Azeroth Trail of Light

The weather-beaten Wyrmrest Temple suffered today what may be the worst damage ever seen.

The combination of Alsace and Sindragosa almost easily destroyed the dragon's defense, and completely destroyed the top floor of Wyrmrest Temple. The originally gorgeous roofless platform was completely corroded by the dark energy and became A ruin.

A few pillars stood alone among the ruins of bricks and stones, the snow was falling hard, the cold wind blowing into the hall from the damage on the top, and the ray of light from the sky made all of this extremely sad.

This doesn't mean that Dragon's Rest Temple is not strong enough. In fact, after withstanding the full attack of a demigod, it can still maintain the current situation, which is enough to show that the building is stable.

The thunder light passed through the hole on the top floor and landed in the hall of the temple. When it landed, the paladin's pace was a little unsteady. The scar on his chest was slowly healing, but the act of turning into lightning made it crack again, but What flowed out was no longer blood, but streaks of blue electric light, which looked extremely frightening.

Dick ignored the blue-purple energy escaping from his chest. He walked quickly to Liadrin, who was a little confused, and asked in a low voice,

"what happened?"

The high elves grabbed Dick's shoulders, and there were still traces of battle on her armor. Arthas brought not only the high-end combat power of the Scourge, but also the death knights and liches who broke into the door. A premeditated beheading operation.

What's more obvious is that it failed. Facing the contestants of Azeroth who had just finished repairing, as well as those giant dragons who came to watch the game, and the high-level leaders of the alliance and tribes, it can only be said that Alsace miscalculated. The death knights and Lich elite who came here were almost wiped out.

"Anna was injured, not seriously, but she was in a trance and passed out after returning to the hall."

Liadrin leaned against Dick, looking worriedly at the unconscious mage lady. Velen leaned on the staff himself, and the holy light floating in his left hand danced back and forth beside the mage lady. The paladin saw Jaina's face Unable to hide the pain and despair on his face, he couldn't help turning his head to Luo Ning who was standing aside.

But even Dick was taken aback when he saw the current situation of the leader of Dalaran, Jaina's brother.

The mage lady was only unconscious and her arms were burned, but Luo Ning seemed to have just escaped from the battlefield, the luxurious magic robe was torn into several pieces by the powerful magic power, and he sat there in a state of embarrassment, He was wearing a red cloak, which should have been given to him by Varian.

The archmage's originally neatly combed hair has now become a mess like a chicken coop, with traces of being ravaged by flames and frost. The worst thing is his left hand, which was obviously killed by Velen. He had been treated urgently, but he could still see several tragic scars on his arms with deep visible bones, and his face was scorched black by the flames.

But what is more serious is his spirit, the whole person is sluggish, his eyes are out of focus, and his expression is not like that of a wise and noble archmage at all. Dick sat beside him and asked in a low voice,

"what's going on?"

This sound seemed to wake up Luo Ning, and his eyes came alive again, but the next moment, anger, hatred, and sadness began to surge in them.

"Alsace, that bastard!"

Luo Ning gritted his teeth and cursed, his hands clenched tightly, and veins burst into his fists.

"He resurrected. He resurrected the mentor! He desecrated the old man's soul!"

Dick's eyes widened at this moment, and the pipe in his hand dropped to the ground.

"Master Antonidas?!"

Dick's expression became indescribable at this moment, he almost immediately understood the reason why Jaina fainted, in the eyes of the young lady, Antonidas was like her other father, Dick's mouth moved He moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he picked up the black wooden pipe again from the ground, stared at it for a moment, all his thoughts turned into a sigh,

“This is really, really bad”

Half a minute later, Velen's slightly closed eyes opened. He scanned the crowd and finally met Dick's eyes.

"It's not too bad. Ms. Jaina's spirit has been severely impacted. It may take a period of cultivation. During this period, don't let her participate in the battle."

"Um"

The paladin nodded. He looked around. There were only some wounded who were injured in the raid just now. Almost none of the intact soldiers were here. He turned his gaze to Liadrin.

"What about the rest?"

"They are on the Angasa battlefield, and the undead launched a general attack!"

The high elf lady retrieved her long sword from the chair, her tone was full of solemnity and heavyness, "Fordragon Fortress and Warsong Fortress failed to survive the first ten minutes, more than 1,500 warriors died on the spot."

"Take care of Anna and these wounded!"

Dick reached out to stop Liadrin's long sword that was about to be slung behind his back, and shook his head at her, "Wait for us to come back!"

After finishing speaking, the paladin looked at Velen, with some kind of firmness and killing intent shining in his eyes,

"Master, do you want to go to the battlefield with me and protect the world together?"

With a wave of Velen's left hand, a soft holy light melted into Ronin's body, and the holy pattern on his forehead was also shining brightly. The stubborn old man Delaney snorted.

"Although I am old, I am not so good-tempered that I can swallow my anger when I am bullied."

Dick nodded. He looked up at the shattered sky above his head. His body turned into thunder and dissipated on the spot. Ronin also stood up with his body strong, and said to Velen,

"Master, I will send you to the battlefield!"

