Azeroth Trail of Light

The Temple of Dragon Sleep, which has experienced time and frost, has been damaged today, perhaps the most serious in history.

The combination of Arthas and Sindragosa almost easily destroyed the dragon’s defenses and completely destroyed the top building of the Temple of Wyrmrest. The original gorgeous roofless platform was completely corroded by the dark energy. A ruin.

A few pillars stand alone among the masonry ruins, hardly falling snow, the cold wind blowing into the hall from the damage at the top, and the light spilt from the sky, all this is exceptionally sad.

This does not mean that the Temple of Long Sleep is not strong enough. In fact, it can maintain the current situation after being fully attacked by a demigod, which is enough to show the stability of this building.

The light of thunder passed through the hollow on the top floor and landed in the hall of the temple. When landing, the paladin's pace was a little unstable. The scar on his chest was slowly healed, but the act of turning into thunder and lightning caused it to burst again, but It was no longer blood flowing out, but a touch of blue electric light, which looked extremely frightening.

Dick ignored the blue-violet energy escaping from his chest. He walked quickly to the bewildered Liadrin and asked in a low voice.

"what happened?"

The high elf grabbed Dick’s shoulder, and her armor still left traces of battle. Arthas brought not only the high-end combat power of the Scourge, but also the death knights and liches who broke in. This is obviously A premeditated beheading operation.

More obviously, it failed. Faced with the contestants of Azeroth who had just been refurbished, as well as the dragons who came to watch the game and the senior leaders of the Alliance tribe, it can only be said that Arthas miscalculated, he brought The death knights and lich spirits who came were almost wiped out.

"Anna was injured, not very serious, but she was in a trance and fainted after returning to the hall."

Liadrin leaned against Dick, looking worriedly at the comatose Miss Mage. Velen held the staff in person. The holy light floating in her left hand was beating back and forth beside Miss Mage. The paladin saw Jaina's face. With that touch of pain and despair that could not be concealed, he couldn't help turning his head to Ronin who was standing aside.

But when he saw the status of the leader of Dalaran, Jaina's senior, even Dick was taken aback.

Miss Mage was just in a coma and burns to her arm, but Ronin was just like escaping from a battlefield where he had just escaped from the dead. His luxurious robe was torn into several pieces by powerful magic power, and he sat there embarrassed. He was wearing a red cloak, which should have been given to him by Varian.

The neatly combed hair of the archmage originally turned into a chicken coop-like mess, with traces of flame and frost raging on it. The worst thing was his left hand, which was obviously by Velen. It was dealt with urgently, but several tragic scars with deep bones can still be seen on his arm, and there was a scorched black flame on his face.

But what was more serious was his spirit. The whole person was sluggish, and his eyes lost focus. His expression was not like a wise and noble archmage at all. Dick sat beside him and asked in a low voice.

"what's going on?"

This sound seemed to awaken Ronin, his eyes were fresh and alive, but in the next moment, anger and hatred, as well as the complexity of sadness began to surge.

"Alsace... that bastard!"

Ronin gritted his teeth and cursed, his hands clenched, and blue veins broke out on his fists.

"He is resurrected... He is resurrecting the teacher! He has desecrated the old man's soul!"

Dick’s eyes widened at this moment, and the pipe in his hand fell to the ground.

"Master Antonidas?!"

Dick’s expression became difficult to tell at this moment. He almost immediately understood the reason why Jaina fainted. In the eyes of the young lady, Antonidas was like her other father, and Dick’s mouth moved. He moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he picked up the black wooden pipe again from the ground and stared for a moment. All his thoughts turned into a sigh.

"This is...it's terrible..."

Half a minute later, Velen's slightly closed eyes opened. He scanned the crowd and finally crossed Dick's eyes.

"It's not too bad, Ms. Jaina's spirit has been severely impacted, and it may take a while to cultivate. For this period of time, don't let her participate in the battle."

"Ok"

The Paladin nodded. He looked around. There were only a few wounded in the raid just now. Almost none of the intact warriors were here. He turned his gaze to Liadrin.

"What about the rest?"

"They are on the battlefield of Angasa, and the undead launched a general offensive!"

Lady High Elf retrieved her long sword from the chair. Her tone was full of solemnity and weight. "Fortage Fortress and Warsong Fortress failed to last the first ten minutes. More than 1,500 warriors... died on the spot. ."

"Take care of Anna and the wounded!"

Dick reached out his hand to stop the long sword Liadrin was about to carry on his back, and shook his head at her, "Wait for us to come back!"

After speaking, the Paladin looked at Velen, his eyes shining with certain determination and killing intent.

"Master, do you want to join me on the battlefield and protect the world together?"

Velen's left hand waved outwards, a soft holy light merged into Ronin's body, and the holy pattern on his forehead was also shining, although old, although it has been inscribed by time with a mark that cannot be ignored, this kindness And the stubborn old draenei snorted.

"Although I am old, I am not so good-tempered that I can swallow my anger when being bullied."

Dick nodded, he looked up at the broken sky above his head, his body turned into thunder and dissipated in place, Ronin also supported his body and stood up and said to Velen,

"Master, I'll send you to the battlefield!"

