Shadow Trails in Azeroth

Dai Lin rushed forward and was knocked down with a sword, but the Admiral was not one to give up easily, so he got up and met again, only to be knocked down again.

This time Dai Lin persisted a little longer.

Probably because he has activated his Iron Vrykul form, which is even more powerful when paired with the Shield of Aggramar, but it is still not enough when facing Frostmourne.

Frostmourne's "not good at melee combat" is compared with the "melee madman" like Apocalypse.

Under normal circumstances, Frostmourne forged by the Eternals of the Death World is definitely much more powerful than most of the magical weapons in this world.

Within a few minutes, Dai Lin's steel body was covered with gloomy scars. The erosion from the aura of death made him feel as if his body and soul were being frozen.

Without the protection of the Shield of Aggramar, the cantankerous Admiral would have been like the other wretches who followed him into battle.

The Wildhammer dwarf hero Kurdran Wildhammer and his heroic gryphon were cut down with a sword, and both were on the verge of death.

The battle ax in Danath Trollbane's hand shattered into pieces, almost turning into an ice sculpture.

Grand Duke Bolvar Fordragon and a dozen Storm Guards were lifted into the air by Lothar using "death restraints". Under the raging power of Frostmourne, not even the Holy Light could save him and his soldiers.

Only the Lightbringer Uther, who holds the holy object, the silent knight Dathrohan, and the Draenei garrison commander General Maraad, who holds the Immovable Seal, can defeat Lothar, who holds the magic sword. Unable to withstand the cruelty.

That magic sword kills like crazy!

Every time it neighs, it will stir up an ice storm that sweeps across all things. Every time it chops, it will bring the majesty of death that oppresses all living beings. It attacks the body, but it hurts the soul!

This alone is enough to make this extremely dark and artistic ice magic sword one of the most dangerous weapons in the world. And after she has a satisfactory sword holder, her power is almost complete. Multiply.

As the battle progressed, Lothar became more and more compatible with the magic sword in his hand. At the end of the fight, the rolling aura of death almost transformed Anduin Lothar into a walking "god of death."

When the ordinary soldiers who were trying to support him on the periphery of the battle glanced at Lothar, they would tremble all over and fall to their knees with their faces as gray as stone.

Just by looking at him, his soul will be harvested by the Death Demon Sword!

What's even more terrifying is that within a minute after falling to the ground, the dead will stand up again in another gloomy posture, slashing the weapons used for guarding and protection at the frightened compatriots around them.

In addition to the melee fighters fighting Lothar, the spellcasters were also trying their best to delay Lothar's rampage.

However, although the Lich King who was "crowned" today has not yet received his own "crown", he has already gained the most loyal followers and lieutenants.

Archmage Antonidas, who became a lich under the personal transformation of Frostmourne, used his own power to fight against all the spellcasters in front of him.

He unleashed the Lich's special skills such as Ice Meteor, Death and Decay, and Chain of Dominance one by one, and its power was much more powerful than the several Liches currently existing in Azeroth.

Just like an elite lich with a leader template.

But this is completely understandable.

Dean Elya Blue Moon, the old lich Merry Winterwind and even the new lich Kel'Thuzad all relied on their talents to resonate with the knowledge of death in the Shadow Realm to complete the ascension ceremony.

Their understanding of the knowledge of death is not complete, but the forger of Frostmourne is one of the Eternals in the world of death. It is said that it was the self-proclaimed "Master of War" who created the original death magic system.

When he forged Frostmourne, he poured his understanding and experience of necromancy and death magic into it.

Antonidas's transformation was therefore complete and complete.

He is a truly mature lich. With his current skills in death magic, even if he goes to the world of the dead, he can still win a Lich Baron in the ceremonial chamber of Maldraxxus, a country of death full of macho men. He can even win a Lich Baron. It's the title of earl.

"How awesome. Look at this terrifying Lich King in front of you. He was shaped by me."

Black, who was hiding in the shadows and watching the show, watched with absolute satisfaction as Lothar wore a death suit and knocked down these tyrannical warriors one by one.

Especially the scene where Lothar brutally tortured Dailin who repeatedly "sit-ups" made Blake fascinated.

He sat on the edge of the top of the North County Abbey house, holding a bottle of wine and a dwarf camera in his hand. He captured wonderful pictures from time to time, and planned to let the Uncrowned Ones spread these pictures so that the whole world could see the witches. The majesty of the Demon King.

