Azeroth Trail of Light

In the dissipated darkness of the battlefield shouting for killing, the old soul seemed a little disappointed. He turned around and turned his back to Dalyan.

Dalyan was silent, and a few seconds later, he raised his head.

"No, I am not a child. Although I am a reserve paladin, I cannot inherit this path, but I am not a child! I want to be a warrior!"

"Oh? It sounds like a good ideal, so... prove it to me!"

"How to prove it?"

"Kill the child in your heart and let the real warrior appear!"

There was silence around him. Dalyan looked at the soul dissipating before his eyes and looked at the dead space. He pursed his mouth. He knew what this sentence meant. He gritted his teeth and remembered every time he was scolded by his father. Every time I was ridiculed by my brother, I recalled my father’s face that was several years old after my failure, recalled my wild heartbeat when I saw Dick’s abhorrent with a sword, and recalled that I was blocked by Eli. Perseverance in front of Gore.

He raised the long sword in his hand and lay it across his neck. The next moment, the blade was added to his body.

The sonorous figure also echoed in Dalyan's ears, and the king with the heavy sword appeared beside him again, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed freely with a bold voice.

"Hahahaha, real warriors should go to all directions, real warriors will only live in war, blood is our medal, death is our battle song, wherever we go, there can only be one voice! That is the sword The voice, that is the sound of thunder, that is... the voice of a soldier!"

"Go, remember this anger, it will be your source of strength!"

"Go, remember this death, it will be your precursor to destruction!"

"Go, kill everything that stands in front of you! Break everything! Suppress everything! Destroy everything!"

"Scamdor...shows its edge and makes the whole world tremble again!"

"Om!"

Dalyan opened his eyes, and Scamdor, whose shape was constantly changing in the **** light in his hand, buzzed at this moment. It was Dalyan's blood dripping on the great sword, but now, they are burning like flames!

The original blue-red Scamdor, like a simple war sword, had become completely blood-red, and the hilt was lengthened by a third to form a small battle axe-shaped blade in the end.

At the place where the hilt and the blade were connected, a blood-red hideous skeleton appeared, and then it spread into four prominent inverted blade blades. The blade became slender and formed an arc at the blade. The whole body, like a battle axe placed diagonally, formed another blood-red skeleton underneath.

The blood-red light surged on the sword, like a crimson flame burning.

This sword has no extra decorations. It is simple and with a crazy killing intent. The divine tool recognizes the master. At this moment, the weak holy light in Dalyan's body was infused with Dalyan's will and Scamdor was overbearingly expelled. Outside of the body, at this moment, this artifact finally showed another form that was most suitable for Dalyan: the blade of anger.

The form with the strongest frontal lethality and breakthrough power!

The reserve paladin holding this sword also embarked on a different path from the original fate at this moment.

Dalyan propped up his body with a sword. He gasped for breath, stretched out his hand to tore off his broken armor, and threw it on the ground. Then he clenched the blood-red blade of anger with both hands. He charged with that hatred.

He was angry.

He is crazy.

He was naked, with blood flowing on his thin body.

But he doesn't want to stop, he doesn't want to stop, he wants to crush his destiny!

Staggering, but the speed is getting faster and faster, until in the end, Dalyan exhausted all the strength of his body and jumped up. In the surprised eyes of Errigal, a blood-red moonlight passed over the huge body of abomination. .

The next moment, behind Dalyan, who had landed and supported his body with a huge sword, against the background of Stratholme, who was burning with blood and fire, before the stern light of the sword had dissipated, the huge head of hatred rose to the sky. Up.

This...this is the beginning of Dalyan's new life.

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"boom!"

Dick flew in the direction of Ramsden. He was in the air and couldn't take advantage of it. He could only watch the huge bone-cutting axe slash across his body.

Under this circumstance, Dick could no longer save his physical strength. The holy energy of his whole body was gathered on his body. The golden shield that had blocked Malganis’s blow appeared again, and the black bone-cutting axe stayed on Dick’s. The surface of the body can no longer be deposited.

And this huge shock also allowed Dick to seize the opportunity. He held the holy hammer in his hands with both hands, and with a wave to the right, the tangled and strong chains were shaken away, losing his only focus. , Dick's body floated to the ground.

He was panting and holding the holy hammer. Just now, all the holy energy recovered in his body had been emptied. Dick could feel the weakness inside his body. In this state, he faced the vicious and vicious opposite Ramsay. Den, let alone fighting, it's good to be able to defend.

"Holy water! I still have holy water!"

Dick looked at Ramsden, who opened his mouth and grinned at him. This Roshan-like monster puts him under great pressure. Except for Kel'Thuzad and Malganis, this guy is definitely Di. The strongest enemy Ke has ever seen!

He took out a bottle of holy water that exuded a little bit of light from his storage backpack. This liquid containing diluted holy light energy has now become his only decisive point, but when he touched the holy water, Di Ke's hand touched another thing, which made his face change.

"In the game, you only need to splash the holy water on the monsters to bring about a considerable corrosion effect!"

