Azeroth’s Death Track

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"War is delightful!"

Commanding the 500 high-level knights and 1500 subordinate knights, and the death lord of tens of thousands of undead infantry galloping on the battlefield, he rode on the black warhorse and pulled the war bow in full time, and in less than a second, before his eyes Trapped in the sea of ​​undead, the hard light shield of the paladin who was struggling hard was broken, and the moment the paladin sensed the threat, turning around, the dark knight swept past him,

The arc-shaped cold scimitar wiped his neck, his head flipped in the air, and finally landed on the battlefield stained with blood. The moment the vision of the Paladin dimmed, what he saw was A human position completely submerged by the rolling sea of ​​undead.

This is not the frontal battlefield of East Valley. In order to defend against the undead in the Twilight Forest, there is a human army stationed by the river in East Valley. While being attacked on the frontal battlefield, the flanking battlefield also ushered in its own opponent...Yosei Lnt. Firewing commander Orkington.

Serent is not a lord who likes to charge forward. Even after his death, he inherits the boneless nature of the ranger and likes to kill his opponents silently. His high-level knights have enough The subordinate knight of the wisdom commander charged. On the small battlefield by the river, the human position was surrounded by many times his own undead, and he could not persist for 30 minutes.

Especially after Serent personally carried out a successful assassination, when the human general who guarded here was cut off by his head, the morale of the human soldiers who fought in desperation fell down completely and collapsed completely.

Seeing the ruined soldiers fleeing in the ruins covered with frost and corpses, Serent tossed a **** head in his hand, and he wiped his war knife on the headless corpse. To the high-level knight behind him:

"Driving them to the frontal battlefield... We will come later, I hope that mankind is ready to be enemies."

The same thing happened on other flanking battlefields. Tyrion divided his death lords and their commanders and attacked the human position directly. In fact, only the two commanders commanded by Tyrion personally But even so, under the absolute quantitative advantage, the humans on the frontal battlefield are also playing very difficult.

Even if they only faced two war regiments, their opponents reached an astonishing 80,000 people...more than twice that of human beings, plus the Howler Legion in the sky, it means that humans want to fight To win this battle, every soldier must kill at least three undead, and this is almost impossible.

"Drink"

The Paladin Duke caught in the encirclement of the undead gritted his teeth, wielded his epee, and pushed Al in front of him. In the frontal collision between the Holy Light and death, every time the weapon struck, Al's arms were knocked out. The intense burn of the Holy Light, even if there is death energy, constantly repairing Al's body, but when facing the world's top Paladin, the high-level knight chief El is still at a disadvantage.

In the knight hedge just now, the death knights achieved a victory in the face of losing the speed of the human knight, but soon, the scattered human knight began to flexibly decentralize the battle, and in the face of the Paladin's light attack, The 1,000 subordinate knights brought by Al also quickly suffered casualties. The infantry of the human position had started a melee battle with the undead who had been washed away. The steel structure such as a steam tank also rushed into the position of the undead.

The battle began to scorch. The roar of humans and the silence of the undead formed a sharp contrast. The boundary between life and death was never as obvious as this war expressed. It was like a line that differentiated the two, outlining the intertwined teeth. hell.

"boom"

The skeleton horse of the Ayr Knight was directly cleansed by the light trial of the Duke of Boval. In the ashes, the sword of the Duke of the Paladin, who was pursuing the pursuit, chopped down the surrounding undead, and then waved a punch, with a dominant attitude, ruthless Slashed **** the black knight horn helmet of El Knight, and flew the helmet out, revealing Al's thin and dead face.

The face was covered with ugly scratches, and it looked like a clumsy stick figure for children, but this face, Bervar knew!

"You! I know you!"

The Duke of Paladin shouted loudly:

"Joe Ayre! Bishop Chaldean says you are dead! In the assassination of a cultist! You... how come you are here?"

"Ha ha"

The muscles on the face of El Knight were horrified. He clenched the black rune sword in his hands. He said awkwardly:

"Then I guess, he certainly didn't tell you..."

"what?"