"He was just venting his anger."

Xal'atath whispered in Black's ear:

"Anduin Lothar is angry about his dark resurrection, little master. He himself is not willing to accept this fate at all, just because you revealed all the threats in the future.

Just because he accepted his fate doesn't mean he likes his current situation.

When he threatened you with Frostmourne just now, the murderous intention was real. The Lich King you created personally wants to kill you, which is really bad news.

I think it would be better for you to stay in front of Lothar less in the future, lest you really get slashed by his sword.

With the help of Frostmourne, his strength is absolutely superior to that of mortals. "

"I know, I feel it, but I'm not afraid."

Blake took a sip of wine and said in a long voice:

"How much he hates me now, how much he will thank me in the future when the fateful war begins. Lothar is not someone who is truly resurrected from the dead and has no feelings.

His soul and his emotions were intact, but now they were suppressed to a calm state by the cold death.

He is still the same Anduin Lothar.

The only difference is that he no longer represents light and hope, he now represents darkness and destruction, nothing more. "

The pirate blinked and dropped his reconnaissance on Lothar, who was killing everyone below. Soon, target information was projected on the translucent character card in front of him:

Name: "The Lich King" Anduin Lothar

Race: Human/Undead [Death Chosen]

Occupation: Level 60 Warrior·Elite/Level 60 Death Knight·Elite/Level 60 Iron Horse Knight·Elite

Legendary profession: Level 12 Death Lord·Leader

Mythical Profession: Level 1 Lich King·Powerful Divine Power

Holds artifact: Frostmourne

Artifact characteristics: Rune Sword of Dominance·Forged by the Weapon Master·Psychic Enhancement·Power of the Devouring Abyss·Blessing of Blood

Status: Crowning of Death [Unfinished]

Character description:

The great human being Anduin Lothar has not yet become the complete Lich King. He still lacks a crown of death, which means that he seems to have the possibility of turning back after embarking on this dark road.

"They can actually save Lothar."

Black curled his lips and said to Xal'atas:

"Before the Helm of Command comes to Lothar, as long as we find the right way, we can actually forcibly disconnect Lothar and Frostmourne, although that will only get them a corpse.

However, in the eyes of some lunatics, Lothar may have lost his soul, but at least he was free. "

"Are there really such stupid people?"

Dark Essence complained:

"People here shouldn't be that crazy, right?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Mozuo people can do any crazy thing."

Blake shrugged, took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, and said:

"Okay, things here are almost done, and the 'farewell ceremony' of our dear Lich King and his loyal people and friends should also be over.

Let us bring His Majesty's ship over and take His Majesty to a good place. "

After saying that, the pirate jumped up from the spot, unfolded the bat wings of the Doom Guard in the shadow, and flapped into the sky. Among the clouds above the sky, only five of Gaboa's original seven spaceships were left. ship.

One ship was blown up by Dai Lin, and the other ship had a "control error."

The sailors on this old troll ship are all mummies, a type of undead.

It was also difficult for them to resist the call of Frostmourne. As a result, under Lothar's call, an unlucky ship hit the mountain wall of North County and exploded on the spot.

When the pirates landed on the deck of the Death, what they saw was the stinky pirate Gaboya with a gloomy and painful face. He was feeling extremely distressed for his loss.

However, Blake ignored him and walked to Maiev. The warden lady took off the black owl war helmet and hugged it in her arms, standing on the side of the ship and looking down.

The wind blew her long white hair, making this elf beauty look slightly sad.

"I witnessed the fall of a great soul, and I personally participated in it. This is not what a watcher should do. I felt very uncomfortable, even painful."

As Black approached, Maiev whispered:

"Is this your daily life? Blake, you don't seem to feel any discomfort or loss at all when you do such a thing. How do you bear the guilt?

Can you teach me something? "

"As long as I am heartless, no guilt can find me, because I tell myself that what I do is good, but fools can't understand it."

Blake put his arm around Ms. Warden's slender waist and said:

"Why did you put Dai Lin back so easily? You should at least cut off my hand to make me happy."

"Do I need to make you happy?"

Maiev glanced at the smelly pirate, stuffed the owl war helmet into his arms, and said:

"How old are you children? You still can't learn how to do your own thing? Another bad news for you is that your father has officially become Odin's chosen warrior.

