Azeroth Trail of Light

From the moment Aggramar descended from the sky, this powerful guy was the most dazzling presence on the battlefield.

His every move has an extraordinary impact on this fortified battle, especially after Dick and Odin combined are not the opponents of the full-fledged Aggramar, the demon's momentum has almost reached its peak. , They waved their weapons wildly and rushed into the infield protected by Krokuhn's Wall. Between the second and first lines of defense, there was a wide plain.

There was originally a camp of the Iron Legion and some Krokuen Brokeners, but in the cruel and crazy war, the iron soldiers that Dick brought had long been exhausted, and the plain became empty, even if the steel Soldiers have never had more resentment towards the battlefield, but seeing those silent and brave big men rushing into the battlefield, tragically never going back, the Krokuen Brokeners here, after suspicion and silence , And finally chose to fight side by side.

In this long defensive battle, Chief Hatton personally took Krokuun’s stalkers many times, and under the leadership of the infiltrators with sophisticated assassination skills, crossed the walls of Krokuun to the devil’s Assassinating those commanders in the camp, they also lost a lot of brave warriors. This is probably the first time that the Krokuen tribe really mustered up the courage to fight the demon head-on after 25 thousand years of dormancy.

Velen and Dick had promised him that they would give the Krokuen tribe a bright future, but after a long battle, Hatton felt that if it were such a glorious death on the battlefield, it would not be a bad thing.

His people have been silent for too long. He shouldn't stop them from regaining the blood and courage to fight. They moved out of the crypt. Under the training of the heroic spirits, they learned to hold their weapons and fight to death with those demons. , They learned a lot.

When a mortal, not fleeing with a cowardly, but full of courage to launch a counterattack against a powerful opponent, who else can stop them from gaining freedom?

nobody! Not even death!

When Aggramar appeared on the battlefield of this battle, watching him destroy the Wall of Krokuun with one blow, Hatton was almost desperate. How should they confront such an opponent?

But Dick and Odin stepped forward again. They fought with the existence that was so powerful that it was almost a god, and finally used a means similar to a portal to clear him from the battlefield, in Aggramar and the center of the battlefield. At the moment when the earth disappeared, the soldiers holding weapons and holding on under Valarjar cheered in unison.

It's up to them next... The powerful have cleared their deadliest opponents, and now it's them!

"Warriors of Krokuun, raise your weapons!"

Hatton, wearing the Valarjar-style armor, raised the heavy warhammer in his hands high. Behind him, Krokuhn’s young men raised the battle flag of the poor people who had been hiding for thousands of years like these mice. That was the battle flag of Eredar. They didn't get on the starship Velen fled from, but after tens of thousands of years of recuperation, they also learned to fight!

"Look at those demons!"

Hatton jumped onto the high platform beside him, his ugly face frozen by the years was full of madness and indomitableness. He roared, and standing in front of him were all the young broken ones that Krokuun could still fight. , 7000 people, which is almost the number of young people in the Crokun tribe except for women and children.

"Look at the destroyers, the lashers, the screamers! They took our world away from us! They turned it into the ghost like now! They have to rush over now, they want to fight They slaughtered us like before! They want to take away our last hope!"

"Are you afraid?! Tell me, are you afraid?!"

Hatton shouted hoarsely, "Behind us are our people, the whole Argus has no place for us! Our allies have taught us how to protect this with their great sacrifices!"

"Use the weapons in our hands! Use our fists! Use our teeth!"

"If we are destined to die here today, and we die to protect our family and protect Argus' last hope, who will be cowardly? Who will be cowardly?"

Hatton swung the warhammer in his hand. He took a deep breath and asked louder.

"Are you afraid? Are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of these villains who can only scream and run away under the pressure of steel? Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid! Kill them!"

These broken men armed by Valarjar shouted in unison, "Kill them!"

Hatton laughed. He reached out his hand to take the battle flag held high by the young people around him and fastened it behind him with a chain.

"I'm old! I'm not leaving... I'm going to die here, I'm going to shed the last drop of blood for my world! Are you willing to come with me?"

The gate of the first line of defense came down suddenly, and Hatton, carrying the Eredar battle flag, rushed to the demon who rushed towards the line of defense. Behind him, 7000 broken people who swear to defend their homes and relatives, Dick and Velen armed them with courage and steel, and they now have their own fangs.

At the same time, the desperate heroes rushed out of the defense, and Valarjar was attacking with all his strength. Countless scorching blades of light flew out of this giant city and plowed out of the demon's position. With blood stains after another, the golden Valkyrie Valkyrie rushed down from the city with their wings flapping, the golden wings and the dark red ribbon connected to the war spear, and the war horn blew by Heimdall.

The legion wrapped in golden light and the dark green demons on the opposite side, the golden Valkyrie in the sky and the mephits that obscure the sky, this spectacular scene is like a battlefield out of the mist of myth. In this battle The fighters who survived in this scene will forever engrave this scene in the deepest part of their hearts.

This is the last battle of Argus... the last battle between demons and order, the last battle between survivors and hunters, the beginning of an epic war.

