Azeroth Trail of Light

The hustle and bustle of the battlefield of Angasa still does not affect the interior of the Icecrown Fortress, but compared to the battlefield where the raging fire is almost burning the sky, the battle in this cold fortress is not inferior at all.

Old Fording took the Paladin to destroy the bottom of the platform, and the newly resurrected Lord Marrowgar had fallen into a desperate situation.

It is said that this is a twisted creature born in the experiment of Ner'zhul's development of undead bones. Using a thousand dead bones that he defeated, it was cast in the endless flames of the soul furnace. It was strange and powerful, just like that in a mortal nightmare. A concrete representation of an indescribable fear.

It has four completely different heads of white bones, including humans, orcs, elves, and an unknown creature. His body has only the upper part, and those are like undead with randomly matched bones swelling inside. Under the gathering of the fire, they arranged in a chaotic form on his chest. Behind him, there were four curved, sharp, off-white, spider-like claws.

It does not fall to the ground, but floats on the ground in a way that ordinary people cannot imagine.

It is the gatekeeper of Icecrown Citadel and an opponent that must be defeated by the warriors who try to go deeper!

Its howling shook everyone's hearts. There is no doubt that this is a powerful and tricky guy. In order to deal with him, Old Fording and Saurfang, the two top powerhouses, once again chose to join forces.

This hideous skeletal beast holds its own bone battle axe in both hands, and every blow will leave an icy blue piercing flame on the compressed battlefield that is getting narrower and narrower. Not long after, the entire battlefield is almost covered by this. This kind of flame that hurts the soul is wrapped up. The existence of this kind of flame eliminates the possibility of ordinary soldiers attacking it-but any existence whose soul is not strong enough can barely last for 5 minutes in this flame.

Its huge body blocked the icy passage leading to the hall further back, and seemed to be still performing its duties as a gatekeeper, but in fact, the wall of ice on the other side of the battlefield had been cut open by a sharp blade. A fissure full of cracks, obviously, the janitor has failed.

But it is obviously unrealistic to keep this giant beast on the battlefield. For the soldiers, this thing is simply a **** of death! Someone must shoulder the responsibility of getting rid of it.

"I'll contain it!"

Old Fording waved his left hand back, holding the black-blue battle axe that envelops the purple soul light and bravely rushed into the blue flames. The heavy holy light swelled behind him, forming a shield on all sides. Helped him withstand the invading soul flame.

Malogar's bone-heavy axe slashed at the rushing old Fording for the first time. When the tomahawk was in mid-air, it lit a faint blue blade, but the old Fording did not flash. Unavoidably raised his battle axe and slammed up.

The bodies of the two are not on the same level at all, like a mouse challenging the giant, but Old Fording has no fear on his face.

"boom"

The two weapons fought together, and the scorching holy light in Old Fording's body broke out completely at this moment. The dazzling and brilliant light was scattered by the heavy blow, and it was sprayed on the surrounding blue flames like rain of light. This kind of completely different energy collision made the faint blue fire around the old knight almost extinguished at this moment as if it had encountered heavy pressure from the sky.

The unstoppable charge of Lord Malogar was also forcibly stopped at this moment, and this time stopping gave the deadly blade that had been wandering on the edge of the battlefield a chance to enter.

"Eat me!"

The substantive sound waves were beamed into a ball and slammed into Lord Marrowgar’s head from mid-air. The brainless beast was slammed by the battle roar, and his body shook. In this deadly stagnation, blood The red figure is like a huge boulder flying out of a trebuchet, tracing a blood-colored arc in the air, the spine battle axe in his hand is rounded, and it is accurately cut in the center of its four heads.

The rage flowed through Saurfang’s arms, the sharp edges of the battle axe, the blood-red light was even more gloomy, and the forceful impact of the lethal blow made him almost completely take the head of Lord Malgallo. Cut it open, but in the end it failed to complete the blow, and only cut away its two heads, but even so, the threat of another death caused a twisted monster to wake up from its stagnation.

The faint blue flame sprayed out from the gaps in every bone of its body, dyeing Malgallo into the form of a flame element.

The moment before the flame extended to the battle axe, the orc warrior's left foot kicked on the edge of the bone behemoth's head, and the whole body fell towards the rear.

"Almost, Fording, leave it to you!"

Saurfang’s voice was heard from the scorching sound of the scorching blue flame on the ground. The four sharp claw blades behind the giant white bone also suddenly opened at this moment, stabbing into the air from four directions. Saurfang, back and forth, completely sealed the space for him to dodge.

The corner of the old orc's mouth grinned, and **** anger sprang up on his body again, his left fist stretched backwards, and under the strong envelopment of anger, the spiral fist blasted out, hitting the one in front of him. Root bone claw blade.

"Click"

Half of the gray-white giant bone spur flew out from the place where the warrior and the giant beast collided, and nailed to the frost wall in the distance.

