Azeroth Trail of Light

Garrosh looked up at the impending death circle. At this moment, his mind was blank.

The energy of death gathered above his head. Even as a warrior, he could feel the terrible magic shock coming from the circle, enough to tear him apart. He also heard Delanos, his own Brother's tearing roar.

will die!

Yes, it will definitely die!

Garrosh's first reaction was to firmly hold his weapon, Gorehowl, at this time, only it could bring him the only peace of mind.

The body of the orc warrior was straight and his eyes were wide open. At the moment of death, his reaction was like a real orc, a real warrior.

The heavy gunpowder and cold wind blew his hair. He might die, but he wouldn't just fail like that.

If there is a **** in this world, then it will certainly favor the true brave. At the moment Garrosh is ready to die generously, special magic waves rise in the sky farther away, and then four Dao's dark green heavy death energy pierced the sky.

Just like four sharp swords, they completely penetrated the floating city above Garrosh from left to right, front to back.

When the floating city was bubbling with black smoke, like a dumped hill, when it smashed downwards, Garrosh turned his head and saw four other floating cities that were jumping out of the air. They broke down at the same time. Open space, appearing in the battlefield sky of Angaza, like a dark canopy, with four green lighthouses lit up around the top of the entire line of defense.

The shape of the floating city is exactly the same as the natural disaster floating city, and even the hideous skull emblem is exactly the same, but the sky where they are located proves their belonging.

They are on their side!

When the cold wind blew, Garrosh realized that his back was soaked.

Uther stood at the top of the Blackwind Fortress, and the hunting cold wind blew his white hair behind him. The death knight looked at the sea of ​​dead spirits surging like a torrent below, and the black Saronite iron entrained under his arm. The battle helmet was carried over his head, and the death knight lord stretched out his hand to hold the death ruling behind him. This magic sword with the same origin as Frostmourne was buzzing, as if he was longing for another battle to harvest death.

"bass"

The long sword was out of its sheath, Uther sniffed the gunpowder smoke in the air deeply.

"Ah, sweet death!"

The next moment, the huge dark bat wings behind him suddenly opened, like a black battle flag flying in the air.

Sassarian, who stood behind Uther, took off the bone horn from his waist and placed it beside his mouth. Then there was a bleak and deep sound, and the sound of the horn pierced everything on the battlefield.

"Come on, let us embrace death!"

Uther took two steps forward, opening his hands nervously, as if he was about to embrace everything in front of him, and then he leaned forward and fell straight down, his body fell in the air, behind The black bat wings flapped lightly, and when it was about to fall to the ground, Uther's magic sword apocalypse cut out downward.

"boom!"

The black light blade rushed from the ground, and under Uther's will, it was like a blade that had slashed countless creatures, and slashed on the ground in front of him.

The dark curtain of light dances wildly, the screaming death behind him, and the same source of power collide in the frozen soil of the north, annihilate, and block everything, whether it is a powerful death knight or a weak walking corpse, Whether it's the huge crypt lord, or the gargoyle who just took off to dodge, or even the bone dragon soaring into the sky, all are cut to pieces.

"boom!"

Uther's feet touched the ground, and the light dissipated at this moment. In front of him, a crack of several hundred meters appeared on the ground, the edges were smooth, like a sword's edge.

It was like the silent expression of the earth grinning, like an insurmountable line, the rolling undead and natural disasters were blocked, although it was only a moment, this was the first time they were truly blocked, and that one was blocked by the black. The line cut out by Sor's best effort, that is disdain, that is revenge... that is, declare war!

"Hei Feng is here!"

Uther raised his sword forward, his voice resounding across the battlefield, "Vengeance is here!"

"Boom Boom Boom"

The words fell to the ground, and the attacking magic arrays of the four floating cities belonging to the Black Blade Knights were activated at the same time. The thick green light blades were like four sickles across the sky, smashing everything soaring in the sky to pieces.

Then the death knight riding the bone griffon, even the frost dragon, and the gargoyle belonging to them, emerged from the four floating cities and rushed towards the battlefield that seemed to be suspended for a moment on the ground.

There are humans, dwarves, elves, orcs, gnomes, goblins, and even draenei.

They are evil spirits crawling out of the **** of death, who have exhausted everything, and only exist for revenge.

Under the leadership of Uther, they are rushing towards the end of a group called destruction, either destroying the opponent or destroying themselves, but before the destruction comes, everything along the way will be ruthlessly torn apart.

No one wants to provoke them, and no one will provoke them.

Strong support!

Real strong support!

A sword pierced the head of the Crypt Lord in front of him, and the other sword in his left hand swiped down in the air. A storm of blood chopped down several death knights who were rushing in front of him. With a touch of blood, he shouted at the Duke of Bourval who was smashing a lich's head with a warhammer behind him.

"Borval, blow the trumpet! Let the soldiers charge with those death knights!"

"Drive these **** back to their hell!"

A few seconds later, the sharp horn sounded first on the human defense line, and then the war drums from the orcs, the dwarves, the elves, and finally, the command representing the offensive was conveyed to the ears of every soldier.

The gates of all the lines of defense opened almost at the same time, the knights, the infantry, and the flying units.

