Azeroth’s Death Track

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Tyrion never thought of putting the battlefield where the war ended in Northrend, on the land of the Dragonblight.

This is not a good battlefield. The climate is cold here. It is full of thousands of years of snow. No one knows what is under the snow, and there are many fierce mammoths and theirs on this plain. The kobold followers, of course, the most important thing is the Longmian Temple that stands in the center of the dragon bone wilderness, the base and holy place of the five-color dragon army.

Although they are not afraid of dragons, it is undoubtedly unwise to fight with them at their home field, and according to the information received by Tyrion, the red dragon queen who has been "yin" once by him seems to be at this time. The Longmian Temple is recuperating, and in the absence of the fighting treasure of the dragon-the dragon soul, it is not a pleasant thing to face the mad mother dragon with thick skin and flesh.

He came to Northrend on this trip with important things to do. To teach that the adventurous human king was just going to do it. Seeing the arrival of Alsace’s reinforcements, the Lord of Blades knew that the scene should come. It's time to end.

He promised Lothar to give the human empire time to recuperate, so he would not destroy his promise at this time. Similarly, the test for the war fighters has ended. Although it is regrettable, but now Alsace, There is indeed no ability to wield this sword of empire.

He is too young.

But before leaving the field, the lord did not mind having a good time with these "recoverers"...

The great sergeant Marrad and the nerubian priest Kirix are the two most powerful people in this pedestrian. Compared to the nerubian priest who is better at spiritual level combat, the big sergeant has become the little one. The main attacker of the team's position, and only the sacred shield draped over his body, can protect his body from erosion in the cold storms set off by Tyrion.

When Marrad and the great demon Tyrion are in a melee fight, the other members are standing on the periphery, supporting the great sergeant with endless spells. The soldiers who come here have a good hand. The technique of long-range attack, when facing the Lord of Dark Blade who opened the frost field, is still not without counterattack.

"Elemental! Listen to me!"

Thrall, wearing the iconic bone armor of the orc shaman, lifted the warhammer in his hand and merged his will with the power of the elements lingering around. At the next moment, a dazzling thunder and lightning flashed from the sky, and the dark clouds entangled in the sky Below, the dazzling white light set off Thrall like the coming of Thor.

He seemed to be trapped in a layer of thunderlight armor all around him. In Thrall's shouts, the warhammer in his hand was like a wave of power, and he pointed hard to the outside guard who was blocked by the big sergeant. Lord Tyraion.

"Uh"

The lightning trident that jumped like a silver tree spark in the air pierced the air, brought a burning odor, and smashed the lethal power on the dark green light shield outside the body of the Lord, the thick layer of heavy The anti-magic shield was hit by this, but it only left a slight invisible ripple on the surface, which could not even prevent the action of Tyraine.

And beside Thrall, under the protection of Tauren Bain, armed with heavy weapons and heavy shields, apprentice shadow hunter Vol'jin was squatting on the ground, drawing a special voodoo circle with a set of simple and small totems. Behind Jin, faintly, one can see the distorted shadows flashing away, like some kind of powerful ghost, observing the battlefield in front of him through the vision of Wo Jin.

"Interfere with him! Thrall, contain him!"

Woking's shout echoed in the air:

"Soon! Immediately... give me a few more minutes!"

Outside the battlefield between the Grand Vindicator and Tyraine, Archmage Modra held a black magic wand. Between her fingers flicking, a bright starlight flew out of the magic wand, because Tyraine would move around. The ghosts of the death energy that constantly breed in the air "erased" cleanly. Behind her, Jaina and a draenei priest were half kneeling on the ground, nervously treating Alsace, who was seriously injured.

"Don't scare me, Assas, don't sleep, open your eyes! Look at me! Bastard, look at me!"

Jaina hugged the young king who was weak in breath. At her call, the light in Arthas' eyes was dimming. This is a bad sign, but in the treatment of the reticent draenei priest, young The king's scarred body is still recovering a little bit, but it is only able to withstand the endless desperation.

"Anna! Stand up!"

