Azeroth Trail of Light

"Alsace!"

Mograine's furious roar pierced the frozen tranquility. He drew the sword of holy flame shining behind him. At this moment, the hot holy light was like a lightsaber that pierced the sky and the earth, making everything around him seem to be ignited. .

This is the character who has stood at the apex of the Paladin. The power of this angry blow made everyone look at it. This holy light with the will to revenge, the attack power alone, has already surpassed Dick’s order, and is more like Azer. The sharpest knife in the Lass civilized world.

Facing the light blade that was slashed towards the front door, Arthas took a step back, holding the sword in both hands, swiping down, and slashing forward!

Black and blue light, erosion and freezing energy, gushing from this blade, also formed a curved blade, unavoidably colliding with the light blade.

"Keng, Keng, Keng..."

The teeth of the behemoth collided, and the darkness and light were fighting each other. The battle went into white-hot from the beginning. The next moment, the light blades staggered, and the golden and black energy disappeared in the air, turning into a little rain of light and falling from the sky, but this It was just the beginning. Old Fording followed and cut out again with a sword, but this time, the one who met was the bone dragon next to the Lich King. It raised its head, and the cold breath of death was blocked by the light blade. For a moment, then the more frantically sprayed towards the ground.

This is a villain, he doesn't care about the existence below, simply... this time, there are no weak ones.

"Alsace! Don't even think about leaving when you come!"

The two swords in Varian's hands merged into one, and the whole person jumped from his seat and dragged Sarameni backwards, like a blood-red comet, and slammed into the top floor of the Temple of Wyrmrest. The Lich King, his anger protected his body, tearing through the encirclement of Death Breath, the sharp ancient divine sword circled in the air and slashed towards the top of Arthas's head.

He looked at the body in front of him that had been occupied by darkness. It used to be his childhood best friend, his brother, but now, what remained here was the only familiar body.

The anger was ignited again, and the blood-red flame burned on the long sword, but at the moment the long sword fell, Arthas's left hand was raised, and the raised head, the pair of ice-blue light flowing Indifferent eyes,

"Varian, self-investment snare!"

"Wow"

Outside the Temple of Dragon Sleep, the frantic blizzard seemed to be manipulated by some will, turning into a roaring ice dragon head, from behind Arthas rushed to Varian in mid-air, and the latter slashed out of anger. One blow broke the ice and snow dragon, but oncoming was another black epee.

The skeleton on the hilt was shining with blue light, and the runes on the sword. When they were lit, Frostmourne slashed faster, like a soul-recovering sickle swung down by the **** of death. The darkness surging behind the blade made people shudder.

"boom"

Varian, who was blocking the sword, flew back at a faster speed than before. Arthas's blade seemed to be entangled with something invisible. His armor had been pierced, and his rage shield had been pierced. It was also smashed, and with just one blow, Varian, the top fighter, was at a disadvantage.

Arthas didn't even look at the falling Varian, and slashed out a sword. The black blade chased the king in the air and smashed it down, but in mid-air, he was extinguished by the hot flames waved by the Red Dragon Queen. , The king's body stretched out in the air, and finally landed on the ground. He raised his head to look at Arthas like a **** of death, his eyes flashed with disbelief.

This guy... how strong is this guy?

"A group of whispering mice who want to challenge death?"

Arthas squeezed Frostmourne in front of him. The Frost Queen Sindragosa walked through the decorations on the top of the Temple of Wyrmrest, spread his wings and flew into the hall, and smashed into the red dragon queen who was rushing up. Before his first life, it was a powerful blue dragon second only to Malygos. After death, he obtained a sharper death knife. At least in the Temple of Dragon Sleep at this time, only the queen can fight it.

The indifferent and mocking voice of the Lich King resounded throughout the hall.

"I guess you are discussing **** me... I am here! Come on, come and try to defeat me! Let me see, your "courage"..."

"Arrogant!"

Kael'thas' figure flashed, and when he reappeared, he was already standing beside Arthas, with the burning pride of the sunstrider beating in his hand, but he hadn't waited for the hot blade to stab Arthas's body. Another teleportation light shining in the air, the figure has not yet appeared, and the three hot fireballs have rushed towards Kael'thas.

