Azeroth Trail of Light

Above the Ice Throne, under the dark sky, the Lich King was swaying his power wantonly, the cold wind was like a knife, death was like a shadow, thick and suffocating, and deep and desperate.

Hmm...not just exaggeration.

When Frostmourne waved, the first to rush forward was Uther, the death knight lord whose entire fate was entangled with Arthas, could not suppress his inner killing intent at all, old Mogg Lenny followed closely, and two giant energy swords, one black and one gold, slashed towards Arthas, but the magic sword, the seven-color rune on the ice-blue Frostmourne blade, was completely at this moment. It lights up, and there are two dark purple sharp edges on the blade.

"boom"

The death verdict and Frostmourne collided, and the two vicious swords buzzed at the same moment. The meeting of the "brothers" was obviously more "warm", and the eyes of Alsace and Uther were also here. When they met for a moment, the pair of master and disciple pulled back their swords almost at the same time and bumped into each other again.

"boom"

"I crossed the sea of ​​death to find you... Alsace, I swear by my name, you are dead! Just today!"

"puff"

As soon as Uther’s words fell, a hot sword with a golden light pierced Alsace’s chest frontally, but Mograine’s face did not have any joy in killing his opponent, because Alsace simply Without defense, he was like letting the Ashbringer pass through his body.

"Hehe...what big talk..."

Arthas turned his head to look at the long sword pierced into his chest. He tilted his head and looked at the solemn faces of Mograine and Uther, with a cruel smile on his mouth.

"Do you really think...you can kill me on my "sacred" land? Do you really think that the death that I have has only that little power?"

"Oh, stupid!"

"Go back!"

Saurfang felt that something was wrong for the first time. He rushed to the rescue. Faster than him was Dick, who was transformed into thunder and lightning, and Velen raised his hand to cover the heavy shield of Mograine and Uther. But in the next moment, a black light flashed through everyone's eyes, like black lightning passing through the sky.

Uther, Mograine, Saurfang, Dick...this powerful united together that can break almost any capital in the world, was forced back by Arthas...no, forced back. This word is too commendable, from Mograine's broken armor, the scar on Uther's chest that almost penetrates his chest, and the panting Dick who appeared in the previous position and Saurfang who was holding his arm. It can be seen that their combined offensive was completely repelled under the sword of Arthas.

"This is impossible!!"

Uther's dry voice was filled with unbelievable anger. He looked at Arthas, whose body was recovering quickly, like an irritated tiger, "How could you...strengthen so much!"

"Hehe... do you think I will tell you?"

Alsace laughed and slashed the rushing Fording away with a sword, like an adult waving a bat bullying a group of children with no hands. Obviously, he didn't go out to fight the enemy before. The reason is here, he is almost invincible within the Ice Throne!

He wanted to rush to everyone. A golden barrier rose from the ground, blocking him out of the center. Velen maintained the golden barrier with his left hand, and the staff in the other hand was lightly tapped in the air, restoring the same for everyone. Injuries caused in a flash.

"Ahem... it's the sword!"

Dick rubbed his chest, stood up with the fire of justice, and said in a low voice and quickly, "Remember the news from Prager? It seems to be true now!"

The paladin’s gaze fell on the screaming Frostmourne, "We all underestimated the sword... Every time a person is killed, it will draw a person’s soul and bless a bit of strength in the sword. How many people did Arthas kill on him? No one knows..."

"Well, you are right, Dick!"

Arthas also heard the Paladin’s explanation. He smashed the golden barrier in front of him with a single sword, and let the golden light fall on him, stirring up black vortexes. He laughed, as if With the winning ticket in hand, he stretched out his left hand, two white rays of light gathered in the palm of his hand into a high-speed spinning ball of frost, and he threw the thing in the direction of everyone.

"Frostmourne is the strongest artifact in this world! Blood is used to show its sharpness, and the soul eats its power! Under the blessing of the strongest power in this world, who can you be my opponent? No Man! Even God... has to fall in front of me!"

The high-speed spinning ball of frost exploded around everyone, but it could not hurt anyone. The most powerful warriors of Azeroth gathered here. It was not so simple for Arthas to kill them. But at this time, he has a refreshing feeling of cat and mouse. He summoned dozens of tall Vrykul necromancers, entangled others, and then held his sword in the wind and snow, and walked quickly. Walking towards Velen, he instinctively told him that this demigod draenei old priest, this guy who can almost heal any damage in an instant, is the most critical person in this battle.

