Azeroth Trail of Light

On the battlefield of Shadowmoon Valley, 70,000 demons have become a pot of porridge with the prepared dead spirits and warriors of all races.

The destruction that should have been destroyed, now turned into an unbearable tug of war.

The demons of the Burning Legion are still as brave, brutal and fearsome as before, but when the so-called "invincible" aura on them is completely shattered, they are just a group of arrogant thugs.

You know, fight the war of attrition, once the undead natural disaster, the current night watchman is not afraid of any opponent!

A huge frost dragon swept across the battlefield silently. Uther, wearing a black rose crown, looked coldly at the canine teeth battle on the Shadowmoon Valley. Fate made him go from life to death, and stood there. On the highest point of death, when he closes his eyes, he can see the densely packed bright spots of the whole night watchman in this world.

That is his current strength, every undead is an extension of his will,

They are like a black torrent, smashing everything, no matter whether it is a demon or something standing in front of them, under this torrent, they will be completely submerged.

"What did you see, Anel?"

Uther was holding the death verdict in both hands, standing on top of the bones, his black cloak was screaming by the cold wind, and beside him, the one who was also wearing Saronite armor and carrying a small one on top of his head The child with the black crown of the number... well, it should be a young man about the size of Anduin watching this cruel battle in his own way.

Two long swords covered with cold ice were hung around his waist. The layer of frost did not affect the sharpness of the pair of blades, and even added more deadly frost damage to it. Most importantly, this The double swords made from fragments of the severed magic sword Frostmourne also possess certain characteristics of Frostmourne.

Bleeding blood to show its sharpness, and eating soul accomplishes its might!

Hearing Uther’s low voice, Mishirsa Anel respectfully said,

"Tutor, I saw death, unstoppable death!"

"Ugh…"

Uther's left hand rested on his disciple's head, "It's not enough...just death, it's not enough."

"We are death itself, but don’t forget why we waved the sickle of death. For a brighter future, we fell into darkness, we embraced the darkness, we are killing for protection, the hope in despair, the holy in destruction. song."

"You are very talented, and your talent even makes me feel scared... But Anel, with your inner gentleness and guardian will, don't embark on Alsace's old road."

Uther took his hand back, and then gave a light wave.

"Go, Anel, gather your strength, show your fangs, and then execute your ruling!"

A trace of maturity that does not fit his age flashed across Anel's face, he backed slightly, leaning over and saluting.

"Yes, mentor!"

The black steel hand armor brushed across the sky, and a cloud of black mist appeared beside Anel, followed by the sound of horseshoes. Anel turned over and rode on his invincible war horse. He squeezed the rein of the horse, Kaliya 'S figure flicked across his mind.

"Sister, my last relative, I will not allow anyone to hurt you and your world..."

The tattered flesh wings of the black undead warhorse suddenly unfolded at this moment. Anel and his warhorse jumped up from the frost dragon. At this moment, all the undead in the entire northern battlefield looked up to the sky. The original ice-blue undead fire seemed to feel a certain tyrannical will at this moment, and the blue flames all turned into scary blood red.

At this moment, the violent undead natural disaster seemed to have returned to this land again.

"bass"

With the two swords unsheathed, Anel's silent will swept over all the undead, his voice resounded in the spirit of those undead, indifferently like freezing all frost.

"Tear to pieces, devour... Soldiers, drown them!"

"Roar!!!"

The silent undead roared violently at this moment. If the demons in the first half saw the pervasive defense of the undead, now they saw the most violent side of these undead.

The battle shield exits, and the sword screams!

Brutalus, the violent abyss lord, as the commander of the northern battlefield, this savage fellow has already felt that his patience has reached the limit.

Brutalus is the most powerful abyss lord except Malonos the destroyer. It has spent his entire life on the battlefield. It has been cut off the wings of the abyss lord, and his body is covered with all kinds of things. Such scars looked like an old man, but the moment Brutalus raised the swords of his fists, even Malonos was afraid of three points.

This old guy is an out-and-out destroyer. In his life, the planets he destroyed are remembered in plural.

Seeing that the demons under his command were forced to retreat by a group of corpses, the soul fire burning on Brutalus’s inverted triangle head became even more crazier. It could no longer bear this kind of tug of war that could not be destroyed in one blow. It was like a loud slap on its face.

"This is a shameful failure! This is a shame! You weak fellows! If you can't die on the way to the charge, then just die in my hands!"

Brutalus howled and raised his fists. The dark green evil energy gathered in its palm, like a very hot meteor, smashing toward the demons who could not break through the line of the undead in front of it. When this hot and terrifying meteor fell to the ground, the exploded fel energy burned everything in front of it.

A huge depression appeared on the ground in Shadowmoon Valley, feeling the feeling of the massacre before him, Brutalus's violent blood flowed faster, and its thick four hooves began to gallop on the ground. , The tail full of bone spurs like a dragon flicked back and forth, smashing demons and undead into the air, smashing the ground into cracks.

"Still to death!"

