Azeroth Trail of Light

Cirvanas, who has been working with bows and arrows since she was a child, is already very familiar with the sound of flying arrows. When the dark arrow flew towards her, General Ranger stood up without thinking. , with both hands on the ground, the whole person stood upside down and rushed forward.

Behind her, the dark arrow pierced into the ground like a dragon, and the dark power attached to the arrow exploded, and the sound of the explosion blasted the nearest Cirvanas straight away. However, just as General Ranger was adjusting his posture in the air, the roar of the chain pierced the sky again, and the dragon hook accurately swept Cirvanas' waist, bringing her back to the direction where Dick was standing.

The moment Ranger General landed on the ground, he subconsciously raised his bow to fight back. Dick's left hand immediately placed on her shoulder, pulling Cirvanas' body backward.

"Hurry up and sail the boat! Leave this place to us!"

General Ranger glanced back at Dick who was silently looking forward. Her plump lips moved, but in the end she turned around and ran towards the hidden dock behind.

"You...you be careful! Lor'themar's sword skills are as superb as his shooting skills."

Dick didn't answer, he took a step forward, and swept the warhammer in his hand to the ghouls who were pounced on the line of defense. It quickly closed again, and at the moment the book closed, a halo-like holy light shot up from him.

The light formed a fist-like golden illusion on top of Dick's head, and stronger power was poured into Dick's body. This was the first blessing spell he mastered - Blessing of Power!

The moment the blessing spell was completed, Dick's strength and agility increased by one-fifth, and the war hammer he swung became stronger and more powerful.

But he didn't rush out blindly, he knew what was the most important thing now. Although he felt extremely sorry for Lor'themar Theron, who had been transformed into a death knight by Alsace.

The change of fate managed by Dick finally showed its power at this moment. Cirvanas was rescued, and the future Banshee Queen had disappeared, but the inertia of history was still strong, and the other one was not weak. The guy who belonged to Sylvanas died at the hands of Arthas.

Lor'themar Theron, the ranger lord with whom Dick had a fling, became the first casualty in the path of Dick's destiny, his future, and that of Quel'Thalas with whom he was closely related. The future no longer exists.

"Whoosh!"

The second dark arrow struck again, and the hairs all over Dick's body stood on end. He was not as agile as Cirvanas, so facing Lor'themar's merciless killing arrow, he could only Difficult to block the broad hammer face of the Flame of Justice in front of him.

The arrow dissipated in the golden flame ignited by the flame of justice, but the huge impact attached to the arrow almost caused Dick to perform a backflip in the air.

When he fell to the ground in embarrassment, Dick's hands were numb, as if he had hit a mammoth head-on. Unlike Sylvanas' cunning and precision, Lor'themar's shooting skills , is more inclined to pure strength and penetration. If Sylvanas' threat comes from her agility, then Lor'themar, without a doubt, is strength!

And after being given a second dark life by Frostmourne, the power of darkness permeated Lor'themar's black skeleton armor, making his already excellent strength even higher, and his agility , being able to become a ranger lord must not be underestimated.

This is an even tougher opponent than Cirvanas!

His strength made Dick feel desperate. Before he turned over from the ground and stood up, the second arrow of death had already taken the paladins around Dick into the air, and landed on Dick's side. Looking at the almost blasted head of the paladin, Dick's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

"Ahh! I'm going to kill you!"

He grabbed the warhammer and rushed towards Lor'themar with the holy power. The blazing holy light formed a road of ashes behind him. No undead dared to approach him, but on the line of his charge, his face was dry and cold. Lor'themar still unhurriedly opened his bow and arrow.

When Dick's warhammer swung close to him, the number of paladins who died under his constantly buzzing black rose war bow had reached five.

The battlefield at this moment has been dominated by Lor'themar alone!

"Stop! Stop! Stop! You bastard!"

Dick's eyes were red, and he smashed the holy hammer at Lor'themar frantically. The dark ranger pursed his lips, as if he was teasing a child, his body flashed to the left, and the hammer fell against his body. Dick turned, and Lor'themar's left foot had landed on his stomach.