The archmage Modra, who was wielding his wand to kill the growing ghost, shouted:

"Now is not the time for the children to love! The warriors on the battlefield need your strength! Hurry!"

And just at the moment when the Archmage's voice fell, the balance of the frontal battlefield was also broken at this moment.

"boom"

The dark shadow of the Ashbringer was beating, and the big sergeant wielding the warhammer was like being in a storm of swords and swords. The bright sacred shield wrapped around his body became dim after a few minutes. As if it could be broken at any time, this made Marard more and more frightened. The sacred shield was the ultimate defense of the draenei garrison against the light. On the battlefield, it can even face the skyrocketing resistance of the demon. Blaze, but it is such a powerful defense, but still can't stop the supreme blade of the Lord of Dark Blades.

In the world of Draenor, Marald had dealt with the leader of the Dark Blade Legion. Although he was also very powerful at the time, he was not invincible, and now, just a few years, Tyreon's strength has swelled to a frightening level, and the big sergeant played very hard.

This is also the case when the Nerubian Demolitionist keeps using mental power to hinder Tyraine's actions.

"Seriously, it makes me a little bored."

"Let us enter the second stage."

The monstrous sword shadow suddenly disappeared at this moment, and the figure of Tyrion was cut off with a sword. The sacred shield around Marrad shattered, and between the dim light plumes, Tyrion’s other A fist hit the shoulders of Marrad with the power of a dragon. The solid armor dotted with purple gems seemed to be frozen by the ice in an instant, and then in less than one tenth of a second. Explode like debris.

The body of the grand sergeant stumbled back, and he was thinking about what Tyrion called the "second stage".

At the next moment, in the different light shining through the eyes of Lord Darkblade, the ashes messenger in his hands suddenly shook back, and then in the deep voice of Tyrion, he pierced the frozen soil under his feet.

"Warriors of Frozen Waste! In the name of Dark Blade... Stand up!"

"boom"

The huge black energy like a waterfall was crushed by Tyrion’s will and slammed into the earth at the feet of everyone. This glacier shivered in such a huge collision, and in the sound of ice burst, Those ghosts who were buried here in the past tens of thousands of years were awakened, and were captured by the huge and majestic soul of Tyraion in an instant.

"Click"

Behind the team that came to rescue Alsace, among the falling snow, a huge mammoth with only white bones roared and climbed out of the glacier. Its bones were covered with ice icicles. After losing flesh and blood, this skeleton becomes more infiltrating, and after being injected with death energy, it becomes more dangerous than when alive.

"Wow"

The bone mammoth lifted the elephant-like front hooves in a silent roar, and hit the back of the unprepared human soldier in front of him. Between the collapse of the ground at the foot, the two soldiers with muskets waved their hands and wanted to catch The companion's rescue arm, but within a few centimeters, in a desperate scream, fell into the suffocating cold darkness under the glacier.

Between the increasingly chaotic winds and snows, the awakened ghosts of Vyku took their footsteps and rushed into a chaotic position with a stiff and heavy pace. The warriors of all races struggled against this sudden risk. The monster that came out, this is a place of suffering outside of civilization, where everything is rare, but the dead body is everything.

The bones buried under the glacier were awakened one by one, their number was growing rapidly, and what was even more desperate was the collapse of the glacier behind him at the moment when Tyrion pulled out his black epee In between, a huge frost bone dragon composed of white bones also crawled out of his tomb, and the dark eyes without blood flesh were staring at the people on the battlefield, a light ignited between the eyes The blue soul fire is even more creepy.

It screamed in the sky, and the weathered bones no longer had the ability to make a sound, but the breath of the terrible monster was thrown, and in its roar, Tyrion's long gray hair was blown.

"Wokin!"

Tauren Bain carried heavy firearms and madly dumped storm-like bullets on the bone-bone mammoth body in front of him. Thrall also raised his warhammer and shield, with a gladiator-like attitude and several The head Viku undead launched a struggle, the orc shaman waved his shield and smashed between the bones of the boneless undead in front of him, he shouted without looking back:

"Done yet?"