Dick twisted the bottle of holy water, but when he saw Ramsden’s huge body, he hesitated again, facing this energetic monster, unless Dick could spill the holy water. Enter his body, otherwise it will not hurt its body at all.

When the volume reaches a certain level, the body becomes the best defense!

Seeing Ramsden roaring and rushing towards him, the earth shook and the mountains shook, Dick seemed to be blocking the front of a moving mountain, the sickle and the bone cutting axe that exuded the deadly light in the hands of high-rank abhor It has been swayed, and no one is facing the blow for a reason, even Dick is unwilling.

This guy's power is too strong, even the 100-point power threshold blessed by the sacred power is one-third weaker than its power. There is no way to fight head-on, only delay tactics!

"Di...trigger the task, cut off one arm!"

"Ramsden the Swallower is one of Rivendell's right-hand men, and it is also an obstacle you can't get over. Kill it!"

No time to think about it!

On Dick’s left, at Stratholme’s Elder’s Square and the garden fountain, a raging fire has already burned. It must be Alsace’s work. Dick knew that this fire would eventually spread to the entire Stratholme. This kind of medieval city is difficult to be ignited, but once it is ignited, it is definitely not so easy to extinguish.

He gritted his teeth and poured a whole bottle of holy water into his mouth neatly.

bitter! Bitter!

At the moment at the entrance of the holy water, Dick felt his mouth become numb, but when the cold liquid fell into his stomach, it was silent for a second, and then it burned like a flame.

The divine power of Dick is quickly recovering! Although it felt uncomfortable, it was like a mass of burning carbon falling into his stomach. Under the dual pressure of internal and external pressure, he quickly exploded all the fighting power.

"clang!"

Dick shook the fire of justice and smashed the iron hook that had swept over him, and his body staggered with great power.

Can't resist!

So he jumped away to the right, staggered forward, and the surface was surging with the energy of holy light, and the fire of justice like a golden torch whizzed around in a circle, hitting Ramsden’s left arm holding a sickle. , But where the holy hammer strikes, there is a sound like metal collision.

The counter-shock force made Dick almost unable to hold the handle of the hammer. He fixed his eyes to see that this high-level abomination arm was wrapped in circles of rough, but absolutely solid and durable iron armor.

Damn it!

Dick leaned down and cursed. The howling, sharp hook swept over his head, the deformed stump behind Ramsden moved backward, and the flying hook came from behind Dick again. .

But Dick ignored the attack. He shook his body quickly, and approached Ramsden who was swinging an axe in three or two strokes. His bent body rolled on the spot, avoiding the roaring hook. At the same time, he quickly approached Ramsden's body.

"boom!"

The warhammer held in the left hand and Ramsden’s thick, suture-stitched sickle on the right hand fought together. The one-handed warhammer could not resist the huge force of hatred, and it flew backwards and pulled. Musden turned his head, the bone-cutting axe in his hand was about to be chopped off. As a result, in his two eyes, one large and one small, he saw Dick lying on the ground embarrassedly, and the silver dwarf with his right hand outstretched. Musket.

"Timmy's toy gun!"

After Dick got the fire of justice, this weapon had very little chance to appear, but at the moment, Dick, who lacks the means of long-range attack, can only use this gun to take risks.

What he was waiting for was this opportunity, the hatred empty door opened wide, and the gun was directed at its face. If Dick was lucky enough, two projectiles could penetrate Ramsden's brain.

Although it hates this undead structured creature, it will not die immediately if its brain is broken, but it loses the wisdom of fighting, it becomes a beast that can only use brute force, then, with the help of the terrain here, Dick Kill it with 7 points!

"boom!"

In Ramsden’s eyes, the musketeer gave out two flaming red lights, and the hot projectile was pushed by the explosive gunpowder, and at a distance of less than 4 meters, at a speed that it could not react at all. , Hit the ugly face where it was stitched.

"Wow!"

Ramsden roared in pain, his huge body retreated, and the undead who had no time to escape were crushed to pieces. How could Dick miss this good opportunity? He climbed up from the ground and stuffed the rifle. Back in his rucksack, holding the warhammer in both hands, he took a few steps to run, and when he was rounded, he swayed towards Ramsden, slammed on his face torn apart by the projectile.

The golden light and the power of order gush out from the place where the warhammer touches, and every hit can make Ramsden’s roar weaker, until this time the holy energy stimulated by the holy water is completely squandered. Clean, Dick shook his somewhat sore arm.

Ramsden's head had been squashed, and green blood and plague had escaped from its huge body. Dick was relieved to see this scene.

This kind of injury, even if it is hated, can't survive, right?

He twisted his body and was about to clear the surrounding undead, when he suddenly heard a slight noise behind him, Dick's face changed drastically, but the next moment, the heavy and barbed chain hooked him fiercely. Sitting on his lap, Dick didn't even have time to cry out, and his whole body was driven and smashed into the opposite wall.

Ramsden!

It's not dead!