Of course, while rolling up the dark hurricane to wipe out the hammer of light that Old Fording smashed over, while summoning hordes of gargoyles to harass the heroes’ offenses, he did not forget to mock,

"A weak and feeble attack like just now... You have to kill me more than 2 million times, but I don't think you have that chance... Kneel to me! Otherwise, die!"

"Keng"

The Frostmourne that was slashed towards Velen was blocked by the warhammer burning with silver flames. The silver flames collided with the darkness of light and shadow. Under the thunder, Dick's head lifted and the edges of his eyes sparkled. With a golden streamer, behind him, three pairs of golden wings kept flapping, and the sound of the hymn resounded throughout the audience. With the blessing of 50% of the power of the Holy Avenger, it quickly threw it to Di Under the surging of the super blessing on Ke's body, this was the first time that Arthas's sword was blocked by a stable block.

"It looks like you are not as strong as you think! My Majesty the Lich King..."

Dick looked at the indifferent eyes under the helmet of dominance, as if he had seen another barren world, "The human body still binds you, even if Frostmourne can bless the power infinitely, your body is already It determines the upper limit of your strength...Look, you are just so..."

"What about that? Dick...even if you see through the secret, what about it? In my eyes...you are just a little stronger... ants... ants, how can you kill me? Don't Just kidding! Accept your destiny!"

Arthas was not in a panic. He retracted his sword and slashed it again. The dark storm pierced Dick’s light shield in an instant, but before he cut the paladin’s body, he was stunned. The tattered, scarred iron shield blocked it tightly.

Dick took a step back under the heavy blow. He gritted his teeth and endured the soreness of his arm.

"Not very good! But I want to say... You really underestimated us!"

In the next moment, the voice of the Paladin resounded in the cold wind that roared like a storm from the entire Ice Throne, resounding through everyone’s ears,

"Destroy the ice peak on the throne and cut him from the Soul Forge! The souls stored in Frostmourne are limited, don't be fooled by him!"

"boom"

As soon as Dick's words fell, Arthas was really angry. The Lich King held the sword in both hands. The dark blade was in the air and could not even see the shadow. He hit Dick three times in a row and completely removed Dick from Velen. Before "smashing" out, Frostmourne was not enough to destroy the strength of Aggramar's Shield, but Dick's arm was still shaken out of blood. After all, Arthas was a demigod, even if he couldn't kill with one blow, But the power of his every strike now is similar to that of Dick in his full state.

Without the support of Old Velen, the strongest priest of Azeroth, the Paladin would have collapsed because of his injuries.

But just as his dark blade was about to pierce Velen’s shield, Uther’s dark bat wings again filled the gap where Dick was knocked into flight at this moment, and the death ruling and Frostmourne were again After a collision, Uther took a few steps back to stabilize his figure. At this time, Arthas was really like a beast that could not be stopped at all, and the brutal force was terrifying.

Arthas repulsed Uther and appeared in front of him, still with the tattered shield. This time the shield struck more fiercely, and the scorching light also tore through his dark shield, Dick The Juli of Alsace slammed Arthas' head to the other side, and his neck made a crackling sound, but the Lich King didn't care!

He will not die, so in the first place, he launched a counterattack.

The sword shadow of Frostmourne whizzed across Dick’s chest, and the Paladin stepped back like a lightning strike, and then was covered by Velen’s left hand, who hurried over, on his shoulder, with Frostmourne on his chest. After that, a wound full of the power of darkness was left, and the darkness and the holy light collided, fighting frantically.

And the next moment, from the silent Velen's palm, the beating light instantly smoothed the wound. Dick took a deep breath and mobilized MAX's holy energy, after Uther was cut and flew by a sword. , Once again made up his position.

The trio has taken shape, not for killing, not for destruction, just to stop Alsace's attack!

At this moment, Dick faded from the hero's aura, he was like a real soldier, rushing up again and again without fear.

Uther also became a reliable deputy T, and when Dick retreated, he stepped forward to stop Arthas.

The wave of holy light rolled up by Anvina hard to kill the siege of more and more dead spirits, Dick himself, in the cold wind, cooperated with the holy light chain thrown by Velen, Uther's death Grip, holding a warhammer and heavy shield, with an ugly posture, even similar to a stalker, trying to entangle the currently unshakable Arthas. On the other side, Old Fording, Mograine and Saru Farr, Woking, these people also lost the aura of heroes, like pawns driven by others, desperately attacking the five solid ice peaks.