The Duke frowned and asked, the next moment, a cold light gleamed on the knight of the Al knight, and the sharp sword fell sharply towards the paladin. The latter's body flew back and escaped this. Attack, but the horses under his hips were not so lucky.

"Wipe"

In the sound of the torn armor, the neck of Bohr's favorite warhorse was cut with a terrible scar. In the blood freeze and the wail of the warhorse, the knight's indifferent voice also passed into the ear of the Duke.

"You...will die here!"

"boom"

The paladin, who was overturned by the fallen warhorse, rolled on the ground twice, avoiding Al's brutal attack, and Boval stood up and looked at the lost horse, a flash of anger flashed in his eyes. The flames, between the beating of the holy light, the golden wings appeared behind the paladin, the scorching holy light wrapped around his epee, like a wave of fire.

"You! Joe, I will purify your ugly soul!"

"boom"

In the extreme anger of the Paladin, those subordinates who were close to him were ignited silently, and his long sword was swayed, and Al raised the sword to block it, blocking the blade, but failed to block the screaming light. The fire, the flame ignited the body of the Al knight, which represented the purest fire of the Holy Light. The counterattack of death energy in the body of the Al knight failed to extinguish it, but it made it burn more intensely.

"Ugly soul! This is what you deserve!"

Looking at the death knight who was struggling in the flames of the Holy Light, Bowar clenched his epee and stepped forward, wanting to completely free the soul in front of him, but at this time, the low and strange horse bell passed through The noisy battlefield came into Bowar's ear, and he raised his head subconsciously, and saw the dense square of undead in front of him slowly "split", and a slender figure came towards him.

"You, you can't kill him!"

The icy voice sounded on the battlefield, like a verdict:

"For me and my career, every high-level knight is precious."

At the same time as this sound sounded, the Paladin Duke stepped forward deafly, raised his epee, and chopped towards the burning body of the El Knight. Obviously, he was unwilling to accept the guidance of this sound, but it was At this moment, the icy frost rolled abruptly beside the paladin, and in Bowar's eyes wrapped in the light, he even saw a flake of snowflakes falling from his eyes.

"boom"

The paladin's eyes were black. It was like a frontal collision with a siege car. The whole person fell out towards the rear. His wrists were sore, like blood and flesh were torn.

His body flipped in the air for several weeks, and finally hit the undead infantry behind him, hitting several undead in succession, and then fell to the ground, the Paladin gasped, he looked up and saw the strange The slender figure put his hand armor on the shoulder of the burning Ayr knight. The burning flame of light licked desperately, but could not ignite on that figure.

In the venting of his power, the surrounding battlefield ground was frozen by fast, dark red fine lightning flashed on him. Soon, the fire of the Holy Light that ignited the body of the Al knight was forcibly extinguished, just like being Like Mars thrown into ice water.

"I said, you, you can't kill him!"

The Al knight who was rescued on the edge of purification was half kneeling on the ground. The body of this high-level knight was severely damaged by the Holy Light. He may need some time to recover.

It was only at this time that Duke Boval clearly saw the figure involved in the battle, and just when he appeared on the battlefield, the calm undead seemed to be infused with some kind of stimulant and became crazy. The tide of undead that had been blocked from the position of the dead began to roll forward crazily. The gray eyes of the undead infantry had turned into strange dark red. During their more and more offensive offensive, the human position was extremely compressed.

And the origin that caused all the trouble, at this time standing in front of the Duke of Boval, the surrounding unrest, the roaring undead infantry crossed the two, but none of them dared to step into the battlefield of their king and opponent, In this sea of ​​undead restarted surging forward, a blank area appeared strangely.

Tyrion today rarely wears his own armor. It is an armor made of the source steel used by the Death Wings to fix the body. It is a new armor that was completed by the high-level knight Thorison. The whole body is dark, covered with neat lines, and the carvings of skulls are inscribed on the armor, and the sturdy combat boots are flanked by artistic thorns, which is Tyrion's favorite plant.

