Azeroth Trail of Light

Anything as long as there is the first time, the subsequent progress will not be so bad.

In fact, the battle is the same. There is no hope. Even if the warrior is passionate and brave, he will be silent because of despair, and silence will give rise to thoughts that shouldn't be there.

After the first scar appeared, the entire chaotic battlefield was like a haze pierced by sunlight, and everyone involuntarily ran towards the hope of victory.

The noisy sharp blades, the smoke of gunfire, the buzzing of sharp arrows when they leave the string, this world has become a real battlefield in a trance at this moment, and the fluttering murderous intent is as sharp as a knife, stabbing people's skin with pain.

The battle cry of the heroic spirits, the wounds of the sword impact, the warriors who were repulsed and defeated, although they did not see blood, they were even more cruel.

The contestants paid the price of 7 people leaving the field. Under the obstruction of Heimdall and other heroes, the priests were sent out of the battlefield, followed by the heroic wizards, the heroic swordsmen, and the shield bearers. The war was fully carried out. At 17 minutes, there were only 4 people left on the court, and Heimdall was still attacking with a sword.

Even under the same level of strength, the heroic spirits who won't get tired are absolutely difficult opponents.

"boom"

Garrosh’s battle axe collided with Heimdall’s Storm Sword. At the moment the weapon hit, the dust on the ground rose under the momentum of the impact, and the feet of both sides had been stained red with blood. In a more distant place, Hemet II, who had broken a leg, simply lay on the ground, the barrel of the shotgun in his hand was red and hot, and the surrounding air was also distorted by the scorching heat.

A good hunter should not treat his weapons so roughly, but now is not the time to consider these.

Facing the 4-meter-high heroic spirit, the orc warrior looked like a child, but he gritted his teeth and was unwilling to retreat in this struggle. His body was covered with wounds, and the golden light was beating on his body to heal the bleeding. Heimdall’s scars, there are also scars on Heimdall’s hard body. I want to believe that this is the mark left by mortals on him.

"The will is commendable!"

There was a glimmer of light flashed in the eyes under Heimdall’s helmet. In the face of the admiration he spoke for the first time, Garrosh didn’t respond. He used his legs to force his long sword against his neck, inch by inch. Pushing away from his side, like a warrior who is slowly lifting a mountain.

But the hero sneered, and the long sword in his hand suddenly retracted and lost his focus. Although Garrosh immediately began to gather his strength, his body couldn't help but rushed forward, and Heimdall turned around delicately. He kicked Draenorth, who was coming from the side, with his feet hard, and an impact-shaped depression appeared on the ground again, and the whole person, like a predator beast, pounced from the sky to the last healer Baron.

The priest was standing at the very edge of the hall. It was not that he was afraid. After realizing Heimdall's difficulties, the priest knew that he had to stay away from the battle center in order not to cause more trouble to the two orcs who were fighting.

At this time, the holy energy in his body was almost exhausted. In the last period of time, he was almost alone supporting the progress of the battle. In order to cope with Heimdall's surprise attack on Baron, the contestants at least left the field by 3 People, but now, no one can protect him.

Facing Heimdall, Baron’s reaction was... unique. He did not use the Holy Power to protect himself, nor did he use the last Holy Power to attack. Instead, he leaned on an ivory staff in one hand and the other. One hand opened to Heimdall in the air.

The golden chain-like light jumped on the palm of his hand, the next moment, it was hidden into the air, and when it appeared again, it had accurately landed on Heimdall's body.

The golden anger on the gatekeeper's body was completely eliminated at this moment like snow in the sun.

Priest's advanced skills, dispel magic.

This skill is useless! Because at the activation speed of Heimdall's anger, even if it is dispelled, it will re-wrap the body in less than a second, but it will be the second when this magic takes effect.

"boom!"

The last bullet of Hemet II flew out of the barrel, and everyone on the viewing platform held their breath at this moment. This is probably the last chance for the contestants!

As long as that bullet hits Heimdall’s fatal place, even as long as it hurts... there is hope!

But the bullet did not hit Heimdall's forehead or heart as people expected, or even the side of his body, just like this hunter, who has never been soft-handed, missed his hand for the first time.

There was a sound of sighing in the whole hall, but the next moment, Dick and the rulers who were watching the battle just agreed to let the Buddha go, and collectively stood up and applauded for the blow.

At the same time, Heimdall's Storm Sword was also attached to Baron's neck, and the golden anger kept beating on the blade, but he could not cut it down yet.

"Fur... a wonderful blow!"

The valiant gatekeeper retracted his sword and slid in front of him. On his belt, half of the bullet-interrupted belt hung down. Behind him, Garrosh, who was supporting his body with a gorehowl, built from the ground. The golden horn was then lifted aloft.

Hemet II's blow was not a miss. This good hunter has never forgotten his mission. He has always aimed at the horn that Heimdall hangs on his waist.

It was a gamble, and luckily, they won the gamble.

"Roar!"

