Azeroth Trail of Light

C'Thun's weird voice broke out of the illusion for the first time and appeared on the world level. The power of chaos was extraordinary, the shock wave swept across the audience, and everyone's movements became rigid for a moment.

Unscarred in obsidian armor roared, and the black stone sword in his hand chopped sideways, cutting Brocks and Rexxar into the air, and then strode towards the man holding the warhammer and pouring holy water into his mouth. Dick, the Paladin only had time to block the light shield in front of his body. His body was like a baseball being hit, and he flew out very quickly.

The Unscarred was able to cut down the dragon with a stone sword 1000 years ago. After the war, he was transformed by C'Thun himself. This warrior who deviated from the Titan was so powerful that no one could imagine, but their strength was limited Yes, unless you enter the Forge of Origin and reinfuse your strength, you will not be able to improve for the rest of your life.

The paladin's body smashed into the low wall on the edge of the battlefield in embarrassment. Fortunately, the Naaru shield helped him block an impact. Dick's chest became stuffy, and he quickly got up from the ruined bricks. C'Thun's whisper made him dizzy, but the instinct of his body still made him jump to the left when he got up, and the next moment, the obsidian giant sword slipped down in the air.

"boom!"

The stone sword fell to the ground, and an impact-shaped depression tore open the ground. Amidst the dust, the paladin threw out the thorn hook lock, the sharp lock was wrapped around the arm of the obsidian giant, and the paladin's body was floating in the air. Accompanied by Ossirian's roar and rotation, Dick drifted around like leaves in the wind.

He let the Buddha go back to the scene where he was entangled with the green dragon in Ashenvale, but now Dick is no longer the weak one at the time. He closed his eyes tightly as the sky was spinning, trying to calm his mind that was provoked by C'Thun. Go down, then grab the chain with your left hand and climb up quickly.

He had fought head-on with Nefarian who had turned into a dragon. Dick knew the weaknesses of these big guys. As long as they could climb onto their bodies, the battle would be much less difficult.

And just as Ossirian's roar like an enraged beast spread throughout the ruined battlefield, the repelled Brox and Rexxar also wanted to rejoin the battle, but Ronin stopped it. The mage pointed at the crystals that had overflowed from the cracks in black mist, and shouted to these two guys,

"Crystal! Kill the crystal, that big guy will be over! Attack the crystal!"

The two orcs glanced at each other, raised their weapons and rushed towards the crystal, but they were not Dick who had the power of order, so when they first stepped around the crystal, the pressure from C'Thun pressed it. Rexxar had to stop.

"I can't deal with this kind of power to lose the mind! Brocks, I'll help Dick, you come to destroy the crystal!"

The pressure on the old orcs is also great, but for the high-ranking fighters, after entering a certain stage of power, the training of the mind will also improve their schedules. They have a practice method called "Iron Will". Let their will truly be as strong as steel, blood-red anger lingered on the surface of Brocks' body, his eyes were bloodshot, and although his steps were scattered, he was extremely firm.

He nodded towards Rexxar, gritted his teeth, dragged the weapon behind him, with his left arm blocking the front, as if resisting an invisible storm and struggling towards the crystal.

The hunting master brought his war bear, porcupine and falcon to join the attack on Ossirian. In fact, there is no attack. Their weapons can't cause effective damage to Ossiyan. The defense of this Anubisath is too abnormal!

C'Thun's whispering continued. Obviously, at this moment, the evil **** has taken over Ossirian's body. His actions were crazy and dangerous. The obsidian in his hand caused a frenzy in the ground and sky. In the storm of blades, Dick saw Rexxar rushing into the battlefield with a few flashes, his inspiration flashed, the thorn hook in his hand quickly wrapped around Ossirian's neck for a few times, and then he pulled the chain. At the end, he jumped from the shoulders of the obsidian giant to his back!

The total length of the thorn hook lock is nearly 35 meters. The chain made by this watchman's secret method is as light as a feather, but it is extremely tough. The paladin's body is glide in the air. Tightening, the Paladin threw the other end of the chain to Rexxar who was running over.

"Pull back! Drag it down!"

The tall orcs knew, and the two immediately pulled the chain back and ran back. When the chain tightened, Ossirian's tall body slumped backwards unexpectedly, but the strength of the obsidian warrior itself should not be underestimated. He staggered, stabilized his body again, and threw the obsidian stone sword in his hand aside, grabbed the chain around his neck with both hands, and continued to struggle.

The huge pulling force caused the legs of Dick and Rexxar, who were pulling the chain back and forth, to rub against the ground. The hunting master looked at the chain that had been tightened to the extreme, and he opened his mouth and roared like a roar. The voice of, it was a barbaric voice, the beast language in the ancient heritage of the orcs, a technique that only the most elite good hunters can master.

His war bear Misha and Porcupine Frey roared in response, and then launched a charge from behind the obsidian colossus one left and one right, like two tanks moving at full speed, at the moment they approached the obsidian colossus, Jumping from the ground, like two cannonballs, they slammed into Ossirian's calf.

At this moment, Dick and Rexxar also exerted their strength at the same time. The two fighters really used the strength of feeding, the muscles were puffy, the roaring, and the footsteps were dragging step by step. Misha and Frey kept on. It hits the calf of the obsidian giant from behind, staggering his body every time, and at the last moment, when the falcon Spire spread its wings and passed into the earth from the dazzling sky, it hit Ossirian directly. At this moment on top of his head, this giant, who had never fallen since the time he was born, finally fell to the ground for the first time.

Like an earthquake, the impact shook the entire ruined battlefield.

And at the same moment, the crack on the beige crystal grew bigger and bigger in the roar of Brocks' roar, but no matter how Ronin, Vereesa and Imeril attacked, the crack always spread on the surface of the crystal, but Never break or shatter.

