Azeroth Trail of Light

Mac'Aree, this was once the largest and most prosperous city on Argus. It is said that before the dark day, tens of millions of Eredar lived here. It is here that Kil'jaeden and Velen ruled the entire thriving city. Argus world.

But this is also where the dark titan Sargeras landed on this world, and where Argus was first destroyed.

Not all Eredars were willing to give up their belief in the Holy Light. These minority chose to flee the moment Sargeras came with billowing darkness. They finally gathered in Mac'Aree City and opened the The Bulwark of the Light of this great city, the most powerful energy shield an eredar can craft.

No one knows if this thing can stop Sargeras, but other than that, they don't know how to fight the dark titan, and they don't know where to go. This is the worst, it's like trying to escape People in hell do not know that they are already in hell and cannot escape.

These ants who dared to reject Sargeras' dark gift did not anger the Dark Titan. They were as small as dust in the eyes of the Dark Titan. With just a wave of Sargeras' hand, the unimaginable energy washed away everything in Mac'Aree. Everything, together with the city and those who took refuge in it, became the ruins it is now, even torn from the earth and lifted into the air, becoming a lonely dead place, but also escaped. Afterwards, the catastrophe in the continent of Argus.

Sargeras created the largest cemetery of Argus to demonstrate his great power. Since then, no one dared to resist the Dark Titan. He successfully absorbed all the power of Argus and killed him.

Even the eredar people who have been transformed into demons will have emotions, anger, sorrow, and emotional ups and downs. They don't want to get close to this place full of eredar ghosts, those souls who were killed in the dark day Hovering over the city of Mac'Aree all day, they are unwilling to accept their fate.

During the 2W5 millennium, these evil spirits crazily attacked any existence that entered here. They were so insane that even the demons were unwilling to provoke them. Mac'Aree was chosen by the Legion for its unique terrain. It is the portal transition site, where 80% of the space transitions of the demons of Argus start. This is almost the most important area of ​​the demons of Argus except for the Antoran Wasteland. However, here It no longer belongs to the devil.

The story started 10 days ago.

No matter how bright and stalwart the race was before, after transforming into a demon, it is impossible to maintain its original form. Evil energy is the worst energy in this world. It is very powerful and will tear everything it touches. Will twist any creature that tries to control it for no reason, the eredar being a typical example.

"This is a world full of malice, and it is also a world full of death. Look here, my disciple, buried under the ruins are the best soldiers in this world. For you and me."

Uther stretched out his hand to wipe the ruined land of the Mac'Aree ruins, put the soil in his hand in front of his eyes, watched it slip away between his fingers, and casually looked at the dozen or so Ai who rushed towards him Reda warriors, with their crimson skin, deformed and twisted bodies, and long horns, look almost exactly the same as the demon guards. Their height is 3-4 meters, and Uther is like a dwarf compared to them.

But in the magical world, who is strong and who is weak is not just based on size. The Eternal One took down the buzzing Death Judgment from behind. This dark red bone sword is already impatient to make a massacre. But it was held in Uther's hand, the cold blue-black gauntlet held the hilt without the slightest tremor, in the warm sunshine of Mac'Aree, he breathed a sigh of relief, the white frost visible to the naked eye almost Everything in sight freezes.

"bass, bass"

There were two sword cries, and standing next to Uther, Mishhirsa Anel, who looked like a young man, pulled out the two long swords at his waist with his backhand. The colder frost almost condensed under the sunlight. In essence, like two white ice dragons, entwined around this young man in black armor and a crown of thorns.

"Give them to me, Master."

Anel took a step forward, his face was very much like someone in the past, with Howe's undisguised indifference and disgust shining, "Such bastards are really disgusting, this world is hopeless, they are worse than Their world surrendered earlier like a bunch of cowards."

It is a good thing that my disciples are fighting high. In this terrible world, even the senses of the undead are not very good. As a creature whose body is dead and exists in another form, when entering here, Wu Searle could feel a presence that no one else could.

The rage rippling in the air, rippling under the world, is like a wild beast that has already gone mad. It doesn't care who the opponent is. It just wants to pursue a crazy fight and loses all reason.

This world is not dead. But it has encountered something more terrible than death. Under the influence of this inexplicable existence, almost no creature in this hellish place is truly peaceful. Demons originate from the depths of the blood Their irascibility is only one reason, not even the main one, that makes them aggressive.

"If a mortal enters here, it may not take 3 days to completely go crazy."

Uther sighed with emotion, and then put the bone sword in his hand on the ground. The moment the blade touched the ground, white frost spread wildly around, even under the warm sunlight, there would be no After the slightest pause, those demons had rushed to a place less than 20 meters away from the master and apprentice, and they even raised the spears in their hands.

"Go!"

As if he didn't see the danger, the Eternal Dead closed his eyes and said in a deep voice,

"Follow your heart, Anel, and nothing is more important to the undead."

"boom"

The not-so-strong body of the death lord who had obtained the permission rushed out of Uther immediately, like a fired shell, and even caused an empty explosion. Although the former Lich King was only in this newborn There was a seed of power left in his soul, but under Uther's careful cultivation, the reborn Necromancer and the reborn Frostmourne in his hands had returned to their original brilliance.

Maybe not as domineering as before, but time, time belongs to him, and sooner or later he will become stronger, surpassing everything! This is the future leader of the Night Watchmen, this is the future of the undead!