This armor is full of masculinity, and the carved dragon shoulders stand on Tyrion’s shoulders, looking like a awakened death behemoth, and the scarlet cloak wafts behind the King of Dark Blades. The frost that is getting colder and colder on the ground extends upwards, just like the grand appearance of the King of the Undead.

Instead of wearing a helmet, he carried a quaint, blue ring of steel, which looked like a spiked crown, and at this time, he looked at the vigilant Paladin with ice blue eyes, Between the swings of his wrists, the crescent-shaped magic blade made a longing buzz in the sound of armor collision.

Obviously, Tian Qi glanced at this soul before his eyes, it liked him!

"Bouval Futagan."

Tyrion said in a calm voice: "You will become my most trusted knight. The dark power you possess will subvert the entire human empire for me. There is no doubt that I have seen that future."

"Come on!"

The Duke of the Paladin turned back slightly. Behind him, the paladins who were still resisted were completely surrounded. Under the order of Tyrion, the high-level knights mixed in the undead infantry began their own hunting. There are also the raven assassins who fell silently from the sky, all of which declared the destruction of the Knights of the Storm Kingdom.

On the battlefield at this time, black has become the only hue. Bovar can see that the undead suddenly rushed from the forests on both sides made the human position unprepared, just like the reef stuck in the dark tide water. Even the road that finally broke through was completely blocked.

From the beginning...these undead were to wipe them out...

"In the epic poems sung by human beings, those heroes, no matter when, can throw their fists firmly! Shatter the desperation of self and others... Bring hope to the people."

Tyrion walked forward slowly with the apocalypse, and his ice-blue eyes sparkled with doubt:

"But I'm even more curious about what method you can use to defeat me in such a desperate situation.

"It's easy!"

The Duke of Berval knew that he could not have any support, but in this desperate situation, he burst out with a spirit of heroism. He wiped his heart and hung a cold ring in the armor. The little beautiful thing brought him endless courage and faith of protection at this moment.

The Holy Light as the source of power seems to have heard such an anthem of courage, it burns more intensely on Bowar's body, making the Paladin Duke look like a mortal angel of light. .

"Kill you! Kill you here!"

Bolvar waved his epee, and the blood-stained ground shattered under his feet. In his roar, the Holy Light lit a dazzling light curtain behind him.

"Kill you here, everything will... end!"

"boom"

With a sword of endless courage and determination, he slashed at Tyrion's neck fiercely. The death knight shook his head. In the scorching offensive, he held the blade of the apocalypse with both hands. In the Ming, the huge death energy in the body poured out at this moment, and the wanton dance of darkness was like the night that suddenly came, covering the entire battlefield of light.

The soldiers desperately fighting in the sea of ​​undead raised their heads, and they saw the looming darkness of their claws and claws behind Tirion, the dark red halo entangled like a dark giant strangling out all hope At the moment when the power of light and darkness collided, everyone couldn't help closing their eyes.

The stinging caused their souls to sway, and some weak soldiers lost their breath even in the darkness...

The fire of light in the darkness was stubbornly shining, the collision of weapons, the scream of the Duke sounded like thunder on the battlefield, but the inspiring light was swallowed by the darkness little by little, he desperately Rebellion, but the darkness around it is like a cobweb that is tighter and tighter, until the last moment, when the fire of the Holy Light is compressed to the extreme.

The darkness suddenly dissipated and the light shone again on the battlefield, but the blood of the warrior had become cold.

The Duke with his hair spread, holding on to his long sword, tried not to fall. There were terrible wounds on his chest and abdomen. The dark red light continued to wrap around the wound, preventing the Holy Light from healing it.

The Duke, unwilling to admit defeat, looked breathlessly at the King of Dark Blades in front of him. The latter was as calm as when he debuted. He reached out to pat the flame of the light on his wrist. He tilted his head and looked at the teared eyes. In the armor, the Duke of the Paladin who was soaked in death, he reached up and picked up the blasphemous seal hanging on his chest. He whispered:

"Let you try in vain to pursue impossible dreams, and there is nothing more cruel than this."

"Bouval Futagan, today and here, I, Tyrion. Dawnblade, give you real... relief."

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