Behind him, the troll Wojin inserted the last totem between the cumbersome voodoo circles at his feet, but before the troll started the circle, a cold air rose behind him, and the light The cold armor lightly resting on the troll's shoulder.

"Walking, can you tell me, what are you doing?"

Tyrion entered Woking’s ears with a trace of laughter, and the troll’s body stiffened at this moment. He knew who was behind him, and obviously needed only one thought to activate the voodoo spell under his feet. He could reverse the situation instantly, but he couldn't.

"Om"

At the moment when Tyraine’s long sword was about to pierce Wojin’s body from the back, the suddenly increased spiritual force web “sticked” to the body of the High Lord from all directions, and the voice of the demon priest demolitionist also Sounded in Woking's heart.

"Start it!"

Woking gritted his teeth and slammed a wacky box of incense onto the ground, while Tyrion, whose attack was forcibly stalled, turned his head and looked at the spider in a black priest robe standing in the snow.

At this moment, the eyes of Lord Darkblade had become strangely pure black.

"I'm starting to hate you, nosy spiderman!"

The collision of the two souls caused a substantial energy wave in the wind and snow, and threw the heavy snow in the sky to the sky, and the spider demon priest who had been in spiritual contact for the first time screamed. This mysterious The guy didn't have the calmness before, he used his sharp forelegs to cover the compound eyes on his head, and between the staggering back, Thrall could even see the green splashing on the silver-white compound eyes of the spider demon Blood.

It was as if its eyes were crushed by the invisible giant.

However, the desperator's desperate desperation ushered in new hope for the deadly battle. When the strange incense in Vol'jin's hands came into contact with the complex and mysterious voodoo circle, a golden-red mist seemed to tear the space, Like the sky, it enveloped everyone except Woking.

"clang"

Tyrion’s long sword fell again, and at this moment Bainsha was standing in front of Vol'jin, but the sharp ashen messenger failed to cut Bain's skin to kill his death. On the contrary, At the moment when Jian Feng and Tauren's golden-red skin collided, the sound of steel symphony sounded.

"Tastingo! Come on! Invincible guys, you are strengthened by voodoo! Loa is protecting you!"

Woking beats the mysterious and ancient war dance in the small circle there. In his funny and weird movements, the golden red light shining on the surface of everyone's body is more dazzling, and after confirming this golden red light Shining can make people invulnerable, in the invincible situation, just a moment, everyone rushed towards the direction of Tyraine.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang"

The ash messenger in Tyrion’s hands waved again and again, and the sound of steel collision resounded on the battlefield between the violent sword shadows, and he could cut off all the blades just now, but even the arms of the most ordinary human soldiers Unable to break.

It seems that as Woking said, these fighters strengthened by voodoo spells have truly entered the state of "defending invincibility".

"interesting..."

Seeing that he was about to be surrounded by the soldiers wrapped in golden and red light, Tyrion's eyes flashed coldly, his figure disappeared suddenly like a flash, and when he reappeared, he rushed to the ground like a black disease Maintain the cast of Woking.

Everyone present was protected by voodoo spells, but only Woking did not...so he was the breakthrough point.

"You protect companions with life... who will protect you?"

Tyrion's deep voice rang in Woking's ears, and the troll's dancing dance dance stagnated at this moment, but soon jumped again.

"Loah will protect their believers..."

"Your Loa, they can't even protect themselves!"

The voice broke out, the sword was cut off, and in Terion's cold eyes, Wo Jin in front of him seemed to have become a dead man, however...

"clang"

There was a muffled sound, and the blade of the Ashbringer was carried in the air by a blue light, less than an inch away from Wojin's head, and the hair above the troll's head seemed to be cut by the invisible blade. In the same way, they all flew in the air.

The light of the flashing spell dispersed, and in front of Tyrion, Arthas, supported by Jaina, grabbed the blade of the Ashbringer with his left hand shining with golden red light, and his free right hand waved upwards. In the counterattack, the young king gritted his teeth, compressing the last Holy Light in his body to the extreme.

At the moment he waved his hand, justice buzzed, the Holy Light...sheathed.

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