Azeroth’s Death Track

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The two Cavaliers of the Undead War Corps have entered every district of Lordaeron from the sky. They are looking for a transport array to transport civilians and fight with the defenders in the city. The entire once prosperous city was killed in this group The soldiers armed with steel appeared so fragile in front of them. Fortunately, three quarters of the civilians in Lordaeron have been transferred to Kul Tiras, but the remaining ones may not be so lucky.

The whole city is in chaos, but compared to the crisis of Lordaeron’s court at this time, the chaos in this city is not a big deal.

Although there was only one death lord who attacked the court of Lordaeron, the chaos and war he set off was more terrifying than other knights combined. Warlock Saurfang, in the dark blade of the military system, since the mysterious Thai Ryan. The most powerful lord of the blade of dawn, death is indescribable to Saurfang’s favor, and only Ariel, who was a voter of the Holy Light, can be in contact with the entire dark blade. compared to.

But if measured in terms of combat power only, the slightly immature Yrel is not at all an opponent of Saurfang. This orc was a top-level warrior during his lifetime. After his death, his amazing fighting talent has not left. He left.

In the square in front of the palace at this time, the frost spreading frost has made most of the square crystal clear. The sea monster who was reborn in the shape of an undead also has the ability to control water, and she has been rushed by. The guards besieged, but the ghost body made her almost ignore the swords cut by the soldiers. On the contrary, every time she waved the trident, more water flow was dissimilated into ice thorns.

Wherever the ghost siren of the death lord's summon goes, those brave but weak soldiers will be pierced by ice bursts from the ground, or even more terrifying, directly frozen in deadly ice.

Just as Yrel, who was resurrected by Tyrion, inherited part of the power of Tyrion, the ghost sea monster recruited by Saurfang also inherited part of the power of the death lord, which made the already skilled martial arts sea The demon became more terrifying, her long tail snaked forward on the ground, two arms dancing around the heavy silver trident, and the powerful force allowed the body of any enemy that touched the weapon to be torn apart.

The remaining four arms were waving weapons picked up from the ground, swords, shields, and even staff. In the sharp hiss of the ghost sea monster, the swords fluttered and the frost was splashing. She was easily alone. Has withstood the reinforcements of the entire court. Of course, after the priest and paladin of Holy Light joined the battlefield, her ghost body also suffered from burns.

However, if you use a non-normal way to grade, Saurfang's death servant, this ghost sea monster, can be regarded as an SSR-level summon.

"The Holy Light... Sanctions you!"

In the deepest part of the frost-covered battlefield, the knight Uther had **** wounds on his hands. The brute force of the death lord was too strong in front of him, and his combat skills were not fancy. The means of going straight with this amazing brute force, Uther, who had been playing for a while, had to enter a defensive state.

The knight used a warhammer to block Saurfang's battle axe. He waved his hand, and a scorching sacred light gathered in the air like a warhammer, hitting Saurfang's head from behind, but the death lord Just as if feeling, before the light hammer smashed, he turned around, and with his left hand wrapped in dark red death energy, he accurately caught the shining light hammer.

"This is the light you believe in?"

Saurfang smiled. In the big knight's eyes, the Holy Light, which was enough to sanction all, converged, and a strange scream of energy annihilated between the ten fingers of the death knight, a light burst on the surface of the light hammer. The fissure of the silk was finally pinched into a scattered light plume between the closing of Saurfang's fingers and exploded completely in the air.

At the moment when Saurfang turned around, the Grand Knight waved a fist, and the Holy Light was scattered in his hand. As a sun-like blow, it hit the Saurfang's chest fiercely, and the death lord was tall. The body pushed back several steps.

"Wow"

The stone at the foot of Saurfang exploded, forcing his body to stop and retreat. He raised his head, and his blue eyes stared at Uther, who was waiting for him. He reached out and patted the clear burning on his chest. Fist prints, a strange smile hung on the death lord's face.

"But nothing more..."

"Crazy!"

The knight can't stand his believing belief that he was defeated in the face of death. The burning holy light gathered behind him into bright wings. Those lights were wrapped around the knight's armor. The entity makes the big knight look like the angel of light coming to the earth.

But at the moment when he waved the warhammer and hit Saurfang, the body of the death lord also had a dark red halo, and the two were like violent beasts, slammed together, directly and directly The deadly attack splashed the hottest sparks in the swing of the weapon, the collision of the two energies, and easily torn the surrounding buildings, the gorgeous columns, the smooth mirror stones under the feet, the flags, the royal family The signs of are torn apart like fragile paper in the storm of energy.

This scene even made the surrounding soldiers who besieged the ghost sea monsters couldn't help but look back, they looked at the two groups of figures wrapped in different halos, the collision of weapons, fists, legs, and even the head, it was like They are two beasts trapped in their cages. Now they are fighting, and no one will stop until one side pierces their fangs into the blood vessels of the other side.

"The palace! It's about to collapse! Run!"

A knight cried out loudly. At the moment when the soldiers around the palace escaped in all directions, this most iconic palace in the Lordaeron city was mad by two powerful men in a burst of painful moans. The aftermath of the battle spread, and in the muffled sound of the sky and earth, an entire huge palace began to collapse inward.

