Azeroth Trail of Light

The cold wind blows, snowflakes swirling down from the sky, densely covering the eyes, the snowflakes floating from nowhere will never stop. In the coldest place in the world, snowflakes are the most beautiful scenery.

Only snowflakes are beautiful. Every other inch of the place is covered with darkness and haze. Even the sky is always gray and black. The rotating clouds linger in the sky, like a bird penetrating through the darkness. His eyes are paying attention to everything here silently.

On a continent composed of a piece of complete ice floes, looking down from the sky, it is all blood red. Those light spots are dead souls one after another. When they are awakened from eternal death, they are very important to the living and the world. Their disgust destroyed them, and their empty bodies were filled with hatred, wandering aimlessly on this hopeless land, tearing up any creature that dared to enter it.

In the snowy sky, hordes of gargoyles whizzed through the air. These stone statues infused with evil souls are the best air force of the natural disasters. The entire Icecrown Glacier has spent hundreds of millions of years. Accumulated almost inexhaustible stones, belonging to the Lich King, and those never-tiring followers, making more gargoyles every minute and every second.

In the middle of the wasteland, under the eternally dim sky, on top of the half-destroyed tower made of black evil iron, that is an ice mountain peak, that is the Frozen Throne! The place where the Lich King was sent into this world back then was the brain of all natural disasters, and that was the acne of this world.

But the original solid ice on the throne has been broken by an unstoppable force. The surface of the ice is densely packed with cracks, like crystal crafts that are about to be broken. Just a single tap will break into it. Ten million yuan is the same.

The soul of the orc warlock Ner'zhul, who betrayed the Burning Legion, was sealed in this block of ice by Kil'jaeden, enduring the cold and loneliness from the soul. This is the most painful punishment, but this piece of ice also protected him. The soul will not dissipate.

But now this protective layer has been destroyed, and the escape of the soul is inevitable, especially after several months, the situation of this escape is even more serious!

Ordinary people’s souls could not last for even an hour. Ner'zhul lasted for several months and had reached the end, but he still barely repaired the ice that was smashed by the Eye of Sargeras. He needs to wait for some time before he can enter deep sleep. The undead are never afraid of the passage of time. When the next time they wake up, the forces of the undead's natural disasters will still run rampant in this world.

But Ner'zhul estimated that he might not see that day.

Because today, on this throne that no undead dared to blaspheme, new guests came.

"Kil'jaeden greets you!"

Illidan was still dressed as wild in the ice and snow that was enough to freeze steel to pieces. The green stripes on his body slapped against the magical shield on his body surface in the rolling cold wind. The dark green moonblade was held in his hand. From the moment he set foot on the Ice Throne, Arthas, who had been guarding the ice cube, immediately spun out with a sharp blade, and the blue-black blade pointed directly at Illidan.

But he has his opponent!

The blood-red breath appeared behind the demon hunter. It was also a death knight, but he was free. Even when facing the Lich King, the ruler of all undead, he never lowered his noble head, Al When Sath and the sword in his hand saw this figure slowly ascending to the Ice Throne, they couldn't help but roar.

Uther!

This is like an old ghost desperately, haunting his opponents! The grudge between him and this guy, from the moment he killed him with his own hands, was like a continuous hemp rope, tightly entangled together.

"Even the millions of undead in Northrend can't stop you! You are really as difficult as an old dog!"

Arthas's voice was cold and deep. Uther's response was to draw out the blood-red bone sword behind him. The knight of the apocalypse did not wear heavy armor, just a pair of black light armor, and a black leather cloak behind him. Blowing off, it is also death, and the cold is meaningless to him.

"How dare I die before I kill you? How can I die?"

Uther's voice is also hoarse as a knife, and his eyes are blue, like a cold wasteland, "The taste of death is enough to taste once, my disciple, are you ready to die?"

Arthas moved his neck. In the falling snow behind him, a behemoth moved the heavy snow on his body and stood up from the ice block. Crypt lord Anub'arak, another white figure was teleporting. The light from the door appeared on the cold stone platform, which was the restored Lich Kel'Thuzad.

On Illidan’s side, a six-armed Naga came up from below the platform, Ms. Vaschi. She is just a hero. In this big scene where four epic heroes are gathered, she is only I can play with Anub'arak, who is also a hero.

The problem is that Vaschi, who is good at agility and magic, is also greatly downwind when facing the almost insoluble Crypt Lord. Anyway, the three-on-three scene, the moment when a gust of wind blows up the snowflakes, When the white falling snow was blown by the strong wind, dozens of rays of light unfolded on this large stone platform.

The shot will kill!

Illidan turned into a demon hunter, the dark green flames melted all the snow on the ground, Alsace rolled up thousands of ghosts, and the roaring wind and hail covered the entire stone platform in an instant, Uther’s dark wings covered it. The sky overshadows the sun, the death ruling in his hand was just a flash, one-eighth of the stone platform was cut off, and the whole fell from a high altitude. The blood law in Kel'Thuzad's hand shook the sky, with a single tap, The three overlapping deaths and decay blocked all Uther's dodge space.

Two death knights, the demon hunter versus the lich was originally the best configuration, but letting the Buddha go is a fateful duel, Illidan still found Arthas, Kel'Thuzad didn't know what was going crazy. Take the initiative to stop Uther from the battlefield between the two of them.