After the death knights of the black front began to charge, the situation of the entire battlefield began to change, especially after the high-altitude opponents were completely swept away by the magic light of the floating city, the dragons also rejoined the battlefield, and the scorching dragon's breath became the warrior. We opened the way, and the Cavaliers' charge was ready to go.

"That's it! That's it! Charge! Charge!"

The red-eyed Saurfang stood on the shoulders of the tall construction giant, swung an axe to chop off the disgusting head, and then threw it in the direction of the undead natural disasters. He wielded the giant axe in the construction. The giant smashed onto the corpse on the ground and shouted,

"Rush over and bring their heads back!"

Behind him, the roar of the war wolf and the tramp of the Kodo beast sounded together.

But this is not enough!

This is not enough! The coalition forces also need greater encouragement. In the face of the urgent natural disasters of the undead across the board, they need at least a large gap to completely separate the undead.

The will of the Lich King has also begun to show its power, especially as the heavy war machine hates the army and the more mobile and more deterrent Nerubs and death knights join the battlefield. When the Liches also start to cast spells collectively, they must maintain this. For this kind of assault momentum, the coalition forces need a gap!

Who can bring them this gap?

"Swish"

Dick's figure appeared on the hillside not far from the battlefield. He looked at everything in front of him and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, it's not too late!"

A few seconds later, the light of a portal appeared beside him. Velen walked out of the broken light with his Redeemer's staff. He was nearly two heads taller than Dick. He was standing at Dick. Beside, looking at the battlefield in the distance, whispered,

"Although I have seen more wars, each one is more tragic than the one before me, but I have to say that you are a group of magical creatures..."

"Ok?"

"I'm very curious, what kind of world can we cultivate creatures like you who never know fear and retreat? Even demons will be afraid and panic when faced with opponents several times their own, but..."

Velen raised his finger and pointed at the soldiers of all races charging on the battlefield.

"But you face more than multiple opponents. Even if this raid wins, you may be defeated in the subsequent war of attrition... But even so, you have to be desperate. Is the future bet on this war?"

"It's brave, it's very exciting, but frankly, it's not wise."

Dick did not answer immediately. His eyes were beating on the battlefield, and he finally saw the black-haired human who led the royal knights to the forefront. He pointed at him and said to Velen,

"Look, that man, his name is Varian, the king of Stormwind."

"And the green-skinned orc, his name is Thrall, the chief of Orgrimmar."

"Magnie Bronzebeard, king of Ironforge, next to his brother Muradin."

"Wearing a white uniform is Dailin Proudmoore, the ruler of Kul Tiras."

"Shandis Feathermoon, the adopted daughter of the night elf ruler."

"Hamul Runetotem, one of the only leaders of the druids."

"Kael'thas Sunstrider, you know him, he also rules a kingdom"

"There is also Old Fording, Alessandro, and me, and Uther... In the wars you have seen, will the ruler take the soldiers to rush to the invincible opponent? In the world you've stayed in, have you ever seen so many leaders of the civilized world who put aside their own safety and hatred just for a possible trouble?"

Dick turned his head, his eyes were bright and proud, his tone was calm and solemn,

"This is Azeroth. We are used to all of this. Our soldiers will protect our civilians. Our king will walk on the battlefield himself. Everything we have gone through in the past five years has taught us a truth. , Don’t retreat...because retreat represents timidity, and timidity brings destruction."

"This is Azeroth!"

"It's not perfect and full of flaws. It's not wise and at some point it feels unreasonable. It's not sensible or even a little reckless. It's not cute and can be fatal."

"But we love it..."

Dick took a deep breath, "At least I love it, I want to protect it, I want to protect this world, and everything here."

He looked at Velen who was a little surprised, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "Everyone here is for this goal. We are here for protection. Behind us is our home, so we won't go back."

"Now, it is also your home."

Dick stretched out his left hand towards Velen, "I lent you my strength, and now, it's up to you to protect it."

Velen looked at the silver-white left hand and asked in a low voice,

"You know that even the same holy light can't be merged because of the different frequencies, right?"

Dick sniffed, Anwina appeared from his shoulder, and then looked at Velen in front of him curiously.

"I know, but my holy light is not the same... when it comes to energy control skills, I'm far worse than you, so only you can do it."

Velen glanced at Anwina, his eyes flashed with surprise, and he looked at Dick again, "What did you do?"

The paladin turned his head and pointed to the Apocalypse Gate Angatha, standing in the distance.

"From this position, cut through that door... only you can do it!"

Velen's left hand was held on Dick's. He looked at the door in the distance, and then at Dick, his brows frowned, "Combining the power of two people, it can be done, but...what's the point? ? That doesn't seem to be of much help to the current situation, right?"

The Paladin grinned and put his finger to his mouth, "Shhh...a decoy!"

"Master Anvina, the Holy Light Frequency, leave it to you!"

"Don't worry! This lord goes out, absolutely no problem!"

The next moment, Dick’s holy energy flows into Velen’s body through Anvena’s transformation. The old draenei’s body shakes, and then the holy light rising to the sky tears through the sky in an instant. The dark clouds, the chants floating in the sky, and the light rain falling from the sky immediately attracted everyone's attention there.

"what is that?"

"That's... that's the Holy Light, that's...justice!"