Brutalus’s double fists smashed wildly, like the bravest assaulter, whether it’s a walking corpse, a ghoul, abomination, a death knight, or a bone giant, in this kind of brute force that surpasses mortals. They were all smashed. After Brutalus personally played, the formation of the night watch was torn apart a huge gap for the first time.

The demon guards who were also anxious because of the frustration of the offensive followed their commander and launched a wave of counter-charge. Brutalus recklessly enjoyed the fun of this slaughter, and it looked back at that. The legion portal guarded by the demons, when he saw a green star light up in the center of the portal, and then quickly swelled into a mysterious and gorgeous light curtain storm, the Abyss Lord let out a high laugh.

"Our reinforcements are coming! This sad world is about to be..."

"boom"

Before it finished speaking, a crimson light lit up from the legion portal, and as it approached, the phantom of a magma giant whose whole body was burning and raging like an uneven level rushed out from the light curtain. , The giant held a giant warhammer that was also burning in his hand, and slammed the hammer against the demons that swarmed before the portal.

In the next moment, the earth cracked, and hot magma threw out from the crack, swallowing the demons who were caught off guard.

A rude voice resounded throughout the battlefield after the phantom of the Balrog King dissipated,

"Hahaha, surprises or surprises? Unexpected surprises?"

Brutalus' eyes almost stared out of his eyes, but the Dark Iron King Thaurissan, who came out of the portal with the hand of the Balrog, waved his hand. The next moment, the steel vault of the tall steel legion From the three re-ignited portals, people pounced on the demons who had been frightened.

Their chaotic brains can't imagine why these soldiers of Azeroth will rush out of their legion portals, which is obviously another world!

"Your retreat is over..."

The Dark Iron King shook the Balrog Hand Warhammer in his hand, the legendary weapon's will roared across the battlefield, the scorching storm exploded behind his small body, and the arrogant, cold voice,

"This is your last cemetery! No one wants to run!"

"I do not believe!!!"

Brutalus roared and rushed at Thaurissan, like a flame chariot running at the fastest speed. It felt like it had been fooled. It felt that these damn, weak creatures were laughing at it, and it was going to tear it. Break them, to punish their fooling and ridicule, it will kill them!

"boom"

A golden lightning blocked the center of Thaurissan and Brutalus. The moment Heimdall landed, he expanded into the guardian form. The storm sword in his hand was entwined with golden anger, and Brutalus The double-edged blades cut off by Tallus were blocked.

The 15-meter-tall gatekeeper took a step back. He looked at the furious abyss lord, under the steel helmet, a grinning smile burst out.

"It's called... close the door and hit the dog!"

"boom"

A more dazzling golden light lay horizontally above the sky of Shadowmoon Valley, like a golden lightsaber, cutting Shadowmoon Valley Eternal Night open, and the door of the sky projected from Valarjar hidden above the world Then, when Dick had completed the mission of the expedition, the hidden killer's secrets had come to be used.

Odin held the gun of trial and slowly walked out of the golden light curtain. Behind him, the four legion starships suspended above the dark temple have been targeted by Valarjar’s Valkyrie Guards, and the outermost On the deck of the starship, a terrible wound had also been torn open by the Gun of Judgment.

Dark green evil energy entangled the starship. When Odin rushed into the battlefield of Illidan, Malonos and Tichondrius in the Dark Temple, a huge face sparked in the Dark Temple. The sky burst open.

The plans of Dick and Illidan were more arrogant than the demons had imagined... Not only did they have to defeat the demons, they also had to wipe out this invading demonic army.

It's like Thaurissan's words... don't even want to run!

"boom"

Illidan and Malonos in complete demon form had a head-to-head collision. Before the Dark Portal, the three most capable guys had completely turned this place into a hell, facing two high-level demon lords. Flanking, Illidan fought very embarrassed, but he was far from failing.

After this attack, Tichondrius who jumped out of the darkness still wanted to attack, but a silver gun shadow forced it away from behind Illidan, no matter how Tichondrius dodges. The shadows of the guns followed like a shadow, and finally pierced into its chest with precision, causing the leader of Nathrezim to scream in horror.

Its chest was torn by a hot spear, and its breastbone was shattered. Under this gun, it could not even make a bat escape. At the moment of facing the oldest divine power of Azeroth, Tichondrius discovered that he was so weak.

Odin's figure strode into the battlefield of the dark temple. Behind him, the heroic spirits shining endlessly came out from the door of the sky, like a golden stream of light scattered into the earth, bringing the dark jungle that enveloped the dark temple from the outside. A little destruction.

When Illidan grinned and pierced the Azzinoth warblade with the evil flame in his hand into the back of Malonos, the saboteur realized that it had made the same mistake as the Burning Legion behind it. They despised Illidan, and despised the energy of the union of the two worlds.

Illidan has become an opponent that they cannot defeat together, and the success of the First Fleet's expedition represents the complete failure of this third invasion. They should have tried their best, just like the scale of the invasion of Azeroth. , Maybe it would make Illidan and his allies be devastated, but they only chose an invasion army that was far inferior in number or quality.

They paid a price for their contempt... a painful price.