Uther, who closed his eyes, didn't watch the battles of Anel's unnamed demons. He was like an old man with a wet dream, and whispered softly in a cold voice,

"Death doesn't get weak, it doesn't hide, it doesn't give you time to breathe"

"puff"

The ice-wrapped sharp blade of the reshaped Frostmourne left-handed sword grazed the neck of the eredar demon at the front, like a consolation between lovers, but where the blade touched, The thick ice cut its throat, as if it had its own life, it grew from the wound, quickly, and before the life escaped from the demon's body, it and the overwhelmed The demons were frozen together in an icicle.

Like a sculpture, a sculpture of ice.

"Death does not lose its purpose, it does not choose silence"

"Keng"

The two blades intersected, and around Anel's body, a white ice storm visible to the naked eye began to flow, freeze, and cover everything around, like the vast snowflakes on the land of Northrend, where Alsace died, and also The place where Anel was reborn.

The sword is like a swimming dragon, and under the blessing of the manipulator's icy will, the two ice dragons rushed to the left and right with their fangs and claws, turning the eredar demon that was trying to sneak attack into two thick ice blocks.

And the tall demon who tried his best to block Anel's double-bladed slash, a trace of fear flashed in its berserk eyes. How could this young human being like an ant be so powerful?

The devil's feet pierced the ground, it couldn't move, it could only watch helplessly as the first sparkle of ice bloomed, then moved quickly towards the sides, and finally spread to its arms, its body was frozen section by section The feeling is not good, but it can't help it, can't even whine.

"Death does not linger on the past, nor does it look forward to the future"

Anel's body strolled forward from the demon that was maintaining a resisting posture, leaving behind seven icicles that were completely frozen by the ice storm, in which the body of the eredar demon that tried to besiege it was frozen, without a trace Scars, but lost their lives in the rapid low temperature.

Behind him, the black cloak was scattered on the ground, but it was not stained with even the slightest stain. Wherever he went, thick ice spread on the ground like blooming flowers.

He holds two almost identical long swords in his left and right hands, which are slender and lighter than the previous Frostmourne, but the icy coldness and absolute control over death that are inherited in his bones have not changed much.

The 8 demons standing in front of him have already started to retreat. They are not brainless idiots. The current situation has proved that this guy is not easy to mess with, not to mention the old man behind him who is reciting poetry with his eyes closed.

That looks like a tough character.

And Uther's long poem about death is not over yet.

"That's the absolute justice of time, everything has death, that's a symbol!"

"boom"

The long sword in Anel's hand slammed down when he was far away from those demons. The sharp blade cut through the air, bringing up the ice storm wrapped around his body, roaring and rushing towards him in a life-giving posture. The opponent in front of him is like a curtain of ice, ice cones and ice storms, under the warm sunlight, it's like a blizzard falling from the sky.

Howling shock!

"You have to bow down to death!"

The storm around Anel has swelled to the extreme, and the howling ice blows thick snowflakes and swirls around him. Except for the difference in body posture, he is almost exactly the same as the former Lich King.

"You must sing of death!"

The life-like ice storm swept across everything in front of it, but wherever it went, those fleeing demons were already too late, and the contact was frozen.

"You have to incarnate death!"

Brilliant icicles formed again, and the demon's wailing broke the dead silence here, but it couldn't cover Uther's last voice.

Anel jumped up, and the last demon was like the most frightened chicken, turned and fled frantically, but Anel's body jumped into the air, and two bright dragon wings made of frost spread behind him. Well, under his immature appearance, there is a heart of a full-fledged hunter.

He looked at the fleeing demon, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. After reaching the highest point, his body fell quickly, like a preying eagle.

"Ultimately, you have to rise above death!"

"boom"

The heart of the last demon was pierced, and the icy flower shot out from the wound at the moment its heart was pierced, completely covering its tall body, and the purple howling soul entangled on the long sword, and was finally killed Greedily ate into the blade of the sword.

But at the same moment, in the center of the Mac'Aree ruins, four portals opened at the same time, and countless demons screamed from the dark green portal, which looked like a gap in hell. Roaring, they are eager to kill, eager to devour everything.

A tall female eredar demon was the first to step out of the portal. She was wearing heavy armor, her eyes gleamed with substantial fel flames, and she wore a helmet with a smear of fel energy on her head. The tip of the sharp long horn was like steel ignited by a dark green flame. She looked at Anel, the 15 icicles standing on the ground beside him, and the demons full of fear.

She shook her head, and finally set her sights on Uther in the distance. She reached out and pulled out a crimson war halberd from the rift in the void. The blade on the top of the war halberd was dark red and deep, like a fragment of the world generally.

She flicked her fingers, and three molten portals opened in the air. Behind her, there was a crazier breath, the breath of demon lords from the other three worlds. The dark bat wings opened, and then closed slightly.

"I'm Hasabel, the guardian of the legion's portal. You are very strong. But this is my territory, and even the Holy Light Legion dare not disturb me. So, are you ready to suffer?"

Uther opened his eyes, and he exhaled a pale, cold breath,

"This is your place?"

"No, this is the domain of the dead, this is the domain of death, and this is my domain!"

"boom"

At this moment, death is calling, it is dancing, and it is roaring. Under the ruins of Mac'Aree, the resentment that has been buried for 20,000 years has been given substance at this moment, they are laughing wildly, and they are neighing.

They can finally have their revenge!

Uh, the book friends in the group wrote a book, if I'm not mistaken, it should be "Chinese Warriors in World of Warcraft", er, it should be this book! Cherish every Warcraft fan, start with me! Come on, come on, come on~