Azeroth Trail of Light

The other end of the battlefield that determines the fate of the world is not on the Ice Throne, but it is definitely not too far away.

At the moment when the battle between the heroes and Arthas began, the purple souls scattered in the soul furnace became more turbulent, walking in this deep, indifferent passage full of death breath, entangled by extremely cold currents. The body of Jaina also felt a little bit of cold.

Kirin Tor’s battle mages swayed the humiliation suffered by Dalaran in the form of a storm of rage among the undead groups in front of those trying to block the way. The steel beams of black Saronite were intertwined and built. Among the metal cobweb-like buildings, the layout is the most elite part of Alsace's command.

But even for them, in the face of a menacing, vengeful army led by three archmages, it was nothing.

Bronjam, the father of the souls guarding the front end of the soul furnace, stood hard in front of the road leading to the deepest point, but in this mage duel, he was defeated from the beginning.

It is not easy to pick one of the three wizards on the opposite side, let alone the scene where they attacked at the same time. The hatred of Jaina and Ronin, the senior brothers and sisters, has accumulated to the extreme. They acted fiercely, mercilessly, and hot. The fireball storm and the extremely cold white ice stream kept colliding around Bronjam's body, and he struggled to extract purple power from the soul furnace to form a shield.

But at the moment when the shield was just formed, Khadgar's squinted eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and his left hand was raised, and the three mixed purple arcanes burst into the air in the form of energy spears, in the souls. 1 meter in front of the father's eyes, it quickly split again, and accurately hit the magic node beside Bronjam.

Arcane is not as violent as flames, nor as sharp as ice, but its unique blasting effect can completely explode the magic nodes that have just been closed in an instant, and the soul shield that has just formed is also slightly cracked. In the click, it turned into a chaotic purple force, which dissipated around Bronjam's body.

Poor father of the souls, this mage with a ruthless character can only activate the magical ornaments on his body, trying to block the storm from coming, but unfortunately, facing Ronin and Jaina. Level mage, a magical ornament, almost no different from paper.

"Repent in hell! Fool!"

Jaina manipulated the original stream. Under her will, the white ice magic power was almost perfectly connected to the window opened by Khadgar, accompanied by the waving of Miss Mage’s fingers, irregular, cold ice. In the blink of an eye, Bronjam's small body was completely frozen.

Ice magic is good at controlling. Although this kind of freeze may be broken by Bronjam only by instigating magic power, Ronin is not leaving the opportunity to him.

The current leader of Dalaran, who is always smiling, stepped onto Bronjam's side in the shattered light of the flashing technique, breathing clearly in his chest. The next moment, a dragon head composed entirely of flame appeared on top of his head. , And then a fire storm that was as scorching as dragon flame spurted out of it.

Melting steel?

No... the dragon's breath technique used by a great mage like Luo Ning can even ignite a small city in an instant. The sufficient magic power in their body and the deep contact with the magic net give them more delicate manipulation of magic power. For the mage, the more delicate the magic manipulation, it means the greater the magic power thrown by each one.

The dragon's breath technique in front of me may be weaker than Kael'thas, the first person of fire magic, but for a magician like Bronjam, who is not a top-level magician, he is unprotected and imprisoned. In the same place, the end of this dragon's breath technique is...

"boom"

Most of his body was thrown out by the charred corpse, and the flames poured into his brain from his eyes, mouth and ears destroyed his life in an instant.

The magic shield and distance are the life of the mage. Unfortunately, Bronjam violated this rule... so he died miserably.

"Clean up here!"

Ronin waved his hand to give a new order to the Kirin Tor battle mage behind him. The three leaders left the team. Liadrin, who took the Paladin to slash the undead, also joined them. They passed through the passage behind Bronjam. , Rush forward quickly.

The more violent magic power that jumps from the air, you can feel the existence ahead...The Soul Forge, the place where the souls looted by Arthas are stored, according to the news brought by Prager, there is only a seal. Only then can the connection between the spirits and Frostmourne be completely cut off.

Without those souls, the heroes who rushed into the Ice Throne could defeat Arthas.

However, this road is destined to be difficult, and everyone is mentally prepared when they step into this place.

After they crossed the second dark corridor and burned the large group of skeleton mages blocking the way to ashes with ice storms and flame storms, they saw the purple furnace that stood almost completely in the center of the entire soul furnace... that was carved The melting pot that has become a bone and skull exudes a special kind of flame.

From the skull's eyes, the purple soul fire was constantly beating, lighting up the end of the darkness, but it was not hot, or even warm, and it was so cold that people couldn't help but stand upright.