The latter's expression changed. As a master of playing with fire, he could naturally appreciate the energy contained in the fireball. He could only retract the sword and retreat. The next moment, the four figures in black robes would bring Kael'thas together. Surrounded.

"help!"

Old Fording roared, turned over and jumped out of the stands. A green dragon carried his body and rushed to the top of the Temple of Wyrmrest, followed by Mograine, Thrall, Magni, Varian, and Sa Ruffal, almost all the heroes participated, the archmage Ronin and Jaina were also shining in the teleportation technique, rushing to the big platform in the headspace.

Of course, there are faster than them!

"Huh!"

At the moment when Kurtaz's warhammer hit Kael'thas' body, dazzling lightning bursts out on the top of the shattered temple, and the heavy blue electric current is tumbling back and forth, mixed with almost endless holy light. , Forced the four raiders abruptly.

The golden flames and thunder light converged, and Dick appeared next to Kael'thas with the wind chasing sword. His eyes passed through the four figures in front of him, and he saw Arthas, and Arthas was also watching. Hold him.

His eyes collided in the air and even sparked a substantial spark.

"protect yourself!"

Dick moved his wrist, the old shield of Aggramar appeared on his right hand, he said to Kael'thas, his figure disappeared suddenly.

"boom"

The Sword of Wind and Frostmourne collided together, the golden holy flame, the hymn and the black death frost, the death knell sounded almost at the same moment, the two people’s weapons collided, standing there face to face, every moment was difficult The imaginary energy is extinguished around both sides.

"Ha, Dick... you should have become my strongest warrior. Your dark storm will make the whole world tremble, but it's not too late. Come on, join me and conquer this weak world together!"

Arthas's voice was low and hoarse, like the smell that death should have. He turned the hilt of his sword and slashed at Dick's neck with a merciless sword, whizzing, the sword's edge and the one that was about to tear the sky. The power of darkness was blocked by the shield of Aggramar, and the hand holding the shield did not tremble. The paladin responded with a sword, and the holy flame that overwhelmed the sky was constantly being wiped out by the dead frost summoned by the Lich King, and it was still unable to penetrate him. body.

The most peculiar thing about two people being inseparable from each other is that, despite this, the conversation between the two is still not over.

Dick's eyes looked at those cold eyes,

"Then who are you? Arthas or the Lich King?"

"Is there a difference?"

The mixed sound of the cold wind came into Dick’s ears, and the Paladin frowned.

"Of course there is a difference. This determines whether my sword will pierce your heart or your soul!"

"Hahaha"

"boom"

The heavy blow blocked by the Shield of Aggramar suddenly expanded nearly three times in force at this moment. Dick, who was caught off guard, was knocked back several meters, and there was soreness in his arm. He looked at the serious Lich in front of him. Wang, the small half of the sky behind the latter was completely submerged by the surging dark storm at this moment. The dead man stretched out his hand and hooked him.

"Come on! Try it!"

The Paladin bared his teeth and moved his wrists. Six pairs of golden light wings, the Holy Rune of Order and the blessing spell appeared on his body. The next moment, the sky was overflowing with thunder and the dark sky was torn open.

On the other side, Mograine’s holy flame epee slashed the death knight in front of him time and time again. Dathrohan’s silent defense and occasionally counterattacked, while Old Forddin was fighting with Kurtaz. In the deadly fight, the platform on the top of the temple was not wide, so other battles were moved to the snowy field farther away.

Saurfang’s opponent is the resurrected death knight Rivendell. This guy is being forced to defend by the most powerful orc warrior. Varian’s opponent is wearing a blood red helmet and wearing a blood red warrior. The mysterious death knight of A, armed with a death battle axe, fought with Varian vividly, and Thrall, who was farther away, was fighting against the mysterious Lady Deathwhisper. The battle of the legal system looked more gorgeous, but it was also more deadly and roaring. The elements and shadow energy have completely emptied the surrounding snowfields, and the battlefield on both sides is a deadly place that no one dares to break into.

