Azeroth Trail of Light

For countless years in the past, the Dak'Tharon Fortress has been the stronghold of the Zuldak Dakale trolls to guard the border. These trolls even built tall and strong walls and stairs along the sides of the fortress. Defend the furbolgs and other opponents rushing up from the Grizzly Hills.

This city wall has protected them for tens of thousands of years. It has protected the trolls through several large wars. Even in the tens of thousands of years ago, the city wall did not collapse. But this time, it faced a wave from the west. The Dark Blade, it failed to protect the Drakkari troll living here as before.

In fact, even in the face of the invasion of the undead and natural disasters, this fortress is not so easy to fall. This shameful, almost completely destroyed the failure of the Drakkari troll, and more of it comes from internal betrayers- Dakuru.

Before the rise of the Lich King, this troll was just an ordinary troll, maybe it was a sacrifice or something, but the difference between him and other trolls is that this guy was the first to actively accept the power of the Lich King. And wholeheartedly helped the Lich King to infect his own clan to gain more power.

This mentality of giving up everything for strength made him get the attention of the Lich King. Before Arthas left Northrend for the first time, he gave Dakuru what he wanted with the will of the Lich King. Power, and when the second Lich King stood up from the throne, Dakuru had led his own army of "trolls" and captured the Dak'Tharon fortress, truly opening a way for natural disasters to enter Zuldak. the way.

In order to praise this kind of "dedication", the Lich King gave him another award, which made Dakuru very satisfied, but he also looked forward to more. From this point of view, Dakuru is a real troll. Has all the good qualities that a troll should have.

Cruel, cunning, unscrupulous for the purpose, but at the same time cruel enough, and never superstitious of power, more use of wisdom to act, this also makes him become the public enemy of the entire Drakkari troll, but Dakuru...maybe From the beginning, he never cared about it.

But today, Dakuru and his Dazar Krono Fortress ushered in new opponents.

Uther stood in front of the main gate of Dazar Kron's Fortress. The heavy gate was closed. This was the gate built when the Drakkari troll was at its strongest. Although it was made of wood, it had heavy magic patterns on it. , To ensure that it is strong enough, and outside the door, there is a whole army of undead trolls wandering!

Among them are soldiers, sacrifices, civilians, and even foreigners. That is Dakuru’s army. Now, the dark warlord appointed by the Lich King is standing at the top of Dazar Kron's fortress, looking contemptuously. Uther and a team of less than 200 people behind him.

No one would believe that Uther would be able to break through the majestic Fortress of Dazarron with such a little strength.

Uther felt the scornful gaze, but he didn't care, because he knew that his power had always been buried under this land.

The death knight drew out the death ruling behind him. The blood-red light entangled the hideous bone spurs and light blades. Uther lifted it high into the air. The black bat wings appeared behind him, covering the sky and the sun. Open, so that the ground below is shaking together at the same time.

Dozens of black lightning appeared from the top of Uther’s blade, like a black streamer. When the streamer reached its peak, the ground vibration reached the most intense, and the next moment, Uther’s foot The land broke and a dozen necromantic servants broke through the ground and crawled out of the ground.

They were more than 4 meters tall, dressed in tattered armor and rusty heavy weapons in their hands. They staggered and stood beside Uther, guarding him like the most determined soldier.

After doing all this, the death knight looked up at the top of Dazar Kron's Fortress. Behind him, more than 200 death knights had summoned their own army of the dead. The true elites of these black blade knights were summoned. It wasn't those ghouls or skeletons, even Kuldila, who had only recently joined the Ebon Knights, barely summoned 4 Vykul undead spirits and two high-ranking spider monsters.

The number of the entire team swelled nearly 20 times in an instant, but this is not over yet.

Thassarian, who was standing next to Uther, removed the bone-white horn from his belt, and the power of darkness blew the bone horn. A few seconds later, the sound of large creatures beating the air came from afar. Accompanied by the severe cold where the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees in an instant, dozens of frost dragons controlled by the death knight rushed down from the dark sky.

Dakuru's face changed drastically, but before he could give a command, the dark bat wings behind Uther twitched in the air, causing his body to rush forward, as if a black turbidity appeared on the ground. Liu pierced the line of defense of those undead trolls in an instant, and the next moment, there was a deafening crash from the front entrance of Dazar Kron's Fortress.

The whole earth seemed to shake at this moment, the smoke dissipated, and the gate had not collapsed. The dazzling black energy and the light and shadow of the troll rune collided and entangled almost everything around it, except Uther, like a one Like a black nail, it was firmly nailed in front of the gate.

Charge up, raise the sword, rush, cut!

"Crack"

Uther carried the bone sword behind his back, and the ground under his feet split apart. In the gaze of Dakuru and the other death knights, a black light blade that placed the Buddha to pierce the sky flashed into the gate and city wall in front of him. Like a black crack appeared in the city wall and gate.

In the end, it disappeared again. Although Uther was strong, he had not yet reached the level of destroying this huge building in one blow, but... his goal was achieved.

