Azeroth Trail of Light

Dick doesn’t know how strong Kel’Thuzad is, but he knows that it is absolutely impossible to be stronger than Zakaz in his heyday. It is a big OSS that can be made by the Titans and the Guardian is just facing, so he has not yet become a lich Kel'Thuzad, even Zachaz in a weak state, is enough for him to drink a pot.

Sure enough, Kel'Thuzad, who was intoxicated by the dark power of Saratas-the blade of the dark empire, was awakened instantly when Dick brought the one-man-high epee onto the ground.

But before he had the time to fully activate the imprint on the back of Dick’s hand, he saw Dick lying on the ground, looking at him expressionlessly. The left hand with the imprint of the natural disaster was already placed on the one that was tapped by him. Below the blue-red Gang sword.

"Huh!"

The sword light flashed and the blood flowed, Dick snorted, grabbed the hilt and staggered and ran towards Jaina. The latter had already thrown off the forbidden chains on his wrists and the shackles on his feet, and grabbed Di. K ran out of the cave.

The left hand that was cut off by the sharp Scamdor, the moment it fell on the ground, it turned into a thick bone.

But Dick's cut seemed reckless, but it really cut a way for himself and Jaina to escape.

Without scruples, Jaina, who had been resting well for the past two days, could naturally rely on sufficient mana to take Dick to escape, and Kel'Thuzad still had a faint fright in his heart at this time, and Dick showed it along the way. He's calm, is he really only going to escape?

But right now Kel'Thuzad was unable to stop Dick and Jaina, because Zakaz had already violently attacked him.

This is one of the strongest servants of the ancient gods. Even if it is sealed and weakened for 22,000 years, it relies on its own strength and is not something that mortals can deal with. The sorcery originated from the ancient gods. , Kel'Thuzad was a little helpless, and Saratas in his hand also began to whisper strangely, which has been affecting Kel'Thuzad's spellcasting.

Under the combination of the two, from the first sight, Kel'Thuzad, who was arrogant and arrogant, was completely suppressed by Zachaz, who was 10 meters tall, for the first time in a frontal battle.

The crypt has been filled with the dark tides set off by Zakaz, and the mixed magic of Kel'Thuzad. After Jaina ran out with Dick, she saw the death knights and skeleton warriors, still with the faceless guardian Persia Fighting, the two fugitives ignored the battlefield at all.

But just when Jaina was about to run out of the temple’s range, Dikla, who was weak because of the loss of blood, stayed in her. Dick is now very reluctant to run, although Jaina tore off the precious magic scroll and threw it away. He is a healing technique, but the healing technique sealed in the scroll is just like a joke to the real priests, so it just barely stops the bleeding.

"Go to the temple on the left!"

Dick's attitude is very firm

"But your injury!"

Jaina looked at Dick worriedly, who gritted her teeth and squeezed a word through her teeth.

"Go to the left! There is something to deal with Kel'Thuzad!"

When Jaina heard this, she immediately changed her direction. She almost went all the way with Dick on her back. If it hadn’t been for the young lady who had grown a lot when she was captured this time, she had seen Dick’s work to save her. The sacrifice, otherwise it would be unimaginable for the eldest lady to be so close to a man.

At this time, I should also thank Kel'Thuzad for opening the imprint of natural disasters when he entered the temple. The slow death on the way caused Dick’s weight to drop by at least a quarter, otherwise the lady might not be able to carry it. Move him.

When Dick was talking before, he had been ignorant about the structure of the temple. This was actually a disguise. Kel'Thuzad didn't know what was buried in this side temple, otherwise he would rather not have the blade of the dark empire. Will choose to completely destroy this place.

As mentioned earlier, Tyr chose to detonate his body in this place, destroying the servants of the ancient gods except Zakaz, but in fact Tyr was not completely broken to pieces. After the big explosion, the guardian who came We found two things left by him.

The first is his weapon, the Warhammer of the Silver Hand, which contains the power of order, and is also one of the three artifacts of the knight profession in the game.

The second item is also called "Silver Hand", but this is not a weapon.

In the decisive battle between the King of Five Colored Dragons and Galakrond, the ancestor dragon king, Tyr, who played as a helper, was bitten off by Galakrond. Therefore, he forged himself a fist made of silver.

This is also the origin of the name of Lordaeron’s top force-the Knights of the Silver Hand, but the creator of the Paladin profession, Archbishop Alonthos Faor may not have thought that the two real silver hands actually still exist in In this world.

Those are also the last two relics of Tyre.

At the beginning, Tyre was known as the King of Order. Although his power and holy light are not the same, both have the ability to destroy undead creatures as natural enemies, and there is also a "self-destruct" mechanism in the side hall. It can instantly destroy all the buildings in this temple and bury everything in this deep lake bottom.

In this world, only Dick, and the guardians in the secret realm of Northrend Titan Ulduar, who have been completely corroded by the ancient **** "Thousand Throat Demon" Yogg-Saron, know the secret of this temple. .

This is also the reason why Dick chose to tell Kel'Thuzad about the location of the artifact. He is sure of 6 points and can kill Kel'Thuzad here. Although he will reincarnate in the form of a lich in a year, he is at least here. In one year, Kel'Thuzad could no longer threaten the lives of Dick and Jaina.