His Majesty Magni and Dai Lin’s opponents are not necessarily stronger than them, but they are the most troublesome. The gatekeeper of Icecrown Citadel, Lord Margallo’s huge bone body determines its cursed life and strength. The power of humanity, once left unattended, will definitely become the most troublesome trouble.

Kael'thas was fighting more frantically. Although he was more willing to fight Alsace with Dick, the guy in front of him had to use 12 points of attention, and of course, there was uncontrollable anger.

Because his opponent is Dalkhan... almost destroyed the traitor of Quel'Thalas!

The enemy is never terrible, which makes the traitor even more hateful!

"Dalkan, I am glad you can live to this day."

Kael'thas's face was extremely cold, and the violent flames of the huge figure of Elemental Phoenix Ao in the air almost burned the entire sky, and the pride of the sunstrider in his hand was aimed at the indifferent Dalkhan.

"I am very happy to have a chance to strangle you personally! I will not miss it!"

Dalkhan stretched out his hand to help his eyes. Although he didn't need this thing at all after being an undead, he still kept his previous habit. His long bone-white hair was flying in the air, facing the angry Kelsa. Si, Dalkhan's reaction was calm.

"You are still as immature as before, Prince Kael'thas...oh, no, I should call you the Sun King!"

The green muddy magic power beating in the heart of his hand, he looked at Kael'thas and shrugged.

"Lucky has looked after you once, but you and I know it, it can't look after you forever, so..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Die!"

Kael'thas’ anger was mixed with the flames rising to the sky, and the icy storm was still not extinguished. The Lich King had already lost too many subordinates, so these few were left. They were given away. With more "gifts", this makes them more difficult. Although they may not be the opponents of these heroes, if it is just procrastination, it is not a problem at all.

What's more, it may not be an opponent yet.

And Ronin and Jaina, two powerful wizards, are teaming up to fight the most mysterious guy with a black hood and robe. That guy is so powerful that it is horrible. Whether it's frost, flame, death or even curse, he comes at his fingertips. , Every time I can dissolve the attacks of the two wizards, even counterattack, no...no no, not a counterattack, but an attack!

Ronin and Jaina joined forces and fell into a disadvantage!

"Ronin! Cover me!"

Jaina was holding a staff in both hands, standing in the frantic snowstorm that revolved around her, like a real Queen of Frost, like an ice storm controlling this world.

Luo Ning heard the call of the younger sister. He held the staff in his hand with one hand, and swung his left hand forward suddenly. With the stop of the last syllable, the vibrating magic formed dozens of fist-sized fireballs around him. Howled and flew towards the mysterious black-robed mage.

I don't care about killing, this kind of barrage magic is just for cover, forcing the opposite wizard to have to defend.

But the opponent did not stop the magical singing as Ronin imagined. His dry fingers just tapped in the air, and a light yellow light emerged. Another exactly the same, but a black-robed man with a shadow-like body appeared beside him. He quickly propped up a magic shield to help him block Ronin's fireball barrage.

But this has revealed his identity!

In the entire world, the entire Azeroth magical world, there is only one person who can use time magic in this way...Roning was stunned.

"Whhhhhhhhhh!"

Jaina’s spells were also completed at this moment. There were hundreds of slender ice cones all over the sky. Under the leadership of the ice dragon-like frost and i.e., they fired like bullets from countless directions to the black. The robe mage is also a barrage magic, but with the blessing of the original siblings and Jaina's ice magic, this barrage has become lethal.

When the figure of the mage was about to be pierced by countless ice hammers, the pale yellow clock rotated behind his body. Finally, after the ice cone dissipated, a new black-robed mage appeared on the spot, his hood was covered by the ice cone. Pierced, revealing the face under the hood.

Dry, thin, and infected by death, the robe on his body is as spotless as memory, but those cold eyes are no longer as kind as before.

"Hehe... Anna, Ronin, you really have grown a lot, and you can protect what you want to protect... But unfortunately, we are now... the enemy."