Azeroth Trail of Light

"Tick...Tick..."

The water dripping from the top of the rock strata hits the already somewhat weathered stone platform. At the bottom of the stone platform, the artisans of the Nerubians have meticulously carved, and the historical pictures of the Nerubians have been a little blurred. Elapsed, suspending the heavy platform in the dark and silent space, like a golden streamer, at the moment when the light is condensed, a touch of golden and blue magical edge shines on Anub'arak’s head, old Fording His white hair was blown back and his body was like a protruding arc. The moment he jumped up in the air, all the kinetic energy and all the power were perfectly gathered in the battle of Shadowsorrow. Axe on.

"boom"

The huge forelimbs collided with the battle axe, and a slash mark appeared on Anub'arak's battle-scarred forelimbs, and the mysterious armband was also completely shattered by the blow.

On the ground of the suspended throne where the Crypt Lord's limbs stood, four cracks appeared, and under the continuous suppression of the great force exerted by Old Fording, the cracks began to spread around.

This has carried the throne of Nerub's Nerubian civilization for tens of thousands of years. In this battle, it began to collapse, just like the history of the Nerubian Kingdom that has already collapsed.

"Swish"

Orange light and shadow splashed all over, and Anub'arak's head was deflected outward by the light arrow at this moment. In the carapace above his head, an impact depression appeared, and the light arrow smashed his hard shell. , Black blood flows out of it.

On the edge of the hanging throne not far away, a look of indifferent Rogerio? Chasing the stars, has once again opened the exquisite and magnificent starlight longbow in his hand that is as beautiful as a work of art. Another brilliant orange arrow of light automatically appeared between Rogerio's fingers.

The high elf ranger with a black blindfold and a scar on his face is silent and does not have much sense of existence, but when he draws his bow, even Anub'arak will feel a presence. Threats are boiling.

"Whizzing"

The light arrow flew out, and at the same time there was another bone long arrow. Death did not make Lor'themar weak. On the contrary, this ranger lord, under the temper of death, has become more tenacious, like a real The sharpened blade was holding high and struck Anub'arak's neck.

The Crypt Lord wanted to dodge, but under the obstruction of Fording and Shadowmourne, its blocking movement was obviously deformed. The light arrow pierced his eyes and pierced the carapace under the face, while the bone arrow was tricky. Following the joint between the carapace, drilled from the abdomen of the Crypt Lord, most of the arrow body pierced into his body.

Just the horn of the beginning of the battle made the battle completely into the heat. On the throne where the first king of the Nerubian Nerubian was born in the past, the last King of the Nerubian Nerubian may also fall here.

Ah, the beginning of a civilization, the dimness of a civilization,

The blood of the king will spill over the broken throne,

In the darkness of complete destruction, there may also be a ray of hope.

In short, the world is impermanent, who knows?