Azeroth Trail of Light

?lù26>#?1я?????F???, this city is a city built by the Nerubians of the Kingdom of Azjol Nerub in the Borean Tundra, which is the border they rule, and those who can The nerbs who use magic, with extremely superb skills, piled up this golden city on this snowy field shrouded in white snow. \\r

It is said that in the previous years, under the direct sunlight, the city was like painted gold, magnificent. \\r

But now, the city is surrounded by a cold atmosphere and a thick layer of ice. Yes, the elite undead who lived in the entire Borean Tundra time, even in the aisle of the heavy, demolished city gate , Are full of lofty loathing patrolling. \\r

Perhaps because of being closer to the Icecrown Glacier, the abomination here is larger and more aggressive. Clouds of dark green air spread in this aisle, which makes people disgusting. Disgusting green gas is everywhere in this city. Yes, and the Nerubian with undead fire in the eyes, skeletons and even liches, constructing creatures, one glance is dizzying. \\r

This is a city that cannot tolerate the existence of life, a city that has died. \\r

In the inner city of the most central part of the city, there are three psychic towers. In three different directions, the place where the nobles of the Nerubians lived, but now it has been transformed into a psychic tower for commanding the lower-level undead. . \\r

The high-ranking priest Andoras wandered back and forth in his painful spire a little annoyed. \\r

This is a high elf wearing a red robe, but his thin face and the red light shining in his eyes prove his identity. This is an undead. \\r

He was once a wizard captain of Quel'Thalas, died in the battle of the natural disaster invasion, and later withdrew to the Northrend continent, was assigned to the holy city of N'Qiraj, as a high-level commander, participated in the fight against the north wind The invasion of the tundra. \\r

Andoras expressed regret about becoming an undead, but after he was controlled by Frostmourne, he felt that this was not a bad thing. He had endless time to explore the secrets of magic. In essence, he became a creature similar to a lich. \\r

This group of guys who study magic are mostly like this. Once they find something more worthy of research, whether life exists or not is meaningless. \\r

But recently, Andoras has encountered trouble in his relatively happy life as an undead. \\r

First of all, the big man in the floating city of Naxxanar above his head received the news that another floating city, Tallamas, had fallen, and asked Andoras to send some soldiers to the eastern part of the Borean Tundra to check, which is not counted. What's on, but another thing is very unpleasant. \\r

Naxxanar’s big man probably felt threatened, and ordered that the entire En'qila’s magic power must be gathered in Naxxanar’s floating array to ensure that it could be lifted off at any time. The direct consequence of this order , That is, Andoras's magic research had to stop. \\r

This made him more manic, especially after leaving his beloved laboratory for 2 days, \r

"That **** choppy! I will chop him up! I swear!"\\r

Andoras violently walked back and forth on the ground of the psychic tower of Anguish. After becoming an undead, he no longer pursued the luxury of the high elves. The corners of the psychic tower were covered with spider webs, and Some small spiders running around, some bones were thrown further away, those of his test objects... after they died, they didn't bother to throw them, and they turned into that look in the end. \\r

It's disgusting here! \\r

A cruel color flashed across Andoras’s skinny face. He strode out of the psychedelic tower with his green staff. He made up his mind to go to Naxxanar. The research on improving the plague has reached the most critical moment, how can it stop here? \\r

He has a purple scroll in his arms, which is part of the traditional keystone to Naxxanar. Only by collecting the scrolls of the other two psychic towers can he go to the floating city, so here Before, he had to go to the psychic tower of Blood and Withering, but those two spider monsters were very easy to talk about. Their dull personality of this race made them basically ignore the contradiction between Andoras and that distinguished guest. . \\r

But at the moment when Andoras was about to walk out of the spire of pain, the high elf mage suddenly turned his head, his red eyes fixed on the corner of the hall, he squeezed his staff tightly, and shouted in a jerky and sharp voice, \ \r

