the hall, other exiting contestants also came in through the gate at this moment. There were bloodstains on their faces, and some guys twitched in pain.

But they still stood there proudly, greeted with cheers from the whole world.

After seeing the fighting power of the heroic spirits, no one thought that this victory was a fluke. This is definitely a more thrilling and exciting battle than the first dragon battle. No one doubts this.

And the entrance of the heroic spirit from Valagall made this contest even more a layer of mythical phantom. The more so, the more difficult it is for people to forget and ignore.

At this time, for the first time, mortals defeated the "gods", even if it was just a game.

"incredible!"

Old Fording stood up from his chair, and he looked at the contestants below with relief, "Unbelievable! Frankly speaking, at the beginning of this battle, I thought you were going to lose, but you turned the tide of the battle. When there are 4 people left, I think it is an honor for you to lose, after all, the opponent is not a mortal, but it is unbelievable that you finally snatched a victory from the gods."

"I take back my previous judgment, you are worthy of being the strongest young man in Azeroth."

"boom!"

Before Old Fording finished speaking, a loud noise interrupted his narration, and then the entire Wyrmrest Hall began to vibrate, as if being hit head-on by some kind of giant battering ram. The surrounding protective light curtains rose actively, but the next moment, black, jaw-dropping, and frightening black cracks continued to spread on the colorful light curtain.

"boom!"

There was another loud bang, and then there was the sound of glass shattering, followed by several howls that resounded through the sky, like the whimper of some kind of creature before its throat was cut.

The Red Dragon Queen's complexion changed, and she stood up suddenly. Behind her, the dragons who came to watch the battle were also preparing to take off, but the next moment, a third loud noise came from above everyone's heads, and she suddenly looked up, only to see two The giant dragon that fell from the sky, accompanied by the completely destroyed top platform, was bombarded by the cracked stones, and smashed into the hall of Wyrmrest Temple. They were two red dragons, but at this time, their mighty bodies had already There were wounds all over, and life could escape from their bodies quickly. The light of despair froze in their eyes, and the black and cold power wrapped around their bodies, so that they couldn't even utter a wail.

They are dying.

"Bone Dragon! Undead strike!"

Mograine's voice soared into the sky accompanied by thick holy light, but when he approached the top floor, he was firmly blocked by an ice-blue light curtain, and finally disappeared invisible.

"Crack!"

A piece of brick fell from the top of the temple. Dick raised his head and saw the gray, giant bone dragon head wrapped in a thick frost storm. It was far bigger than any bone dragon he had ever seen. , Just a head is bigger than a house, and the red light shining in the black eye sockets is frightening.

But what makes people feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts is the figure standing beside the bones, the dead king wearing a thick ice blue skeleton battle robe and holding a magic sword, that makes the whole of Azeroth surge Fear tide guy.

He wears the ice-blue helmet of dominion, the cold wind and falling snow are flying behind him, death is his name, and cruelty is his voice.

The swirling snowflakes fell from the sky and landed on his sword blade. The next moment, an ice-blue flame ignited on the sword body. Everyone's breathing seemed to be stagnant at this moment, because the actual fear was right there. Wrapped around everyone's body.

Beyond the Dragonbone Wilderness, on the vast white wilderness, the closed gate slowly opened in the crazy snowstorm, countless red rays of light gushed out from the opened gate of wrath, Angasa, and the shocking The terrified black knight rode on the lifeless skeletal warhorse, and the cursed weapon streaked across the sky.

The cold and evil lich floated in the sky, their godless eyes swept across the ice and snow wasteland in front of them, and breathed out a breath that contained darkness.

The frost dragons that covered the sky crossed the sky of Angaza, and the substantive twisted screams spread behind them, as well as those densely packed gargoyles that dazzled people at a glance, like black spots before the end of the world , occupying the sky of the entire wasteland.

The giant bone beast is pushing the natural disaster chariot, and every time it bombards, it will spread death and curse to the hastily responded coalition front. The destructive light of more than a dozen floating cities in the sky swept across the headspace of Fordragon Fortress and Warsong Fortress.

Death laughs wildly, fear dances, and everything barren is coming, that is the bell of the end of the world.

The natural disaster of the undead came out in full force, all because of the dark will in front of you.

Arthas, the Lich King!

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