The power of holy light, the power of death, the power of anger, the power of voodoo...the light and shadow flying all over the sky completely illuminate this eternal dark sky. All of this, on this throne, there is no hero...but Everyone is a hero. For a great goal, noble sacrifice is necessary. It's just a mere name. From Alsace without a word, under the obstruction of Dick and Velen, he struggled towards the throne. The appearance of the head start has clearly explained everything...Here is his culprit!

"Don't think about it... past!"

Dick held the shield of Aggramar, blocking it in front of him, and holding the fire of justice with a short handle in his other hand, the holy light was burning like a golden wall of fire, blocking it in front of Arthas. , Behind him, is the ladder leading to the top of the throne, behind him, is his companion, he will never step back!

"Go away! Ant! My patience is exhausted!"

Arthas waved a burst of extremely cold ice, smashing at Dick like a gust of wind, but under the almost invincible defense of the Shield of Aggramar, he only repelled Dick by two steps, and he walked up the throne ladder. Dick turned into a thunder and lightning, and leaped forward. The golden Raikage hit the wall-like blood-colored shield on the surface of his body and smashed a crack.

Uther rushed out from the cold wind nearby, and the death ruling slashed precisely on the crack, completely tore off Arthas’s spiritual shield, and the death ruling's blade once again pierced the Lich King’s chest.

That force was so violent that it made Arthas step back down the stairs. As for the fatal injury, he didn't care!

"I've said it all! Give it to me, get out!"

Frostmourne slashed over, and this blow was mixed with Alsace's real anger. In the air where the blade went, there even appeared a black space rift. Uther's expression changed drastically, and the bat behind it Wings opened and retreated quickly, and the Lich King no longer cared about his "demeanor", he angrily pointed Frostmourne at Dick, the next moment, the ice coffin that appeared once in the Dragonblight Wilderness, appeared again , But the trick that has been used once, for the Paladin, there is no threat.

At the moment Frostmourne's sword turned to him, Dick's figure immediately turned into thunder and disappeared in place, and this ice coffin was lost!

But Alsace, who was troubled by Dick and Uther, also got a gap!

The magic sword in his hand was raised to the sky, and the black thunder and lightning were constantly beating on the blade. The purple soul was flying from the blade, like a purple shadow, spinning fast around Arthas, as well as his indifferent voice. , And Dick's solemn expression to the extreme, he knew what Arthas was going to do.

"Woking!"

"Frostmourne... hungry!"

With the deepest voice of Arthas, he slammed Frostmourne directly into the large platform under his feet. At this moment, the almost endless frost storm pierced the ground from the sword, rushing in all directions. In the past, it was like an invincible iron hoof stepping on everything in front of you, the entire Ice Throne was shaking, and even the entire Icecrown Glacier was shaking.

Countless purple soul storms are mixed in it, like the gate of **** being opened, like a roaring dragon smashing at everything around, constantly tearing, constantly screaming, just like the extreme of anger , Just like a storm of destruction that Azeroth has never seen before, the entire floor of the Ice Throne was completely torn apart in this storm, no one can survive this kind of attack...it's no longer Then there was the attack of Arthas alone, this was the collective offensive of the endless souls in the entire Frostmourne Blade.

"Ha ha ha... I no longer have problems, and no more questions. You... you, you are... the most powerful warrior in Azeroth. Even the power of thousands of souls cannot be added. Break you down! Your tenacity surprised me..."

Arthas stood up in the purple and frosty white storm. He held Frostmourne in his hands, his low voice mixed with triumphant laughter.

"But is justice really driving you? I'm curious, Fording, Mograine, Dick...you unite and send the world's most powerful warriors to me. This is just right. I want it!"

"Your silent sacrifice will receive my praise. Witness it with your own eyes, and I will transform you from corpses into my strongest warriors. Azeroth will fall into chaos in your hands! To destruction! And you, Dick ...You betrayer, you will be the first corpse."

"Hahahahaha! I will enjoy this irony! I will..."

Arthas's passionate voice announcing victory came to the end of his mouth after the purple endless storm ended slightly, but just as he raised Frostmourne and was about to resurrect the corpses... he suddenly felt something , The next moment, the light pierced the pervasive soul storm, and Arthas could not help but let out an unquenchable exclamation.

"How is this possible! You guys are... still alive!!"

"Ahem...I said, you look down on us too much! That magic sword can't kill us... Arthas! In order to kill you... how could we be killed by you so easily... ."