On the other side, Angasa, this frozen wasteland that occupies one-fifth of the Dragonbone Wilderness, has been completely covered by the black turbid current at this moment. Looking from the sky, the densely packed red and blue light Point, that's the fire of the undead, just looking at it, the number is dizzying.

It's like a river gushing from the dam named Angasa, flowing freely on the Dragonblight Wilderness, and the two fortresses close to the gate of Angasa. The fortresses made with great effort are like floods. Like the sand tower, it was completely dissipated after being blocked for less than a moment. The river was blocked by the coalition defense line, but it still tried its best to flow further away.

This is the natural disaster of the undead, wherever they go, they are desperately barren.

As if it was an unknown sign, the sky in the Dragonbone Wilderness also became dark, and the cold wind whistled, like the sharpest steel knife, pierced around the soldiers who were still holding on, and it was silent on one side. The undead, they will not scream, roar, or howl when they are chopped down, this is the most silent army, like a silent lake, which can drown everything along the way.

The soldiers at the forefront leaned against the heavy temporary wall built by the coalition forces. It was a low wall, three people high, and there was no magic pattern seal carving. The only advantage was that it was strong enough, and the ice from the Dragon Bone Wilderness was still on this wall. It is covered with a layer of frost, making the lowest-level walking corpses unable to climb, but for the more agile ghouls and skeleton warriors, this is nothing.

These soldiers are the real elites of all races. They guarded every line of defense and used their weapons to ruthlessly pierce the ghouls who climbed on the line of defense, and before they bite the first person. Chop it into pieces, or throw it straight down, and tall soldiers maneuvering a large wooden barrel filled with fireballs, using a small trebuchet to throw the wooden barrel into the sky.

The sharpshooters or musketeers would shoot the barrel when it was about to fall into the ground, and the hot flames would sway on the ground, and at least dozens of walking corpses would be burnt to death each time. , And the archers holding the bows no longer arbitrarily open their bows. In the face of the crowded and dense formation of the undead, they don't even need to aim, but now, the situation on the battlefield requires them to do more important things.

The low-level commander who sniped the undead, only then can these **** dead be plunged into temporary chaos, and can they create opportunities for the knights galloping in front of the low wall to break the enemy.

But how many undead are in front of you?

Tens of thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Still a few million?

When the number of opponents exceeds a certain limit, it is almost meaningless for intelligent creatures. The soldiers guarding the front line even deliberately do not look at the distant earth. They are afraid, afraid that they will not be able to see that night. The scene of the black and heavy undead and natural disasters coming over will make them completely lose the courage to confront.

The mages gathered together and chanted super-large combo magic, which often has a very strong mass destruction effect, and beside them, the dwarf’s engineering artillery was roaring, and these clever little men used to clear the field. A more effective shotgun. Every shot that falls into the battlefield can completely empty an area and explode the hard frozen soil. This continuous shelling makes the whole ground be constantly beating, and it ignites. The smoke of gunpowder made this battlefield dominated by death more like hell.

But again, how many undead are in front of you? Endless!

The roar of the dragon tore through the tranquility of the sky, and their powerful breath, ploughing the ground again and again, in the dark tide, delineating a piece of no man's land, the hot or corroding dragon's breath cut the entire battlefield To be fragmented, this terrifying lethality once effectively prevented the undead from the natural disasters from advancing, and even helped the legions on the ground to continue to extend the line of defense.

But after the dense gargoyles and huge numbers of bone dragons lifted into the sky, the situation of the dragon became difficult.

Their power is strong, their power is unshakable, the only problem is that their number is too small.

"Silver Hand! Charge!"

Erigore held up the silver long sword in his hand, and the golden light enveloped him and the paladins behind him. The low-level undead could not get close to them at all, and they would be burned. These paladins were like swords. Stabbed out from the connection between the defense line and the defense line, cutting open the sea of ​​undead that was moving forward, and the Ministry of War Corps following them was responsible for eliminating these undead.

On the other side of the battlefield, the orcs also used the same method, but they were a little crazier. Under the strong crush of the tauren Kodo cavalry, any undead army that was close to the defense line would be squeezed back to the center of the battlefield. Garrosh rode on his war wolf, roaring at the death knight in front of him, and as he approached that guy, the young orc jumped up from the wolf, his **** roar in the air. There was a dull **** light.

When the light converged, the death knight's headless body hit the ground, and his head was thrown far away by the orc.

"follow me!"

Garrosh yelled behind him, and rode on the wolf to continue advancing forward. His trial was interrupted. It didn't matter. There was his battlefield and his war.

But the moment Garrosh hacked to death the second death knight, a deep shadow shone behind him from the sky. The orc suddenly raised his head and saw the black one floating in the sky above him. Scourge Floating City, a hideous four-cornered fortress exactly the same as Naxxramas, with green skull decorations.

The magic circle below the floating city was shining rapidly. Obviously, it had found its target, and the next moment, it was about to tilt its deadly magic towards Garrosh.

The orc warrior felt the threat of death at this moment, and Dranos on the other side roared and rushed in Garrosh's direction. He couldn't help watching his brother die here, but the next moment.

"boom"

The dark green heavy energy pierced the sky like a sword of death.