Azeroth Trail of Light

The top layer of Icecrown Citadel is the Ice Throne, which is where Arthas is located.

After Dick and others rushed into the Icecrown Citadel, Alsace did not go out of his throne to defend his enemies, and he did not even summon the subordinates scattered around the entire Icecrown Glacier. To be honest, this is not a trick. Things that are pleasing to people, especially for the soldiers who have rushed into this dark fortress, this unexpected situation makes people a little worried.

But there will be no less battles...no one wants to be blocked by his **** subordinates in Icecrown Citadel when fighting Alsace.

"Varana is dead...you killed him. Even though I don't like him, I feel I have a responsibility to avenge him!"

Before the Crimson Hall, a low voice reverberated in the hall. The voice was hazy and evil, and the goosebumps in the whole body were constantly trembling, but it was not because of the cold.

The high elf wearing a black robe stood on the edge of his high platform, his narrow gaze swept towards the Paladin who walked into the hall, the sharp teeth at the corner of his mouth were shining out of his lips at this moment, but on the other side, his companion raised it. A long sword inlaid with green jewels,

"Well, Keleseth, this is not an opponent you can kill casually, we'd better find some companions."

Saying this, the green robe-wrapped Sarin swept Dick’s body with malicious eyes, but the paladin did not look at him, but instead cast his gaze on the orbs on the heads of the two blood princes. .

It is a giant sphere watered by blood and composed of flowing blood. It is full of blood and it is suspended on the highest level of the Crimson Hall, like a light, spreading the bright red light to the entire hall. For this kind of Sarinians who live by sucking blood, it is definitely a real treasure. Bathed in this blood light, their bodies hardly feel hunger and thirst.

But what the Paladin cares about is the extra effect of this orb.

After 2 seconds, his gaze finally fell on Kereses and Tadalam in front of him. He pondered for a moment and asked,

"I guess this orb is blocking the way to the Ice Throne, right?"

The two blood princes looked at him and squeezed their weapons. Obviously they knew where this Paladin came from and what kind of character it was, but they didn't seem to be going to answer his question. Dick pursed his mouth, and just talked to the top of the steeple. After the high-level undead of smashed, he was somewhat exhausted. After all, it was a real effort to kill Alsace’s elite army with one person. He didn’t want to fight meaninglessly, so he continued to ask.

"Then can you help me open the way to the Ice Throne?"

The blood prince also did not speak. The next moment, the closed doors on the left and right of the Crimson Hall opened suddenly at this moment, and the bodies of the Sarines who rushed out of the resting place turned into blood shadows in the air, rushing in the air, and finally landed, killing Di Ke Tuantuan surrounded.

"So... this is your answer?"

Dick's left hand stroked the hilt of the Wind Chasing Sword behind his back. A golden light spirit and a blue water spirit also appeared on his shoulder one by one. The Paladin took a look at his eyes and strode from the high platform. The blood prince who walked down shook his head.

"It seems we still have to fight."

"We have a quantitative advantage! Dick, you are no more than a heroic paladin, this is where your bones are buried!"

Facing the provocation of Keresses, the Paladin tilted his head and said to Anvina who was sitting on his shoulder,

"He said they have a quantitative advantage..."

"beat him!"

Ten minutes later, Dick’s long sword pierced the chest of the Sarin soldier who was blocking him, and then took a step forward, pressing his scorching left hand on the forehead of Kairesses who was trying to escape, and the paladin’s face. There are also several wounds caught by these **** vampires. Behind him, nearly a hundred Saaine vampires turned into charcoal in the surging tide of holy light, and Prince Ramtar was in the fight just now. , Was pierced through his chest by Anvina and Reishe one after another, elemental energy exploded in his body, and his death was extremely miserable.

"Look, this is your quantitative advantage."

Dick stepped on the struggling Sarein’s chest under his feet. He looked at Keresses with horror in his eyes, and suddenly lost his interest in joking with this guy. His left hand and With a slight force on his right foot, the scorching light pierced Keleseth's forehead and Sarin's cold heart like a knife.

"puff"

The last bit of blood was sprayed on the ground of the Crimson Hall, and the blood prince’s godless gaze was finally scattered in a crimson red hall. His quantitative advantage became a joke. The wave of light is a weapon against any undead group, and the speed of the paladin's thunder light is almost the same as the agile fighting method of Xalin. It can only be said that they chose the wrong opponent.

Dick doesn't need an army...because he can fight an army himself.

Anvina flapped her wings and flew to the side of the blood orb. She waved the fire of justice in her hand, yelled twice, and smashed the red, flowing orb in front of her with a hammer. The opposing energies were constantly opposing and extinguishing in the orb, and finally exploded the orb, and the bright red light spread all over the corner of the crimson hall at this moment.

At the same time, behind Dick, inside the giant icicle that runs through the entire Icecrown Citadel, a low "click" sounded at the same time.

The Paladin looked back, and a cold white light had begun to flow on the icicles inside the Icecrown Citadel, which represented... the road to the Throne of Arthas was opened.

"Ah, righteous warriors, I've been waiting for you for a long time, come, come to me...I will kindly grant you the final death, you are worth my own hands!"