It was probably the Lord of War's guilt for giving up Lothar's soul that made him give his blessing to Dai Lin in the battle just now. Your father is becoming more and more difficult to deal with.

He is growing rapidly, maybe because of your stimulation?

This sentiment is hard for me to understand. "

"Yes, he has that bad temper. He is always stubborn and unwilling to admit that his son is better than him. He tries his best to prove himself."

Blake picked up his pipe and said:

"Let him continue to work hard. How cute is the old man who doesn't want to admit defeat and works hard."

After speaking, the pirate turned back to look at Gaboa and said:

"Prepare to land, it's time for us to carry our Majesty to get down to business."

"What kind of monster did you create? He can sweep across this continent with one person and one sword. If you give him enough time, he can create an army of death that will flood the world.

Tell me, Blake.

Are you planning to use him to create an Azeroth where only the dead remain? "

Gaboa looked at the North County Monastery with some fear, which was completely surrounded by a terrifying number of undead. The scene made him, an old pirate who practiced voodoo, feel a little cold.

When it comes to their understanding of psychic art, the Zandalari trolls have always been good at it. They began making psychic mummies in ancient times more than 10,000 years ago.

But Gaboya, who is well-informed, has never seen so many undead gathering together.

The old troll admitted that he was terrified.

"Look at what you said!"

Black glared at Gaboa and said:

"What good will it do me to kill everyone? The life of the undead is too boring, with no enjoyment at all. I created the Lich King just to make this world more colorful.

By the way, I want to scare those boring old men in northern Xinjiang who only value the majesty of the king's authority and political interests.

You know, I originally planned to visit them in person, but I suddenly found that maybe it would be more useful to ask Marshal Lothar to have a "nuclear good talk" with them on my behalf.

Don't worry, Marshal Lothar is in no mood to get involved in the pirates' despicable struggle for power.

The endless sea, which is chaotic, full of wealth and vitality, is still our territory, it still needs to be controlled by us, and it still needs to become a ‘big bathtub’ for us to fight and fight.

Of course, you'd better not take the initiative to provoke him.

Marshal Lothar is a warrior.

As we all know, soldiers generally have bad tempers."

Gaboa curled his lips.

He didn't believe the nonsense Black told. This stinky pirate took the risk of offending the whole world to shape Lothar into the Lich King. The result he wanted was definitely not just a simple deterrent.

But the old troll also knew that no one could force Blake to say what he didn't want to say.

So he could only control his skyship and fall from a high altitude into the Beijun Valley, which was completely filled with undead. At this time, all the battles were over.

Lothar and his undead pressed the warriors of order into the holy light barrier held up by Velen and Faol, like the only shining island reef in a dark and cold ocean.

The undead did not attack again.

But as long as they think about it, maybe no one here today can get out alive.

The Death slowly landed among a group of undead. Gaboa and Black personally lowered the planks from the side of the ship, and three of Lothar's "Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse" walked onto the ship.

Yrel is commanding the iron horse knights who were awakened before and died in battle today and were resurrected.

Antonidas brought several talented Dalaran battle mage captains. Of course, they had also been killed and resurrected by the Lich himself.

His Majesty Llane Wrynn is rather picky.

He selected for himself a thirty-man Death Guard from his son's Storm Royal Guard, and also carefully selected several assassins from MI7's agents.

Except for these elite undead and the resurrected death knights, the remaining weak undead were "abandoned".

As everyone in the light barrier watched with fear, Lothar swung down the magic blade in his hand, and the undead who had been given cursed life in this battle all fell down.

Like an invisible sickle sweeping across the entire North County and the entire forest, the undead fell to the ground and returned to their resting posture, as if they had never been resurrected.

But everyone knows that as long as Lothar is willing, these dead people will be resurrected in the next moment to fight for him.

This miraculous scene silenced the entire valley.

"Go back and tell the kings and nobles."

Lothar carried Frostmourne, leaving everyone behind him with an indifferent background.

He strode towards the Death, using a hollow and cold voice as a final reminder of his farewell.

He said:

"I, Anduin Lothar, a dead man who makes them restless, a tyrant who fills them with fear, I give them a month to prepare, and then I will visit them.

I will visit them one after another until they become wise and rational.

The devil's war is coming, everyone, I just want to win! If you or anyone slows me down for any reason, then you

He's going to die!

That’s it for today.

Thanks to the Lich King for his mercy, I don’t have much left of that thing.”