This is already a force that ordinary warriors can't think about. That's the terrible lethal power that the powerful who control the power can enter the room.

"boom"

The warhammer in Uther’s hands was severed from the center by a screaming tomahawk. The body of the Grand Knight stumbled back in the falling rubble. He rolled on the ground with difficulty, avoiding a falling boulder, and he stood up , Squeezing the broken weapon, in front of him, Saurfang’s armor was also melted by the Holy Light, but the death lord just rushed forward without saying a word. When he looked up to see Uther, Saru Farr's eyes narrowed.

In the dusty palace ruins, the death lord took a deep breath, a huge and real pale dragon skull flashed over his head, Uther felt the gathering of death energy, he jumped suddenly To the other side.

"Wow"

A miniature frost bone dragon phantom rushed forward from behind Saurfang, and before the Paladin completely avoided it, the ice raid that was enough to freeze everything, frozen Uther's small body in half. Between the ruins.

"Click"

The frozen ice was shattered, but Uther turned around and saw a fist that was zooming in front of him.

"boom"

The knight's body was recoiled by this straight punch, Saurfang dropped the battle axe, threw it like a gladiator, kicked a kick, kicked Uther to the ground, and then rode on the holy On the knight, Saurfang's heavy punch fell like a roaring siege hammer.

"boom"

"Your power is not pure! You didn't understand it at all!"

"boom"

"Narrow faith binds your talent!"

"boom"

"You could have become stronger!"

"boom"

"You failed it!"

"boom"

The whole earth shuddered in the mad fist of the death lord, and Uther, the knight who was attacked by his bare hands, was still struggling at first, but after two or three punches, his light shield that protected his body became shaken. A few seconds later, the knight's rebellious fists fell into the ruins weakly, and the light above his body, under the attack, became shaky like a candlelight.

"boom"

Just as the fatal punch of Saurfang like a mad beast was about to fall, a cold war hammer screamed into his head, and the death lord waved a punch without turning his head back. The incoming Warhammer smashed into the air, and when it landed, the Warhammer had been divided into four pieces by the force of cold death.

"Monster! Charge me!"

A shout rang behind Saurfang. The weird accent stopped the fist raised by the death lord in the air. He slowly turned his head and saw two fully armed young orcs holding a battle axe in their hands, standing In the square not far behind him.

Garrosh and Dranosh held their arms nervously, and they saw a panoramic view of how the monster had defeated the great knight Uther head-on, but the orc's innate courage prevented them from sitting and watching Uther just killed. Killed, and at the moment when the death lord with the horned helmet turned back, the moment he saw the cold eyes, the two young orcs shivered at the same time.

"Oh, who do I think..."

Saurfang stood up and threw the dying Uther to the side. He behaved indifferently, like a real ruthless undead, but the trembling left hand behind him and the shining light in the ice-blue eyes represented The thought of this dead lord is not calm.

"It turns out that the two hands and feet are soft, running to fill the hero's little boy..."

He saw Dranosh... he recognized the identity of this young orc at a glance, the face with 7 points similar to him, the gesture of holding a weapon, all proved who he was.

Dranosh Saurfang...that's his son! The only thing he stayed in this world...but at this moment, the father and son met in a way that no one could imagine.

"Get out! Get out of this inevitable city..."

"I only warn once!"

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"Kneel!"

King Terenas's calm and icy voice echoed in the King's Hall. Suddenly he heard the voice, and there was a puzzling flash in Prince Alsace's eyes. He stepped forward and said to his father:

"Follow me, Father! We have no time..."

"I said! Kneel! Arthas Menethil!"

The king's scepter was slammed on the ground, and a deep noise was heard. Seeing the serious light in his father's eyes, the prince gritted his teeth and knelt on one knee on the ground. Behind him, the hooded Jaina Proudmoore Miss looked at the scene in front of her, she suddenly seemed to understand something, she bit her lip and took a step back slowly.

"My son, on the day you were born, the entire forest of Lordaeron was meditating on your name."

The old king looked at the cold and heavy hand in his hand, but it represented the scepter of the king's identity and power. He took a deep breath and lifted the scepter on Alsace's shoulder. His deep and slow voice Echoing, the guards around them also realized that they were watching an extremely important scene, and they all straightened their waists.

"My child, I proudly watch you grow up every day and become the embodiment of justice."

"You have to remember that we have always ruled this country with strength and wisdom, and I also believe that you will use your strong power cautiously."

The atmosphere of the King’s Hall became very dignified at this moment, and with the opening of the side door, Alsace’s sister, the little girl Jia Lia. Menethil, who rarely showed her head, walked into the King’s Hall with an ancient crown. There was a trace of sadness on her face, and at the same time, like her father, she looked at her grown-up brother with pride in her eyes.

"In this war, we are losing ground, but the real victory, my son, the real victory, in any case, can inspire your people's inner fighting spirit."

"father!"

Arthas raised his head to say something, but was stopped by the old king's harsh eyes. He looked at his son, stretched out his hand, took the crown from the king's hand, and slowly put it on his son's Overhead.

"The reason why I tell you this is because I have made up my mind that my child, my life, my reign, my failure, will reach the end today, and you..."

"Alsace Menethil, you will be crowned king today!"

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