But in the next moment, the other three sharp blades rushed out from below and behind his body, and Saurfang was about to be penetrated.

"Feel the anger of my soul!"

"boom!"

The purple energy storm exploded in all directions, and the roaring soul storm ripped through everything it could destroy, whether it was the blue flame, the body of Lord Malgallo, or the whole The halls that were all covered by ice were all suffering from the frenzied destruction of Shadowmourne's soul power at this moment.

Cracks, storms, and the concrete manifestations of this power make Malgalo, who is about to make a one-hit kill, a huge, twisted, evil body at this moment, as if it was put on a layer of invisible shackles, and its body was faintly blue. The flames of the soul of color oscillated constantly, as weak as candlelight in the wind.

For this undead creature that has no physical protection in nature, the soul storm erupted from Sun Luo Wanxiang is almost 100% powerful, and it has all been endured by this unlucky behemoth. Its soul has not yet exploded in Shadowmourne. The destruction of the Sanluo Vientiane is enough to prove the strength of this monster itself.

But...it has no chance.

"Crack"

The figure of Old Fording holding an axe jumped directly above Malgallo's trembling body. He held the ice-blue battle axe in both hands and held it above his head. The golden sea of ​​holy light surged behind him. Moving, the seven cold runes on the battle axe were lit one by one. At this moment, light and darkness were completely integrated.

It's like the last judge.

This was the old knight who had reached the top of the Paladin of Azeroth. His eyes seemed so indifferent only when he looked at these completely unsaved creatures.

"Repent, monster!"

This was the last voice Margallo heard.

"Don't you understand your ignorance!"

"Do you still resist this great power?"

On the platform directly above the battlefield of Margallo, the new leader of the curse sect, the mysterious Lady Deathwhisper, is desperately fighting against the opponent who is so powerful that she is almost desperate.

She waved her hands, the huge shadow arrows and curse spells appeared in her palms like eating and drinking water, and then she was thrown at the **** draenei on the opposite side!

Her most sacred preacher hall was already in a mess at this time. Dozens of black scorched corpses were lying on the ground engraved with religious patterns. It was her most sincere and most powerful believer, the dark world. The strongest group of people, but in front of this draenei who appeared with a substantial ocean of holy light, they didn't even have the power to resist, and they were lit up by a wave of holy light ripples. The darkness and death in the place were burned by the purifying fire.

Even Ms. Death Whisperer herself was already embarrassed to the extreme at this time. The mask she used to cover her face had been burned out in the confrontation just now, revealing her real face.

Skeleton... Yes, like Kel'Thuzad, she is a Lich... a powerful Lich loyal to the Lich King. She can even be said to be one of the most powerful wizards in the world. But when faced with this **** old draenei, she was not much better than a kid who was just learning magic.

Facing her attack, the draenei didn't even need to fight back, that layer of holy light covering the surface of the body would not even be destroyed, that was another layer of power that was completely qualitatively changed.

That is no longer an opponent she can fight against... It is an existence far beyond her level, and it makes people tremble even thinking about it... A demigod!

Unlike the shock of Lady Deathwhisper, Old Velen's heart was not fluctuating at this time. He looked at the dying struggling Lich with a look mixed with compassion and calm. His order in Argus was about to perish. During that period of time, I saw countless poor people who were as crazy as her.

Yes, even though she has dedicated her whole body and soul to the Lich King, in Velen's eyes, this is just a poor man who went astray. She was stunned by the power, but she didn't know the price of this power. It's so heavy, like Velen's once tribe...that **** memory.

"Come on! Cheer for the pure form!"

Ms. Death Whisperer seems to have inherited the talents of the best priests. Even in battle, the chattering is boring. She raised the staff in her hand, her whole body floated in the air, and the heavy death energy was constantly in the air. Converging and spinning in her body, like a vortex of death energy, it seemed that she was about to become a new form, a more powerful form.

"Meaningless!"

Old Velen was awakened by the surging energy from his memories. He raised his eyes and glanced at the howling Lady Deathwhisper. The Redeemer's Staff in his hand touched the ground lightly, the next moment , A ball of holy light that was as heavy as a real warhammer broke through the air and hit the top of Lady Deathwhisper. The layers of mana shields were completely shattered by this blow, and then the scorching sacred fire licked it. On her bones.

"Ahhhh! This pain! Ahhhh!"

"This is purification... may your soul rest in peace, poor lost one!"

The old draenei turned and left with his staff. The golden flame he threw was wrapped around the body of the death whisperer, constantly killing the dark energy in her body, turning her into a chain hanging in the sky. Pillar of fire.

Velen is indeed not good at fighting, but this is only for opponents of the same level, Lady Deathwhisper... not even qualified to become an opponent.

Three minutes later, a cloud of black ashes accompanied by the extinguishing of the golden flames fell on the already completely silent hall. Listening carefully, it seemed that there was still a scream.

"All this...all this...is...all in the master's...plan...in..."