Seeing that the Unscarred was about to stand up from the ground again, Luo Ning and others looked anxious.

"Attack me!"

A sharp voice sounded beside the archmage. Ronin turned his head and saw Moam coming out of the hiding place. The body of the Lord Obsidian Destroyer was still trembling. It could be seen that he was really terrified. Suen and Ossirian, but right now, he still stood up, staring at the crystal with cheetah-like eyes, and shouted to Ronin,

"Use your magic! Just like before, attack me! Quick!"

The archmage looked back at the floating crystal, gritted his teeth, and pressed his hand almost closely to the body of the Lord of the Obsidian Destroyer, calmly, two lava fireballs smashed into Moam's body.

"Not enough! Come again!"

Moam turned his head very dissatisfied, akimbo, staring at Ronin condescendingly, "Your attack was not so weak before!"

"Asshole! Shut up!"

Two twisted wrinkles flashed across Ronin's brows, gritted his teeth and let go of his hands. This time there were more fireballs and bigger ones. This wave of fierce attack made Moam scream again, and he opened. On the edge of his wings, the gorgeous magic patterns began to shine again.

"Moam's mane is full of power!"

"Look at my blow!"

The Obsidian Destroyer puts his hands together. It can be seen that he is also very difficult now. He is gathering the crimson power of the palms of his hands into a ball. When compressed to the extreme, the voice of the Obsidian Lord suddenly rose.

"Savage orcs, get out of the way!"

Brock flashed hard to the right, and the next moment a crimson beam of light shot from the palm of Moam's palm, accurately hitting the broken marks on the crystal surface.

It was like glass encountering an iron rod with extremely high temperature. The crystal surface that was already covered with cracks shattered at this moment, and the mixed black mist spewed out, forming a twisted monster in the air. , And then Dick opened his left hand, and a sacred shock containing the power of order directly smashed it.

It’s hard to say whether Moam’s attack relies on his own strength or his luck, but as long as the obsidian lord has absorbed enough magic power, he can easily make a powerful blow. Ordinary magic can lead to high levels. The lord's full blow, now gathered the power of Ronin's mana burst several times, this time the energy was compressed again, this powerful blow was obviously the last straw that overwhelmed the camel.

The crystal shattered, and the shock wave of energy swept across the battlefield, but compared to the hard fight before, the aftermath of this energy level is at best a drizzle-like breeze.

Ossirian also stopped struggling, like a fish thrown on the ground from the water, gasping for breath. The carrier of C'Thun’s residence has been destroyed, and it can no longer affect the obsidian giant’s thoughts, but Unfortunately, this Titan fighter has been lost for too long.

Dick panted, carrying the fire of justice and walking to Ossirian, looking at the exquisite jackal visor made of gold leaf, he took a deep breath and raised his warhammer in the air. It crossed a beautiful arc, and it was in the center of the visor.

"boom!"

In the sorrowful storm of Silithus, the visors that the Unscarred had not taken off for 1,000 years shattered, revealing the terrible scars left after the cruel battle.

Vereesa helped Ronin, who was weak in the game, Moam who was triumphant, Imeril and Rexxar who were full of admiration, and Brocks, the orc warrior who was sitting on the side, surrounded Dick. , The Obsidian Destroyer Lord who made great achievements flatly opened his hands,

"Ah, great master, look at you! You have done what mortals can't do. The powerful Unscarred who have slain the dragon have fallen in front of you. This is truly a magnificent epic battle!"

The archmage looked at Ossirian the Unscarred, who had lost all signs of life. His question was rather pragmatic.

"Now? What should I do?"

The silver warhammer in the paladin's hand turned into a golden elf sitting on his shoulders, Dick held his pipe in his mouth, slowly unbuttoning the armour of his left hand, and putting the red-gold armour full of holy texts. Throwing it to Moam, revealing a silver fist with an amber ring, he rolled up his sleeves and strode onto Ossirian's obsidian body, half-kneeling on the giant's chest.

"Anubisath is the jailer left by the Titans. When they walked out of the furnace of origin, they had only this mission!"

While speaking, Dick raised his left arm shining with holy light.

"After the guardians disappeared in time, these jailers were corroded by the escaped C'Thun, but this does not mean that they have forgotten their mission. In fact, these warriors only need to retrieve their commanders. You can shoulder this mission again!"

"boom!"

The silver fist hit Ossirian’s chest, like the most sophisticated device. The silver fist is a key to the Buddha. The obsidian chest opens slowly, and there is a dim spar in it. Take a closer look. There are still small sparks beating in the spar.

Dick opened his silver arm and lightly touched the surface of the spar, his voice was gentle,

"Although I cannot find their original commander, I can choose a new commander for them!"

"Crack, crack, crack!"

When Dick jumped down from Ossirian’s chest, the body of the obsidian warrior, who had lost his vital signs, moved again. The sand was rolled up again at this moment, and everyone was ready to fight again. Prepared, but Dick didn't care. He raised his head and let the hot wind blow his hair.

Ossirian is like a weapon given to the world by gods. His blue skin exudes a metallic luster in the sun. He slowly turned over, stood up from the ground, and took the obsidian stone sword next to him. Holding it in his hand, the face full of scars, the gray eyes changed in the sun, and finally settled in the golden luster.

This **** weapon held the stone sword in front of him, then slowly fell, kneeling in front of Dick in a standard half-kneeling ceremony, his tall head drooping down.

"Guardian Ossirian is fighting for you, Dick Bronzin!"

The Paladin turned around and looked at the people behind him. He tilted his head and held a pipe in his mouth. The sleeve on his left arm was rolled up to the crook of his arm, and his black hair was blown up in the wind.

"From today, I will be their commander!"