The death knight stretched out his hand and pushed lightly on the door in front of him.

"boom!"

In the next moment, the heavy gray-blue door shattered in front of his eyes and turned into frantically surging fragments. In the space where the sawdust was flying, the way forward was clear, and the death knights and their army of the dead began to charge silently, bones in the sky. The dragon sprinkled death heartily in this long-dead city.

Nothing can stop them...no more.

Kuldila died a month ago during the military operation from the Crystalsong Forest to the Icecrown Glacier, so he became a death knight only half a month ago, if not before his death, If he is already a powerful Quel'Thalas blood elf warrior, he is not qualified to participate in this operation.

But this is true. From controlling his anger to controlling the death surging in his body, he is obviously still a little uncomfortable. Whether it is the power operation or the understanding of death, he is still a bit jerky, which makes him face him. When the tall trolls swarmed in, they would always subconsciously use the way of warriors to solve the battle.

But the anger no longer responded to him, which made Kuldila's battle more difficult.

"Intruder...dead!"

The fully undead troll warlord waved the heavy inverted blade in his hand and slashed towards Kuldila. The weapon collided, causing the high elf death knight to step back several steps before stopping, but this It's not the end, because Kuldila is not yet able to command the necromancers he has summoned proficiently, they are fighting with their own instincts, and can't support Kuldila at all.

Therefore, after the number of tall troll warlords around reached 5, the battle that Kuldila could barely maintain immediately collapsed. His body was hit by an inverted blade, and he rolled on the ground embarrassedly, only able to destroy the energy of death. Surging outside the body, forming a blood-colored shield to protect himself from being seriously injured.

But the next moment, a black shadow jumped into the circle of battle, his left hand waved forward, blood-red death energy formed a chain, and it was fastened to the body of the troll warlord who was about to cut Kuldila. It pulled back, and the body was still flying in the air. The long sword in Sassarian's hands had already been swung, death energy flowed, and the rune on the blade was transformed into bone-thinning frost, which formed outside of his body. There were small storms in the Northland. Every troll undead who approached him would be slowed down under the impact of frost, and eventually turned into five crystal clear ice sculptures.

The long sword in Sassarian's hand brought a blood-red light, one left and the other slashed at two ice sculptures. Before the troll warlords broke the ice, the sword blade slashed into their necks, and the energy was killed by death. The transformed giant directly severed their heads, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.

Death Knight Combat Technique-Spiritual Strike.

A remnant blood-red shield appeared around Thassarian's body. It was a shield composed of the power of death drawn from the corpse just now. It helped him block the slashes of the remaining three warlords. His left hand once again Waving, the blood-red energy rushing from the ground turned into a claw, strangling the neck of a troll warlord, and raising it to a high altitude, struggling, but unable to break free.

Death Knight Combat Technique-Suffocating Grip

In the next second, the light and shadow jumped again. This time the blade was wrapped with snow-white frost power. Under the blessing of this cold power, Sassarian's attack speed became faster and faster.

Two blades of white light bounced on the troll's body. After the final blow was completed, the remaining two troll warlords remained the same as before, but all the joints in their bodies had been chopped away.

Combat Technique-Frost Strike.

With the final blow, Sassarian's hands were joined together and swung towards the sky. The icy blue energy continued to extend on the two swords he joined together, instantly forming a thick and delicate ice sickle. Under Sassarian's return cut, the sickle grazed the bodies of the three trolls, and the extremely sharp sickle grazed their bodies, cutting them into six pieces with precision.

Advanced Combat Technique-Frost Scythe

After doing all this, Sassarian returned the swords to his back, and Kuldila just got up from the ground, less than 3 seconds passed.

Thassarian looked back at Kuldila, was silent for a moment, and stretched out a hand towards him. There was a laceration on Kuldila’s left leg. He looked at Kuldila’s extended hand and didn’t want to Paying attention, but in the end, Thassarian grabbed the armor and lifted it from the ground.

"Why save me?"

Kuldila asked without mercy, Sassarian was silent for a moment and said,

"Thank you for saving my sister Lereisa, and even sacrificed her life for it... I owe you my life!"

Sassarian looked at Kuldila seriously, and the latter probably also remembered something, stood still, and finally smiled mockingly.

"I didn't expect that the human girl who rashly broke into the battlefield would be your sister...Fu...Forget it, I don't regret saving a life that shouldn't die from the undead, but Sassarian, you You are wrong, you owe me two lives! And my brother Faltola, I will kill you with my own hands, I swear!"

Sassarian glanced at him and whispered,

"After killing the Lich King, I will personally return my life to you."

"Do not!"

Kurdila put on an ugly smile on his face, "Keep it, I will get it myself!"

Passing behind the two people, death and death were colliding frantically, like two giant beasts swaying death, roaring to pierce their teeth into each other's blood vessels and put each other to death.

At a higher place, Uther and Dakuru have already handed in, and the victory of these two guys will directly determine the direction of this battle.

No one wants to lose, so they want to win, but the cruelest place is this. There is always only one winner.