Jaina hurriedly carried Dick to the hall of the Partial Hall. It was not dim. On the contrary, right above the hall, an ugly "chandelier" was emitting a faint pale yellow light. The Partial Hall was already near. No one has arrived for thousands of years, so all things have been cast a shadow over time.

However, after Jaina was exposed to the pale yellow light, her flustered heart suddenly became quiet.

Even the seriously injured Dick, in the light yellow light, enjoyed the peace from the bottom of his heart, and the pain of the flesh was suppressed at this moment.

The power of order! The power that is completely opposite to chaos, compared to the neutral energy of the Holy Light, which can even be used by the determined undead, the power of order is more lethal to the unordered creatures of the undead!

Under the yellow light of the side hall, a stone statue holding a warhammer stood upright there. This is the image of Tyre.

But Dick had no time to pay attention to the stone statue at this time. He knelt on the ground with difficulty, raised the extremely sharp Scamdor with one hand, and stabbed under the stone statue forcefully.

"Dig! This is the Cloth Tomb. Get the Silver Hand, and then take away the warhammer. This temple will destroy itself. Kel'Thuzad can't get rid of it. This is our only chance to get rid of his entanglement!"

As soon as Dick finished speaking, there was a loud noise outside the Partial Hall. Jaina was taken aback. She ran to the entrance of the Partial Hall and looked at it, and suddenly screamed.

"The group of undead, they brought that monster over!"

"Don't panic! Jaina, block them! Give me some time, I just need a little time!"

Dick used his right hand to control the huge Scamdor with difficulty. This sword itself is an epee. Ordinary adults need to use both hands to lift it, and it is not as good as a shovel to dig the soil with a sword, but Right now, this is the only opportunity for the two of them.

Once Kel'Thuzad completely tamed the dark magic weapon Saratas, the weak Zakaz could no longer stop him. Although the silver hand of the holy hammer was hung above his head, it was only due to the weak order of the warhammer. Power, it is estimated that even the Faceless Persia could not stop it.

There is not much time left for the two fleeing people.

Jaina stood on the spot, watching Dick shaking his only remaining arm and digging through the thick stone slabs with difficulty. She saw the face that had always been very calm, showing hideous and unwillingness at this time. She knew that this guy was desperate.

With her right hand hidden in the sleeve of the robe, Jaina gently let go of the teleport scroll made by Antonidas. She took a deep breath and was ready to die for the first time in her life. In a very different battle, she handed her back to this indecent soldier.

He is not a nobleman,

He is not a warrior either,

He will bow his head at the enemy,

He can't give people the courage to inspire.

But what does it matter?

He is the first man who can make himself feel safe except for his father and mentor who is far away in the ocean.

Isn't this enough?

2 death knights, 30 elite skeletons, a faceless guardian, a legendary mage, three camps, in the narrow hall of the hall, launched a desperate fight, outside the circle, Dick desperately Is digging in the soil.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes.

The sound of fierce fighting can be heard in Dick’s ears every moment. He is very tired. He doesn’t even have the courage to lift Scamdor. His heart is being burned, and he has fallen into it. , To the point of relying on a woman to work hard for him to survive!

Dick thought of raising Scamdor more than once and turning and rushing into the battlefield, but he knew that only here, only the silver hand that was dug enough to trigger the temple’s self-destruction condition was the only thing he could do to help. Jaina's way.

He mechanically stabs Scamdor to the ground, and then uses his whole body strength to press on Scamdor's sword hilt, digging out the dirt, his ears are erect, for fear of hearing it in the next moment. Jaina's screams.

He dare not stop, he can't stop!

So, move me!

Damn hands!

Move me!

Damn body!

"clang!"

The tip of Scamdor’s sword touched a hard object. Dick threw away his epee frantically, fell into the black dirt pit, and struggling hard with his right hand, talking about the bright silver box from the stone statue. He pulled out from right below, gritted his teeth and opened the undefended box, and saw the miniature silver fist in the box.

Dick held this artwork-like silver fist in his hand, and wanted to rush into the circle of war. As long as the silver hand appeared, Tyr’s remaining orderly power could definitely drive away the undead and the faceless. As long as Jaina took down the "chandelier" warhammer at the top of the temple, they could leave.

But at this moment, just as Dick crawled out of the pit in ecstasy, he heard the sound he least wanted to hear.

"what…!"

He saw Jaina who had been pierced through the body by the huge crab claws of the Faceless.

I saw the look of the shadow falling on the ground.

"Dang Cang..."

The Silver Hand smashed on the ground. This thing that Dick used as the card of the turn of the game was thrown aside. It had no meaning.

Dick always thought that the pillar that supported him to continue digging was the silver fist, which was the result of adversity. But at this moment, when he was weak and weak on the ground, he knew that his spiritual pillar, the driving force that supported him to continue digging even when the oil well was dead, had never been this silver fist.

It was Jaina, the eldest lady, the woman who was still willing to believe him in this situation and was still buying time for him.

Now, his spiritual support is broken, so...

It's meaningless.