Velen stood at the highest point of Valarjar. He held the Redeemer's Staff in both hands. Even as a priest with a weak offensive power, at this moment, he tried his best to explode his own power for this war, golden The halo, like the most beautiful and warmest halo, scattered downward from the highest point of Valarjar, forming a thick light curtain.

Velen spreads his strength in this final position. Any warrior who touches the halo will recover his wounds and energy as quickly as possible, and there will be healing rays swaying outward from time to time, no matter if it is hard work. The heroic spirits who fought to death were still the survivors of Krokuen. Under the blessing of this orderly light, almost 200% of the fighting power broke out, and the demon's forward was firmly suppressed in front of the defense line.

The engineering artillery fixed on the first line of defense blasted loudly, throwing tons of explosives into the demon's position, creating a crazy massacre.

As long as Velen doesn't collapse, there will still be fights in this battle!

but...

"Huh"

The crimson claws broke through the void and appeared behind Velen, who was trying his best to maintain the healing light. The claw blades were like sharp daggers, with dark green and crimson flames attached, and they patted behind the old prophet. It passed, but the moment before he touched Velen's body, he was blocked by a thick spiritual fire shield.

"boom"

Velen was comparable to the spiritual fire shield in the defense of the city wall. Under the full blow of the great devil, dense cracks appeared. The old prophet himself staggered back several steps before supporting his body with his rod. , As soon as he turned his head, he saw Kil'jaeden walking out of the rift in space.

He is taller than the pure Eredar like Velen, like a scarlet giant, wearing rough and savage armor, on the chest, there is a demon's skull swaying from side to side, he is moving his shoulders, that hideous head Above, a dark green evil symbol is shining. His cruel and twisted face reveals the joy of reunion of old friends...Of course, the uneven teeth and the whole body exudes. The violent breath, but destroyed this joy.

"Ah, Velen... 25 thousand years ago, how are you doing during this journey of being hunted down?"

Kil'jaeden opened his arms. He didn't seem to care where Aggramar was teleported to by Dick, Odin and Illidan. After the demon hunter also rushed into the portal of Sargerite Keystone, the battlefield was nothing but Velen was left as a demigod, otherwise Kil'jaeden would never have appeared here so carelessly.

He turned his head and looked around, then cracked his mouth, showing a smile that was enough to scare an adult.

"How does it feel to be back in Argus again? You see, I have transformed our world a little bit in my own way... It looks more spectacular now, doesn't it?"

Facing this provocation, Velen's expression was firm and silent. On his forehead, the sacred pattern floated, and the blue emblem turned gold. Behind him, a large triangular flowing golden rune opened. The sacred pattern is bright and magnificent, full of the scorching heat and weight of the holy light.

When the old prophet saw his deceased again, he didn't say anything. Instead, with a wave of his hand, a sword-shaped holy light slashed towards Kil'jaeden's head, and then was caught in his hand by the big demon, and the light shattered with a slight pinch Become hundreds of shed light.

"You look angry...you seem to be in pain."

The great devil stretched out his finger and flicked it, and the flames like lava rose from outside his body. His emotions seemed to be very excited. Velen, this former best friend, abandoned the world of Argus at the most critical moment. , This is Kil'jaeden's deepest demon.

Today, he finally faces him.

"Before you betrayed this world and betrayed me, did you ever think you would return to Argus in this way? Velen... my former best friend, even if it is the power given by the Dark Titan, I want it too Share it with you, but you...you betrayed all of this!"

"I didn't betray anyone!"

Velen’s voice finally sounded, “Kil’jaeden...I have warned you countless times, don’t touch the magic, don’t touch the darkness, you finally failed to stop your inner thirst for strength, it was not I who betrayed you. You have betrayed your will. Don't make excuses for yourself! Kil'jaeden! You are a coward!"

"A coward who succumbed to his inner desires and unrestrained pursuit of power!"

"That's why Sargeras chose you..."

Kil'jaeden's eyes widened suddenly, and he waved his hands outward, two double swords composed of scarlet flames appeared in his palms, and with a flick of his hands, two incision spaces were drawn in the air. Mark of.

"Enough! The victor will not be blamed! Look around you, my demon army has invaded your final position, we are millions of times your number, you are sure to lose, and your **** The world, after I fool you, I will personally take my legion to destroy it!"

"Funny! What's wrong with pursuing power?"

The Great Prophet glanced at the demon army that almost covered the entire Krokuen Plain. The dense attack made people want to close their eyes, but when Velen turned his head, Kil'jaeden changed his mind. He saw a strange smile on his serious face.

Velen opened his left hand, and a purple crystal floated in his palm.

"We blocked you for 45 days... Do you really think that we have done nothing during this long time? Yes... We may fail and die, but this will signal a new era for Argus The arrival of... at least today, we will drag enough demons to **** together! Kil'jaeden, Krokuun, will be the last **** of your legion!"

"boom"

Velen crushed the crystal, like a signal, among the countless cracks under the tortured plain of Krokuun, a purple light escaped and rushed out of the ground.

"boom..."

The ground... collapsed!