Azeroth Trail of Light

Dick's breathing was a little heavy, and he stretched out his hand and placed the silver-white card in his palm.

This is his hole card!

Dick raised his head. The sight of a dozen frost dragons rushing forward made his legs tremble. Dick was sure to kill one of them. If he tried his best, it would not be impossible to kill two or even three, but when this kind of natural disaster When the number of top war weapons of the Legion reached a limit, even Dick could only feel powerless.

Arthas and the Great Lich looked back at the frost dragon approaching the Dalaran platform at the same time, and the two undead breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Although the concentration of dark energy made them feel terrified, as long as they could destroy the engraved magic circle around the platform, without even using their own hands, the violent energy would swallow the demon hunter who didn't know the heights of the sky.

"Won!"

Alsace had this thought in his mind, and he felt relieved. Once the idea was mastered, Uther's pressure on him was suddenly reduced a lot. He swung a sword, the cold wind pierced the bones, and the freezing wind that contained the power of the northern wind and snowfield blocked Uther's frantic slashing. With a blow, a heavy Xueshuang appeared on the surface of Uther's armor, slowing his movements for a bit. With the force coming from the sword, Arthas leaped back lightly.

He moved his shoulders and put Frostmourne in his hands.

"Now, let's have a good time!"

The next moment, one second before Uther's sword cut, the fur cloak of the King of Death Knight flew backwards, and masses of ice, wind, and snow that were visible to the naked eye revolved around his body. This weird sight The area is huge, but all the land shrouded in the range of the ice storm is quickly added with layer after layer of snowflakes. The storm is howling, and there are crystal clear ice **** falling from the sky in the falling snow, just like a dream. Fantastic scenery.

But this scenery contained murderous intent. A hockey puck exploded beside Uther, and the huge force contained in it pushed everything around him far away. This also caught the death knight off guard. The original slashing action was deformed and the death sentence was decided. Slashed to the ground along Alsace's side.

This mistake caused the cold wind and snow around his body to fall faster and faster, more and more, Uther's movements, under this restraint, also slowed down.

Compared with the single but tyrannical Apocalypse, Frostmourne possesses the dual attributes of cold and death. At this moment, it finally suppressed the previously rampant Uther for the first time, and now stands in the ice and snow completely unaffected by Arta. Si began the offense, while Uther turned to the defense.

Not to mention the twisted battles here, on the platform, watching the huge, covering the sky and the earth, the bone dragon shrouded Illidan and the ground around him, Mograine, who was struggling with Maiev, had a face. With a big change, he pushed back the Watcher with a sword, turned and rushed in the direction of Illidan, but was stopped by Maiev who appeared in the front.

"Get out of the way! Woman, the undead must be wiped out!"

"That's your business!"

Maiev placed the knife wheel in front of her, her voice cold, "I am only responsible for catching Illidan!"

"Unreasonable lunatic!"

Old Mograine roared, and the scorching light of the Ashbringer was once again brighter. The holy blade, which was like the sword of holy light, seemed to be lit at this moment, even daring to face Akmon. The watchman of the Dedi Knife also appeared a little fearful when facing this difficult holy blade.

But anyway, under this distance, Mograine was also powerless.

On the other side, Vaschi, who was already dominated by anger, madness and hatred, only glanced at the bone dragon above her head, and then swung her long sword again regardless of it, and slashed towards Tyrande, who currently can only rely on moonlight for defense, but It seems that she is attacking, but in fact, the scene is that the Moon Sacrifice has an absolute advantage.

There are several more scorched blood holes on Vaschi’s beautiful snaketail, and there is also a wound cut in her chest by a bowstring. On the other hand, Tyrande, who is always under the protection of moonlight, does not even have a beautiful haircut. There was a trace of chaos.

The Dalaran platform is considered a fleeting disadvantage. The previous attack by the Great Devil destroyed most of the buildings, but at least some ruins existed. The battle of these four heroes completely wiped out all the ruins. Even the extremely hard surface of the platform was punched with ugly dents and cracks.

The Paladin looked up at the group of bone dragons in the sky that began to spray frost and breath towards Illidan. He put away the fire of justice, and the silver card in the palm of his left hand seemed to be ignited, burning, the next moment, The soaring holy light rose from the edge of the Dalaran platform, so clear and so bright, as if the sun tore through the dark clouds and mist, shining the light into the earth ruled by darkness.

It's like a day-to-night transition, like a new born in the morning sun!

But this time the holy light is different from the offensive holy light illusion on Mount Hyjal. Even if the holy light shines on the bone dragons and the undead, it does not cause even the slightest harm to them, but This does not mean that this is not terrible.

At this moment, all the guys who were still fighting couldn't help but stop their weapons. Except for Vaschi, who was madly ruled, everyone else looked up at the huge group that emerged from Dick. The trembling light energy.

The dim holy light began to change in the shining sky, and soon became a giant of light who could not see his face. It was wearing an invisible armor with wings made of light behind it, and holding a balance in its hand. ! A scepter hung from his waist.

God's might as an abyss! Divine power is like prison!

Tyrande and Malfurion, Maiev and Uther couldn't help but throb again. Isn't this what appeared in the decisive battle of Mount Hyjal, and also severely damaged the giant Archimonde? Could Dick really call it repeatedly?