And the souls flying around the entire steel furnace, they wailed, they screamed, and the result of being constantly tempered in the soul furnace is to completely lose all their will and become an irrational monster.

That substantive soul was constantly dancing in the cold of the furnace, turning into a twisted appearance like this, that scene could definitely scare people alive.

Thousands of ghosts cry, thousands of sorrows, if there is really hell... then there is no doubt that it is here.

The beating light and shadow also illuminated the black figure holding the scarlet staff. Standing among the purple flames, he was wearing a heavy black robe. His long white hair and beard were the same as before, slowly drifting in front of his chest, and That illusory face, that familiar outline.

That was the person in their memory, the wise leader, the uncompromising fighter.

It's a pity that he is no longer the elder in their memory. His eyes are cold and merciless, and the ice-blue light in them sweeps the crowd in front of them like a sickle. He gently opened his left hand, and a bunch of purple The soul fire was beating quickly in his palm, twisting and burning.

It's like everyone's mood at this time.

"Master Antonidas...you..."

Khadgar couldn't help taking a step forward, but was stopped by the old mage the next moment.

"Don’t go forward... the living, I am guarding a mission that you can’t imagine, what I am shouldering is a cold and heavy destiny... Death, that is a chasm that you can’t cross, that’s what you can’t Understanding the future, so...don’t go forward."

The old mage's gaze crossed Khadgar, past Liadrin who was holding a shield for defense, and finally stayed on Ronin and Jaina.

"Go back... children, don't try to redeem me, the knowledge I teach you is far from enough to complete this task... Go back, don't do it again."

"I have fallen into darkness, I no longer belong to the light."

"I reject!"

Jaina took a step forward, her blue eyes were filled with sadness and anger, but in the end, the light turned into a calm wave. This was the emotion before the battle began. She made a decision and would never stop. regret.

In the past few years, she and Dick have lived together, unknowingly, when she talks, there is also a smell of Dick... firm and uncompromising.

"I refuse your advice... we must bring you out. This is a responsibility carved into our bones. I can't stand by my mentor... my father... just suffer."

Ronin also took a step forward. He held the sheep's head staff behind him. The silver bells tied under the sheep's head jingled, his eyes were also firm.

"So here we are, mentor. You used to protect us and shelter Dalaran. Now, it’s time for Dalaran to do something for you... If you still have the last awakeness, please Help us...don't give in, don't give in to that evil soul!"

The black-robed mage was silent...2 seconds later, the soul fire in his hand rapidly expanded and turned into a wall of burning purple flames, completely covering the soul furnace behind him.

He tossed his sleeves gently, as he said in class countless times before...

"Then, come on! My children, let me, the old mage who walked too far in the dark, see your growth. Let me see if your wings are tough enough to bear this The weight of the world..."

A light yellow magic halo slowly lit up behind Antonidas, and five phantoms exactly like him were summoned from other timelines by this powerful time mage, and his voices overlapped as a result. It's the same as those real villains.

"Destiny is a closed door, and time is a window, come on... my children, in front of me, challenge this destiny that has become chaotic."

In the next moment, the purple arcane, the crimson flames and the icy blue frost, as well as the holy light that dispels the darkness, shone out from the hall opposite Antonidas at the same time. The dazzling light collided with the bursting dark energy. Being together made the entire soul furnace tremble.

The master-disciple war... has already begun.

On the other side, in the East of the Soul Forge, also in such a cold and dead passage, Kael'thas called the elemental phoenix in his hand. The beautiful creature named Ou screamed and dissipated in the air, as if it had fallen from the sky. The scorching sky fire, under the master's will, completely covered every inch of the ground in the reflection hall in front of him.

Arthas’s most loyal guards, the resurrected Farek and Maween, carried the elite of the Lordaeron Expeditionary Army's undead in this flame with difficulty, rushing forward, but the most tyrannical in Azeroth In front of Master Flame, they had no chance.

Unlike the unqualified mage of Bronjam, the father of the souls, Kael'thas strictly maintained the distance between himself and his opponent, and under the edge of the pride of the sunstrider he held in his hand, it was burning. The flames that had melted the evil iron of Saron around him became even crazier, more...unstoppable.

Kael'thas' eyes did not stop on the undead who were about to be wiped out. His eyes crossed the blazing sea of ​​flames and saw the high elf wearing a green robe and monocle at the end of the Hall of Reflection. Mage undead, that guy is also looking at him, without fear.

"Dalkan...you panicked mouse running around, look, I opened your mouse hole just to catch you... don't worry, I will "reminisce about the old" with you."