At this moment, Alsace’s voice sounded in the ears of everyone inside the Icecrown Citadel. Old Fording, Saurfang, Velen, and Mo who just pulled the Ashbringer out of Dr. Putriside’s heart Gleny, at this moment, turned his gaze to a higher place, Arthas had already issued an invitation, and now they should give him an answer.

"bass"

The Ashbringer who shined like a beam of light was carried by Mograine. He turned and left from this hall. Behind him, the distorted body of Dr. Putriside was in the flames of holy light. , Continuously burning, and soon, the flame grew bigger and bigger, and finally turned into ashes on the ground, blowing into the filthy air in the cold wind of the Icecrown Citadel.

In the clearing below him, the troll chief Vol'jin manipulates the mysterious power of shadows. He emerges from behind the huge suture monster that sprays green ooze. The wooden spear engraved with ancient runes suddenly passes through. The brain of the disgusting creature named Rotten Gut, when the monster fell, the body of the Shadow Hunter reappeared on one side of the clearing.

He shook the green slime on his spear, put it behind his back, then picked up his red war blade from the ground and walked towards the icicle in the deepest part of Icecrown Citadel.

Before the icicle, Woking met Uther. He ended the battle earlier than him. The indifferent death knight lord glanced at the troll chief, snorted, and strode into the surface of the icicle. Among the surging white cold light, Woking didn't take it seriously. The trenches between life and death are not so easy to cross. Even though they are in the same camp, Uther is undoubtedly the most special one, but this gap does not exist for a day. Two days later, that sentence is still there, and there are more important things to do now.

Afterwards, he strode into the surging light. Behind them, elite assault soldiers, whether it was the orcs from Orgrimmar, the tauren from Thunder Bluff, or the ironforge. The dwarves, or even the proud elves, under the leadership of their respective commanders, struggled against every line of defense in Icecrown Citadel.

Soldiers against soldiers, against generals, everyone has their own opponents. Before Alsace gives the lead, they must persevere to win the last time for these most fearless and brave warriors, outside the Icecrown Citadel. Hundreds of thousands of people are fighting alongside them on the battlefield of Angasa, in the Echo Valley, and across the entire Icecrown Glacier, and the result of their battle will undoubtedly change the fate of the entire world.

And at this time, when Woking recovered from the brief vertigo of teleportation, on the ground in front of him, it was the Ice Throne towering above the Icecrown Glacier, on a large platform nearly 300 meters in diameter. , His companions stood in front, holding swords in their hands, and on the other side of the platform, in the center of an ice peak that looked like a palm opening towards the sky, a carved Frost Throne stood there.

Nearly 10 meters higher than the platform, in the center is a section of icy stairs that hangs down. It looks unusually thick in the cold wind and falling snow. On the throne, the one wearing ice-blue skull armor with a helmet of dominance and hands The sorrowful figure holding the magic sword Frostmourne sat there, like a king sitting on the throne. The cold wind blew his bone-white hair, and the light shining in his eyes was more than any ice wind. cold.

It's like the endless whistling of this northern land.

"Alsace... here we are!"

Old Fording stepped forward. There were still scars left on his body that were made black by the flames of Lord Malgalo’s soul, but his old and firm eyes were not afraid of the one sitting on the throne. The Death King stared at each other without flinching. Behind him, Dick, Mograine, Uther, Woking, Saurfang, Velen, the most powerful people in the world stood there, They formed a stronger whole and challenged Alsace.

"Ha ha ha... the light of self-proclaimed justice has finally come... I have been looking forward to it for too long, but I have a question..."

Arthas stood up from the throne. He stood there with open arms. The howling cold wind and snowflakes suddenly expanded several times at this moment, blowing everyone's hair and clothing horns, mixed with Arthas. With a hint of mockery,

"Should I put aside Frostmourne and beg for your forgiveness? Fording, oh yes, and my dear teacher, Mr. Uther, and my Mograine, my most loyal friend and Subordinates, Dick Knight...and you, dirty beasts, and a creature...I don't know, in order to fight death, you even joined forces with the beasts. Am I deeply honored?"

"We will make you die happy, Arthas!"

The old Mograine received news of the death of his rebellious son Renault from Dalyan. He was not sad about Renault's ending, but seeing the culprit in front of him who caused his son to fall, the old knight's anger was almost impossible. In other words, Uther took a step forward. His voice was extremely cold, and the death verdict was constantly buzzing in his hands. This magic sword was also looking forward to meeting his "brother" again.

"For you who committed countless crimes, this is the greatest kindness!"

"Ha ha ha, kindness!"

At this moment, Arthas's voice became low and deep, as if adding a tremolo, the entire Ice Throne began to shake, not only the black energy, but also the purple soul, all from the Ice Throne behind him Ascending, accompanied by a heavy snow storm, wrapped around Arthas's body.

"Let me tell you what kindness is! When everything is over, you will kneel and beg for my forgiveness... and I will "kindly" reject you, and your painful wailing will become my endless strength. The best proof! Don't worry... I will let you see all this alive!"

The Lich King strode down the stairs, and his voice became thicker and thicker, like thunder in the sky, accompanied by the swaying of the entire Ice Throne, constantly bombarding everyone’s ears, just like before the end of the world. The sorrow of the whole earth

"You will be the sharpest sword in my hand, and you will completely subvert this weak world for me... I want a dead world, from here! From now... from now on!"