Unparalleled cheers erupted from the entire hall. Garrosh and Delanos ran up to Hemet II, who was struggling to squeeze his body with the disused shotgun, and lifted him high. At this moment, Race boundaries and past hatred were completely forgotten. Although it may only be a moment, it was enough for this hard-won victory.

Barron held the golden horn in both hands and handed it to Heimdall. The gatekeeper looked at the horn in his hand and shook his head.

"This is your trophy, take it, it will bring you eternal glory and undefeated will! Hall of Valor, has your place!"

After speaking, the gatekeeper raised his left hand and waved at Dick. The golden gate of light fell from the sky, just as it appeared. After the light was gathered, Heimdall and the defeated heroes disappeared. In the middle of the hall, other contestants who had left the field also walked in from the gate at this moment. There were blood stains on their faces, and some of the guys' pained expressions twitched.

But they still stood there proudly, welcoming cheers from the whole world.

After really seeing the fighting power of the heroes, no one thinks that this victory is a fluke. This is definitely a more thrilling and exciting battle than the first battle of the dragon. No one doubts this.

The entry of the heroic spirits from Valarjar added to this competition, a mythical version of the phantom was cast. The more so, the more unforgettable and unforgettable.

At this time, mortals defeated the "God" for the first time, even if it was just a game...

"incredible!"

Old Fording got up from his chair, and he looked at the contestants below with satisfaction, "Unbelievable! Frankly speaking, at the beginning of this battle, I thought you were determined to lose. As a result, you reversed the battle. When there were 4 people left, I thought that although your defeat was a glorious defeat, after all, the opponent was not a mortal, but it was unbelievable that you finally won a victory from the gods."

"I retract my previous judgment, you... are worthy of the strongest young man in Azeroth..."

"boom!"

Before Old Fording finished speaking, a loud noise interrupted his speech, and then the entire Dragon Sleep Hall began to vibrate, as if it was hit by some kind of giant siege hammer head-on, the dragons arranged The surrounding protective light curtain rose actively, but the next moment, the black, jaw-dropping and frightening black cracks spread continuously on the colorful light curtain.

"boom!"

There was another loud noise, and then there was the sound of glass breaking, followed by several more wailings that resounded across the sky, like the whimper of a creature before the throat was cut.

The Red Dragon Queen's face changed and she stood up suddenly. Behind her, the dragons who came to watch the battle were also preparing to take off. But the next moment, the third loud noise came from the top of everyone's heads, and she suddenly raised her head. As a result, she saw two heads. The giant dragon that descended from the sky, accompanied by the completely destroyed top-level platform, smashed into the hall of the Dragon Sleep Temple under the bombardment of cracked rocks. They were two red dragons, but at this time, their mighty bodies were already All over the wounds, life can quickly escape from their bodies, the light of despair solidified in their eyes, and the black and cold power entangled their bodies, making them unable to scream.

They... are dying.

"Bone Dragon! The undead is coming!"

Mograine's voice rose into the sky accompanied by a heavy holy light, but at the moment when he approached the top floor, it was blocked by an ice blue light curtain, and finally disappeared invisible.

"Crack!"

A brick fell from the top of the temple, Dick raised his head and saw the gray, giant bone dragon head entangled by a heavy frost storm. It was much bigger than any bone dragon he had ever seen. , Just a head is bigger than a house, and the red light shining in the black eye sockets is frightening.

But what makes people feel a chill from the bottom of my heart is the figure standing next to the bones, the dead king wearing the heavy ice-blue skull tabard and holding the magic sword, that makes the entire Azeroth surging. The guy with the tide of fear.

He wears an ice-blue helmet of dominance, cold wind and falling snow are flying behind him, death is his name, and coldness is his voice.

The swirling snowflakes fell from the air and landed on his sword. The next moment, an icy blue flame ignited on the sword, and everyone’s breathing seemed to be stagnant at this moment, because the actual fear was there. Tangle around everyone's body.

Outside the Dragonbone Wilderness, in that white wilderness, the closed gates slowly opened in the crazy snowstorm, and countless red rays of light gushing out from the hole-opening Scourge Gate·Angatha, and that makes people feel uncomfortable. The terrified black knight rode on the lifeless skeletal war horse, and cursed weapons across the sky.

The cold and evil liches floated in the sky, their godless eyes swept across the icy wilderness in front of them, and breathed out a breath of darkness.

The frost dragon that covered the sky crossed the sky of Angatha, and the substantial distortions and screams spread behind them, as well as the densely packed gargoyles that made people feel dazzling at first glance, just like the black spots before the end of the day. , It fills up the sky of the entire wasteland.

The skeletal beasts are pushing the chariots of natural disasters, and with every bombardment, death and curses will be cast on the coalition front that hastily dealt with. The rays of destruction of dozens of floating cities in the sky swept across the top space of Fortage Fortress and Warsong Fortress.

Death is laughing wildly, fear is dancing, everything that is desolate is coming, it is the bell of the destruction of the world.

The natural disasters of the undead came out all over the place, all because of the dark will in front of them.

Arthas, the Lich King!