With a strength of 400 points, this heavy blow directly broke Dick's armor, kicked him out, rolled on the ground for several weeks, and smashed a ghoul that couldn't dodge into the ground.

The energy on Dick's data panel was almost like an avalanche, and it fell to the bottom in an instant.

But Dick gritted his teeth, ignored his completely unconscious abdomen, and rushed towards the Dark Ranger again dragging his warhammer. Lor'themar tilted his head to look at the crazy Dick, put the Black Rose Warbow back behind his back, and backhanded Holding the pitch-black phoenix epee on his back, at the moment Dick rushed over, the black epee flashed a cruel light, and it was about to cut Dick in half.

However, the moment before its sharp edge fell on top of Dick's head, it was blocked by a thin barrier of holy light. Lor'themar's blood-red eyes froze, and then he saw Dick's blood-stained face showing grinning.

"Holy...shock!"

"boom!"

At such a short distance, facing Dick's raised hand and the beam of holy light that almost pressed against his forehead, he was as strong as Lor'themar, and there was no time to dodge. The number of times was still too small. If it was Alsace, he would not have given Dick a chance to get close at all in the first strike.

Although Uther's sacred barrier was easily pierced by Frostmourne, not every servant of death has a chaotic magic weapon like Frostmourne, so facing the short-lived and invincible sacred barrier, facing Dick Lor'themar had no choice but to grit his teeth and survive this blow.

The holy power of the whole body and the power of order in the left hand were all bet on this blow by Dick. This was the first time since the holy shock was developed by Dick, it was compressed to the real extreme, and it was ejected from the palm of his hand. Yes, it is not a beam of light at all, but a small ball of holy light that is constantly rotating.

The ball was slammed into Lor'themar's face by Dick in a slam dunk posture. The next moment, he was kicked hard by Lor'themar and kicked on the surface of the sacred barrier. It flew out, and when it landed, it was picked up by the 4 paladins who remained on the front line. The 3 carried Dick who was about to faint, and fled towards the rear pier without saying a word.

The remaining paladin, holding the holy water bag in his hand, ran and threw it in all directions. Every time the holy water landed, it would cause terrible burning damage to the undead who pounced on it. Saturation" attack, the 5 people finally got rid of those chasing soldiers temporarily.

Another reason why they were able to escape so smoothly was that Lor'themar, who was in charge of the ambush, was almost completely covered in a highly compressed holy light ball under Dick's desperate blow. Clean, even though this injury is not even a skin trauma to him, the burning of his eyes still made him feel pain, that kind of holy light and death energy collided violently near the brain, bringing Mind-burning pain.

At this moment, Lor'themar, covering his face and trembling all over, didn't even care about directing those low-level undead to surround him, and just gave the order based on his feeling.

"Rush up! Kill them!"

The low-level undead will completely obey the command of the high-level undead, but Lor'themar's order itself is only a general direction, so at this moment, all the ghouls and skeleton warriors rushed towards the fleeing paladin, there was no On the contrary, the rules and order made the orderly undead confused.

The moment they turned the corner, Cirvanas, who had already summoned the magic ship, half-kneeled on the ground, waiting for their arrival.

"Multiple arrows!"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Another area, stained with stinking blood and death.

The elven paladins and priests, who had long neglected their dignity, carried the seriously injured Dick into the magic ship that left first, and the other paladins also drove the horses and the ship. The four boats were not the small wooden boats Dick had imagined. In fact, these were five boats that would be used to transport soldiers on the river bank in times of crisis, so they were quite large.

These ships are usually hidden in the enchantment at the bottom of the river by the elves with magic. They can only be summoned when they come here with a special magic seal, and this seal is only held by Cirvanas. , This is also the reason why Lor'themar knew that there were ships here, but he had no way to destroy them, so he could only lay out heavy ambushes.