On the other side, Angasa, this frozen wasteland that occupies one-fifth of Dragonbone Wilderness, has been completely covered by black turbidity at this moment. Looking down from the sky, it is densely packed with red and blue light Point, that is the fire of the undead, just one glance, the number makes people dizzy.

Like a river gushing out of a dam named Angasa, flowing freely and freely on the Dragonbone Wilderness, the two fortresses near the gate of Angasa, the fortresses that took a lot of effort to make, are like floods. Like the sand tower, it was completely washed away after being blocked for less than a moment. The river was blocked by the coalition defense line, but it still tried its best to flow further away.

This is the natural disaster of the undead. Wherever they go, there is a desperate barrenness.

Like some kind of ominous omen, the sky in Dragonbone Wilderness also became dark, and the cold wind howled and blew, like the sharpest steel knife, piercing around the soldiers who were still holding on, and there was silence on one side. The undead, they will not cry, they will not roar, they will not cry when they are cut down, this is the most silent army, like a silent lake, which can drown everything along the way.

The soldiers at the forefront leaned against the thick temporary city wall built by the coalition forces. It was a low wall, three people high, without seal carvings of magic patterns. The only advantage was that it was strong enough. The ice from Dragonbone Wilderness was still on the wall. It was covered with a layer of frost, which made it impossible for the lowest walkers to climb, but it was nothing to the more agile ghouls and skeleton warriors.

These soldiers are the real elites of all races. They stand in front of each line of defense, and with the weapons in their hands, they mercilessly pierce the ghouls that climb up the line of defense, and kill them before they bite the first person. Cut it into pieces, or throw it directly, and tall soldiers manipulated a large wooden barrel filled with fireballs, and used a small trebuchet to throw the wooden barrel into the sky.

The sharpshooters or musketeers will shoot the wooden barrel to explode the moment it is about to fall to the ground, and the scorching flames will scatter on the land, and at least dozens of walking corpses will be burned to death every time. , and the archers holding war bows no longer open their bows at will. Facing the crowded and dense formation of the undead, they don't even need to aim, but now, the situation on the battlefield requires them to do more important things.

The low-level commanders who sniped and killed the undead, only in this way can these damned dead fall into temporary chaos, and can create opportunities for the knights galloping in front of the low wall to break the enemy.

But how many undead are there?

tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Or a few million?

When the number of opponents exceeds a certain limit, it is almost meaningless for intelligent creatures. The soldiers on the front line deliberately do not even look at the distant land. The scene of the dark undead natural disasters rushing around will make them completely lose the courage to fight.

The mages gathered together, chanting super-large combination spells, which often have very strong mass destruction effects, and beside them, the engineering artillery of the gnomes roared, and these clever little people used the field clear With better shotgun shells, every shell that falls into the battlefield can completely clear an area and blast the hard frozen soil. This continuous shelling makes the whole ground beating continuously, and the burning The gunpowder smoke made this battlefield dominated by death even more like hell.

But still the same sentence, how many undead are there? Endless!

The roar of the giant dragon tore through the tranquility of the sky. Their powerful breath plowed the ground again and again. In the dark tide, they drew out piece after piece of no man's land. The scorching or corrosive dragon's breath cut the entire battlefield into pieces. This terrible lethality once effectively prevented the undead natural disaster from advancing, and even helped the legion on the ground to continuously extend the line of defense.

But after the dense gargoyles and the huge number of bone dragons lifted off in the sky, the situation of the giant dragon became more difficult.

They are powerful, their power is unshakable, the only problem is that their number is too small.

"Silver Hand! Charge!"

Eligor held up the silver long sword in his hand, and the golden holy light enveloped him and the paladins behind him. The low-level undead could not approach them at all, and they would be burned. These paladins were like sharp swords, Piercing from the connection between the defense line and the line of defense, they cut through the sea of ​​undead that is constantly moving forward, and the military army following them is responsible for destroying these undead.

On the other side of the battlefield, the orcs also adopted the same method, but they were even crazier. Under the powerful crushing of the Tauren Kodo cavalry, any undead army that was close to the defense line would be squeezed back to the center of the battlefield. Garrosh rode on his war wolf, roaring and rushed towards the commanding death knight in front of him. When he got close to that guy, the young orc jumped up from the war wolf, and the blood howl in his hands swung in the air. There was a dark blood-colored light.

When the light faded, the death knight's headless corpse hit the ground, and his head was thrown far away by the orc.

"follow me!"

Garrosh shouted behind him, and continued to charge forward on the wolf. His trial was interrupted. It doesn't matter, there is still his battlefield and his war here.

But the moment Garrosh killed the second death knight, a deep shadow fell behind him from the sky, the orc suddenly raised his head, and saw the black tower floating in the sky above his head. Natural disaster floating city, exactly the same hideous quadrangular fortress as Naxxramas, and decorated with green skulls.

The magic circle below the floating city is flashing rapidly, obviously, it has found its target, and in the next moment, it will lean towards Garrosh and cast a deadly magic.

The orc warrior felt the threat of death at this moment, and Dranos on the other side roared and rushed towards Garrosh. He couldn't just watch his brother die here, but the next moment.

"boom"

The dark green thick energy pierced the sky like a sharp sword of death.