"Who is there! Get out!"\\r

Of course, it's not just a warning, there is also a brimstone fire that is thrown out at will. After becoming an undead, the energy in the body is more inclined to shadow and frost, but for a strong enough mage, other types of magic are not impossible. Use, such as Andolas. \\r

But how can an assassin who can hide under his nose for so long be a weak hand? \\r

Tao Shi's figure jumped out of her hiding place before the sulphur fire rushed over, borrowed twice on the top of her head and on the wall next to her, and fell on the ground lightly, holding a golden thorn sword in her hand. , The leather armor on her body was replaced with a set of gray-black dragon scale armor, her eyes closed, and two small fangs protruded from the corner of her mouth. \\r

This agile Pandaren assassin looked at Andoras in front of him, like a hunter who had found his prey. \\r

"Wow, a bear man!" \r

The flame in Andoras' left hand was surging, exuding blazing heat. After becoming an undead, this high elf seemed to have become an arrogant character. He looked at Tao Shi, a trace of disdain flashed across his skinny face. \\r

"When will you beasts walk on the ground with integrity? Go back and catch rabbits!"\\r

The flames in his hand split three and lashed towards Tao Shi, the Pandaren assassins kept retreating, and Andoras was even more rampant.\\r

"Look, when you are discovered by me from the shadows, you are dead! Your head will be hung on the wall of N'Qiraj by me to warn those stupid outsiders! This land is a natural disaster! Forever! "\\R

"You are so noisy!"\\r

Tao Shi's figure flashed and appeared in another direction, but instead of attacking, she hung the saber around her waist. A hint of mockery flashed on that soft face, \r

"You should look behind you!"\\r

Andoras has no chance to look back, because a dark knife wheel handcrafted by Master Ironforge and enchanted by Master Dalaran has sparked around his neck, accompanied by the corpse that lost its head and hit the ground. Above, the sulphur fire that was out of control completely wrapped the corpse in the first place. \\r

In just a few seconds, the smell of burnt corpses filled the psychic tower. Nasha slapped the purple scroll in her hand and made a retreat gesture to Tao Shi, and the two disappeared into the darkness. In the hall. \\r

At almost the same time, the Necrolords in the other two psychic towers were also killed by the watchmen and the assassins. The undead of the holy city of N'Qiraj lost three leaders at the same time, and they rioted almost instantaneously. At the same time, along with three fireworks rushing into the sky, the ground vibration sounded from the ground southeast of N'Qiraj. Mograine personally led the team. The Scarlet Crusade and the Silver Hand, the Silver Dawn, these three For the first time, the Paladins organized all of them. The horses in battle armor ran on the snowy ground, trampling the heavy snow on the ground like a moving blizzard. \\r

From the sky, a golden iron stream appeared on the entire ground. Amidst the flying snow, pointing directly to the outer wall of N'Qila, a group of mammoths foraging on the N'Qila snowfield were startled. Panicked and fleeing in all directions, and the vultures cruising over the snowy field were also shocked by the pervasive murderous aura, flapping their wings towards the sky in panic. \\r

Mograine was wearing heavy armor, holding a streamer-like Ashbringer high in his hand. His youngest son followed behind him, and he also held the blood-saturated Warbreaker sword in his hand. Behind them was the determined Luo. Dan Lun's Paladins, after splitting, misunderstanding and even hurting each other hostilely, these three Paladins once again merged. \\r

Their beliefs are still different, but when they are united, nothing can stop this torrent of steel from advancing. \\r

"Give me...break it!"\\r

With hundreds of meters away from the city wall, the old knight waved the streamer epee in his hand and slashed down fiercely. A light blade that pierced through the sky fell from the sky and slashed precisely at the center of the holy city wall of N'Qila. , Along with the beating of the ground, the chopped flying sand and walking stones surged into the sky, and that section of the city wall and the chaotic undead behind them were completely destroyed in this hot light. \\r