But when the third boat departed from the river bank, the life-threatening buzz sounded again. It was the same multiple arrows, this time flying towards the three departing boats. Several paladins were overturned on board, and each ship had priests sitting in command. Their lives should be preserved.

Cirvanas looked solemn, and the ranger general took a deep breath, put an arrow on the bowstring, with only a few concentration points remaining, he agitated, and a "Chimera Bite" pierced the air, with a terrifying The whistling sound disappeared into the dark night.

A few seconds later, Lor'themar's tall body appeared in front of Cirvanas. To his surprise, he was holding the shattered arrow in his palm. At that moment, a stiff smile appeared on Lor'themar's face. With a flick of his hand, the sharp arrow that shattered into three pieces was thrown on the ground in front of Cirvanas.

"Lor'themar...you..."

Cirvanas stood up, her face changed drastically, expressions of anger, unwillingness, shame and guilt kept rolling in her eyes, and finally, this proud Ranger General, still spit out these three words. Character.

"sorry…"

"No, you don't need to say sorry, Cirvanas...General! Our attempt to confront the master is the most stupid act in itself. I offended him, but he mercifully forgave me!"

Lor'themar spoke for the first time since the start of the battle. He took off the black rose war bow he carried on his back with his backhand, and took out an arrow made entirely of white bones from the quiver he was about to carry. arrow,

"I feel very good now! Master has given me stronger power. See, I won't be suppressed by you anymore. Come on, Cirvanas, come and see, now, who is stronger!"

Cirvanas also took out the last arrow from her quiver. Her arms had become numb from shooting arrows in the middle of the night, but facing her former subordinates and friends, knowing that she might not have a chance of winning, But she still intends to give it her best shot.

Two Quel'Thalas, and even the most powerful archers in the entire world of Azeroth, are finally about to start a real confrontation on this ruined ruins!

But accidents always happen, and just after both of them stretched their bowstrings, a white shadow staggered between them.

Liadrin...high priest...Lor'themar's former lover.

"Enough...Lor'themar, how could you, how could you become like this...Enough!"

Liadrin's tears covered her beautiful face. She looked at her former partner, former lover, current rival, and current mortal enemy with tears in her eyes. She opened her arms and stood in front of Cirvanas. , His face was full of firmness and hope.

"Lor'themar, don't hurt the compatriots you once desperately protected! That demon has distorted your will, don't work for him, don't be confused by him! Lor'themar, wake up!"

"Liadrin, get out of the way, the Lor'themar Theron you are familiar with is dead, standing in front of you is a monster changed by darkness! Get out of the way!"

Cirvanas' anxious voice rang in Liadrin's ears, but the high priest stood firm in front of her friend while trembling.

"If you want to kill her, kill me first!"

Facing Liadrin, Lor'themar's expression finally changed slightly. His eyes shrank rapidly, and a struggling look appeared in the blood-red eyes. Liadrin saw this scene, and she ignited hope , but in the end the changing eyes were still fixed on indifference.

"Liadrin, my former lover... you want to protect your friend, then... please go... die!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

The arrow of darkness pierced through the body of the high-ranking priest and brought her into the air. The Chimera's Bite also hit the chest of Lor'themar Theron who was stunned where he was, knocking his body back and rolling into the darkness .

Cirvanas immediately dropped the bow, jumped high, caught Liadrin who was carried into the air by the arrow, held her in her arms, and then quickly jumped to the last ship that had left. in the magic boat on the shore.

She put Liadrin on the boat deck, and several priests quickly injected holy light into her body, but Liadrin couldn't feel the screams, death, pain, shaking, all of these, the light in her eyes Hope has crumbled, leaving nothing but gloom...

Lor'themar's arrow didn't kill her, but it completely left a part of her soul in the dark ruins forever.

When the boat disappeared into the river, a tall figure appeared from the darkness. He looked at the boat going away with neither sadness nor joy in his eyes. In the end, he sighed, turned around, bid farewell to the last light, and entered the world forever. In the dark darkness.