But Uther did not have such a good temper to deal with this increasingly weird lich. With a sweep of the bone sword in his hand, a black blade of light went straight to Kel'Thuzad. After the apocalypse obeyed, this The power of the Demon Sword was simply maximized by Uther, and the flying speed of the light blade was so fast that it was horrible, like an owl flying over the darkness, fierce and swift.

However, the Great Lich's reaction at this time was quite strange. It allowed the blade to pierce its breastbone, and held a black dagger in its white claws. The dagger had an evil recurved blade with a cloth on it. It was full of weird runes, especially the hilt of the knife, and there was a moving eye. When Uther felt something was wrong, when he turned his head, his eyes were in alignment with that eyeball.

"The death knight who returns the flesh and blood, obeys the abyss, and carries the magic sword...I came here specially for you!"

The voice of the great lich fluctuates for the first time. It is weird, just like the voice he made when he was still a human. The moment this voice entered Uther's ears, under the darkness, Uther's shadow suddenly moved strangely, as if he had been given life, tightly strangling his body, pulling him into the darkness behind him.

The solid ground, against the black shadows, was like a jug of sewage and black oil. Uther struggled, but his power to destroy a mountain was useless. He could only make a sound. Roared, but in the end he was dragged into the black shadow.

The eyes of the dagger in the big lich's hand slowly closed, and his figure slowly disappeared in the next moment.

When the blood-red light of death and decay dissipated on the stone platform, Illidan and Arthas glanced at the empty stone platform at the same time. The next moment, the dark green double knives and the black blue The magic sword was cut together again.

Sparks flew in all directions, and the huge body of the demon hunter stood in place under the flap of the bat wings behind him, and the death knight was repelled several steps by the blow.

On the ice-blue long sword, seven runes were lit up one by one, and a crazy white storm began to revolve around his body, like the center of a tornado. Everything along the way was surrounded by heavy ice. Under the dual aggregation of the power of frost and the power of death, the ice cubes turned black, and Arthas was like a charging tank, rushing towards Illidan.

The demon hunter opened his wings and hovered in the air, with his two blades erected in front of him, his eyes under the black cloth strips, dark green rays of light quickly converged, and at the moment Arthas rushed over, two green rays of light burned everything. Stabbed into the icy storm.

Evil flame and black ice, scorching and scorching cold, above the throne of ice, the two most extreme forces collided mercilessly, and the entire platform began to vibrate violently, as if the next moment, this glacier The mountain is about to collapse.

The green flames and black ice intertwined in the sky, forcing Vaschi to temporarily retreat below the platform, while Anub'arak curled up, using a hard carapace to fight the energy flying in the sky.

In the original history, Arthas, who was indifferent and ruthless, confronted Illidan, who had his deceased in his heart. In the end, the death knight, who had the home court advantage, won by one move, and the demon hunter was forced to leave the Outland.

But in the current history, because of desperately defending Mount Hyjal, Illidan finally reconciled with Malfurion. Although he still ran away, it was voluntary. Although Tyrande is still unable to get along, but at least there is no such thing. What a pity.

Without regrets in my heart, there will be no weaknesses in the battle.

When the miserable past is set aside, the most important thing is to continue the vows I once made.

So when Black Ice froze his small half of his body, the demon hunter's fingers flicked lightly, and a drop of green liquid penetrated into his body. At this moment, all frostbite was removed, and the loss of physical strength was also made up. come back.

With a light turn of the demon hunter's body, the green evil flame was like two sharp light knives. When it reached the maximum frequency, it turned into a hot beam of light, completely shattering the black ice storm that Alsace had rolled up.

At the moment when the storm dissipated, the demon hunter's claw was pressed on Arthas's right arm, and the dark green fel was madly injected into the death knight's arm, and then under the control of the demon hunter's will, the whole exploded. !

Arthas's body was thrown far away and fell to the edge of the stone platform. Frostmourne screamed, and was finally pierced into the stone platform by the death knight with only his left hand, and most of his body was pierced into the stone platform by the death knight. The body is suspended in mid-air.

Illidan strode to the front of the cracked ice block and stared at the extremely weak soul in the ice block. It carried a crown studded with blue gems, and looked at the devil silently. Hunter.

The old orc’s weak and tired voice sounded in the heart of the demon hunter,

"I can see... you are a betrayer! You, like me, will eventually follow this path!"

"Do not!"

Illidan raised the dark green moonblade, he lost his eyesight, but he saw the world more clearly.

"I have been walking on this road, and you have failed, but...you are still useful!"

"boom!"

The ice of Wanzai was crushed so easily, and the soul drifted away. At the moment when the old orc’s spirit body appeared, a crack appeared in the black sky. It was a crimson claw, vicious, with a hand. He grabbed the soul in his hand, and then disappeared into this world in a glimpse.

Even if it is a big devil, it can only do this without relying on powerful magic items.

The demon hunter reached out and picked up the crown on the ground. He turned to Alsace, the corner of his mouth curled up, then placed the crown on the icy throne, turned around, and walked away.

Vashj followed behind the demon hunter, and she looked back at the death knight who was struggling to climb to the throne.

"Without the mouse, what's the use of a cat?"

Illidan said these words softly, and then turned his gaze to the south, where... there is another world, a broader world, waiting to be conquered by himself!