Along with the charge of the Knights, the dwarf engineers outside the position also began to quickly turn the huge, black steel cannons, aiming them at the floating fortress Naksanar in the sky. After the investigation ended three days ago, Mograine borrowed this dwarf artillery from Old Fording, and they were also them. During the Eastern War, they used anti-aircraft guns to blast the floating fortress Tal. Lamas, now, they need to reproduce that miracle. \\r

The leader of the gnomes, Major Fizrank holding a telescope in his hand, after careful investigation, shouted to the eager gnomes, \r

"Okay, okay! Boys, coordinates 87, 90, and 65 are all aimed at me! Take a good lesson to those **** undead!"\\r

With Fizrank’s left hand waved down, dozens of anti-aircraft guns fixed on the ground fired at the same time. The hot projectiles flew out of the barrel, most of which hit Naxxanar, but because of The lesson of Tallamas, this large floating fortress also activated the magic shield when it was not activated, so after the bombs filled with powerful gunpowder exploded, they did not harm Naxxanar. Main body. \\r

However, the explosion of these shells abruptly interrupted the counterattack brewing in the floating city. \\r

Standing at the Naxxanal Command Center, Maween, who was on the top platform, was also staggered by the shock. He viciously looked at the Paladin who had rushed into the chaotic Holy City of N'Qiraj, and then looked again. Seeing the three communication orbs that didn't respond, the captain of Alsace's guard shook his hand fiercely. \\r

The Paladins' raid was very accurate, like a big hand, stuck on Maween's neck, the whole process was very fast, even if this high-level undead lord began to gather the undead army now, it is probably too late. \\r

Maween glanced at the battlefield that had been completely cut open, and shouted at the cursed wizards behind, \r

"Retreat! Back to Dragonblight! Send a message to the Nerubians of Azjol and let them gather on the banks of the frozen river as quickly as possible! I want these Paladins to come back and forth!"\\r

A few minutes later, Naxxanar, who had been bombarded by another round, finally lifted into the air with difficulty, but at the moment Maween retracted his gaze, a sharp sound of breaking through the air was like breaking through the air, quickly piercing through. The thick magical shield around Naxxanar appeared in front of his eyes. The high-ranking lord had only time to lower his head before he heard a pong clang. \\r

The Saron iron helmet above his head was shot into the air by the light arrow, and fell to the ground again, the hard surface has been penetrated. \\r

This shocking blow made Maween's heart that no longer beats, and the Buddha felt fear again. He looked up and saw that on the edge of the remote snowy field, a portal was standing there, an indifferent high elf hand. Holding a gorgeous war bow inside, he shot the blow just now. \\r

The elf wears a black blindfold, and the only one remaining eye is shining with the cold light of the hunter. He seems to be dissatisfied with Maween's escape from the blow, and is about to pull the bowstring and shoot the second arrow. \\r

Maween hurriedly backed away. He didn't want to try the second arrow, but the sound of a sharp weapon piercing his body from behind made him couldn't help but turn his head back. It was a watchman wearing a dark green bladed cloak and holding a knife wheel. There is a Pandaren assassin wearing dragon scale armor, and under their feet are the cursed wizards who manipulate Naxxanar. \\r

When he turned his head, the last mage had his throat cut by the watchman, and there was no life left. \\r

"噌"\\r

Maween drew out the double blades of ice from his waist. With the surging of dark magic power, a dozen cold corpses stood up from Maween, his thin and pale face showed a grin.\\r

"Do you want to play a game here? You picked the wrong opponent!"\\r

"Oh...then let me be your opponent, Maween, old friend!"\\r

Under the clear sky, the purple thunder current rushed. Hearing the familiar voice in his memory, all of Maween’s emotions disappeared. He turned his head and saw the alien long sword leaning against the thunder and lightning, clothed in blue and white. The figure of the plush cloak. \\r

Those eyes were as ordinary as he remembered, but the light that radiated from them made people afraid to look directly. \\r

"Dick...you are finally here, how can this stage be without you, unfortunately...I may not see the end."\\r

"Don't worry, Maween, you don't want to see a scene where the natural disaster is completely defeated, I will give you pain...in the name of memory."