Dick once again entered the state where he used "eye for eye" the previous time. He felt that he was incarnate as the luminous giant. His vision became distant and vast. There is no secret to the world. He I heard the hearty laughter again in a daze.

That warmth, that kind of feeling full of power!

But it's a pity, just like the last time, even if you feel that your own power can split the sky and smash the ground, you can't use it! The power is imprisoned!

Dick turned his gaze to the bone dragon in the air and the spider monsters who were attacking frantically on the ground, as well as Arthas, Anub'arak and Kel'Thuzad. The giant of light also lowered his head along with his movements. Come down.

Dick stretched out his hand and swiped it on top of them. In the palm of the giant of light, the visions of those bone dragons and those spider monsters appeared. Dick was very dissatisfied. He touched it again, but Arthas, Anub'arak The illusion with the big lich never appeared, Dick shook his head regretfully, still looking like his own strength was too bad.

The giant of light placed the illusions of the bone dragon and spider monsters on one end of the balance in his hand, and the balance poured into these illusions. The giant grabbed a ball of holy light from the void and placed it on the other end, so the balance was balanced!

The balance dissipated, and the giant of light drew the scepter from his waist and pointed it at the bone dragon and the arachnids, and the golden halo exploded on these guys' bodies!

The giant’s phantom dissipated, and Dick’s chaotic consciousness returned to his body. He raised his head to look at the bone dragons. The energy values ​​displayed by his eyes changed rapidly under completely unimaginable power, and finally stayed at "1". "On this number.

The Paladin laughed. The laughter made everyone unclear. So, the next moment, Dick waved his warhammer and injected his whole body of holy energy into it. First, the bone dragons facing the sky swept away, a huge holy light. The sword crossed the bodies of those bone dragons!

The mighty Frost Dragon, the top war weapon of the Scourge, with more than a dozen heads, is enough to destroy a city, but under the sweep of the Sword of Light, it turned out to be like a fragile piece of white paper. Cut it all away! They were broken into two bodies, and in the holy flames burning in the air around Dick, they turned into ashes in the sky, and drifted away in the wind!

Arthas's complexion changed drastically. In his perception, the aura of a dozen skull dragons disappeared!

Was wiped out!

How can it be!

Dick, that **** guy, is it a hidden epic hero?

Before Alsace could recover from the shock, Dick's holy hammer swung again, and slashed at the Nerubian on the ground. Wherever the sword of holy light went, everything turned to ashes!

These two shocking blows brought the battlefield into a weird calm once again. The giant of light that appeared before was too shocking for everyone!

But when everyone was silent for it, the dark mist of Illidan's body, which had been enveloped by dark power, suddenly dispersed, accompanied by a heart-piercing roar from the demon hunter, a black light that obscured everyone's vision. From the amber stone in Illidan's hand, it cut through the space in an instant, and the rapidly spreading front end quickly disappeared at the end of the horizon above everyone's head.

The black clouds were spinning. At this moment, lightning flashed and thunder, and the black clouds were like the gathering on the eve of a storm. The center of that light spot was the connection between the amber stone in Illidan's palm and the sky.

Thousands of miles away in Northrend, the birthplace of all darkness, that is a block of ice floating on the sea, that is a land of ice shrouded in snow and death!

In the center of this quiet ice continent, a tall tower made entirely of black safronite stands in the desolate ice field. The wilderness is full of densely packed undeads. Anyone who sees this scene Everyone would be so scared that their legs were weak, looking down from the sky, this wilderness has been filled with blood red, light blue, and various undead fires!

They silently acted in accordance with the supreme will in their minds, as if they were immutable prisoners.

But on this day, at that moment, all the undead looked up to the sky, it was a black light spreading from the gray-black sky, it was a crazy blow like the rod of God!

The black light falling from the sky accurately hit the top of the tower where the supreme will exists. At the moment before hitting the tower, a thick, blood-red, black, and white enchantment blocked the black line. The front is like the strongest shield, blocking the front end of a spear that flies over.

The black line and the light shield are fighting against each other, like a heavy shield against a sharp sword, but in the next second, the light shield will collapse at the touch of a touch!

The light shield shattered instantly, and the black line of light pierced the top of the tower, penetrating! Unparalleled penetration!

At this moment, the ice capped glacier began to tremble. On the edge of this huge ice wasteland like a continent, the huge glacier plunged into the endless sea, setting off huge waves of several meters.

The dark tower made of evil iron at this moment is like an ice block in flames, starting from the top, slowly melting downward! The hot iron juice was vaporized by terrifying energy the moment it appeared, slowly revealing the crystal clear pillar of ice hidden in the tower, and the ice throne at the top of the icicle!

All the undead, the ghosts of Northrend, and even Arthas and the Great Lich on the Great Plains of Dalaran, and Anub'arak, and those madly rushing towards the ruins of Dalaran, All the undead in Northern Xinjiang burst into their minds with the painful cry of the supreme will, anger and anger!

"Stop...stop him!"

Arthas turned around instinctively and rushed towards the Dalaran platform, but...

"puff"

The pain of the sharp blade came from behind, and Arthas lowered his head, looking at the cross-bone spur blade that emerged from his chest in disbelief, and the voice of Uther whose whole body was wrapped in white ice. Low and weird, like a black stone statue.

"This blow, for Uther!"