Azeroth’s Death Track

Humans are animals of habit.

When you do something, perhaps at the beginning, it is because of curiosity, yearning, or indulging in the glory of performing a mission, and the spiritual satisfaction of fulfilling a certain duty, but any positive emotion There will be a day when everything will dissipate. Therefore, in many cases, it is impossible to go long-term only by relying on interests or ideals.

And the achievements in most fields do not depend on the persistence of gritting your teeth...to form a habit, every step you take does not need to be big, as long as you know that you are always on the right path.

Saidan Dathrohan is such a person. In the first 35 years of his life, he appeared as a loyal and brave soldier and commander of the kingdom, and soon became a hero among people. At that time, he believed in The teaching of the Holy Light, the teaching that regards sacrifice as glory, and is willing to give everything for the right thing.

This kind of devotion to his duty finally won him unimaginable glory. He was chosen by his own faith and became a member of the first batch of paladins. In the novel, Dathrohan is a leader. Unlike other great knights of noble origin, Dathrohan tends to have a simpler belief concept.

For him, the holy light is not only a belief, but also a driving force that pushes him forward, a manifestation of the ultimate meaning of his life, and his personal character is also very noble, even after he became a real big man, he did not Putting himself in the circle of the upper class, but maintaining the past life state, doing his best to spread the enlightenment given to him by the Holy Light to everyone around him.

Like an old-school ascetic, like a martyr for his faith.

Do not seek prestige, do not seek status, do not seek wealth.

At this time, on the battlefield where Khaz Modan had completely collapsed, Dathrohan half-kneeled on the blood-stained snow, and in front of his eyes lay a paladin killed by the undead.

He had seen the deceased before. It was a young man from the Stratholme area. He was very much like him when he was young. He was brave, fanatical, pursuing personal honor, and his heart was full of belief in the Holy Light. Hard work, he is still very young, he should have a broader future, but now, he is lying here, lying on the battlefield thousands of miles away from home.

Brother, I'm sorry, I'm late.

The great knight stretched out his hand and closed the angry eyes of the war dead. The place where the young knight fell was the front line of the human position. His side was full of knocked down skeletons and undead. It was also covered with the claw marks of the undead, and he died very heroically. Even when he was dying, there was no trace of fear in his eyes that had lost their luster.

This is not the only corpse on the battlefield. The big knight raised his head and looked at the human formations on the snow in front of him. There were cut down undead everywhere, and those soldiers who died on the battlefield. Some people would choose to turn around and flee, but at least in the current battlefield, many people chose to stay and fight, but Dathrohan was a real old soldier, and he could tell the difference between rout and retreat.

The dead soldiers in front of them can be seen from their dead postures. They obviously stayed behind voluntarily. The human army should have successfully evacuated, which somewhat made the great knight feel a little relieved.

It was just a disaster.

Dathrohan stood up leaning on his warhammer. Behind him, the undead fortress that was almost broken was still standing in its original place. On the ground in front of the fortress, there were still some lonely undead wandering around, like Laugh at the failures of humans and dwarves.

The failure of the battle is very regrettable, but seeing the smoke rising from Ironforge and the shaking of the ground, Dathrohan can guess the reason for the sudden retreat of the dwarves. He cannot blame these dwarves, after all, they are to protect their homeland When the homeland is under terrible threat, you cannot ask the soldiers to abandon everything just for the victory in front of them.

But this failure brought more than just casualties. For a commander like Dathrohan who has some knowledge of the situation in northern Xinjiang, he has already vaguely seen the future that the human empire will face. After Modan, what happened in the land of the dwarves today may soon be repeated in the land of humans.

boom

A heavy falling sound sounded behind Dathrohan, and the great knight didn't need to turn his head to feel the icy aura lingering behind him. It was a persistent pursuer and a formidable opponent.

Under the silver full-face helmet, a flame rekindled in Dathrohan's eyes, and the dancing golden holy flame spread from both sides of the war hammer in his hand, lighting up the heavy weapon again, On the snow below, the burning heat of the hammer surface made the surrounding snow begin to melt.

As a runner, you should be smarter and run as far as possible, instead of staying here and making trouble for yourself.

Behind Dathrohan, Yrel, who jumped off the Death Raven, took a few steps forward, leaving strange cherry-shaped hoofprints on the snow behind her. The crystal warhammer was in her hand, and amidst the sound of armor colliding, her dark red eyes stared at the big knight in front of her, and the cold breath almost froze the surrounding air.

I did not flee, necromancer, and you and your unholy allies were not enough for me to flee.

Dathrohan turned around and held the weapon with both hands. On the surface of the warhammer, the sacred mantra carefully inscribed by the blacksmiths resonated with the scorching power in his body, making the dazzling holy light wrap around him even more violently.

He stood alone in front of the dilapidated position, like an insurmountable mountain, firmly blocking Yrel's way.

I know what you want to do...

Dathrohan's body drooped slightly to make himself stand more stably, and he said in a deep voice:

But you don't want to go anywhere until you beat me!

Facing the burning fighting spirit of the great knight in front of him, the death lord Yrel did not choose to laugh at him. He grabbed his warhammer while watching the powerful undead from outside the domain, leaning forward slightly, and the death energy rolled from her body like a tide Coming out, wrapped around her black armor, like a swaying polar storm, the snow on the ground was rolled up as far as the eyes could see, covering Yrel in the attack of falling snow and frost.

You shouldn't call others evil villains, Saidan Dathrohan, otherwise, they will really show you a villain...like, like this!

Yrel uttered a battle cry, the snow and frozen soil under her feet exploded, and the powerful force pushed her towards the paladin in front of her, a dark red halo lingered on the surface of the crystal hammer she held in both hands , This is a powerful annihilation attack. It is the most powerful single attack technique currently mastered by the death knights. It gathers a huge amount of death energy in one blow. With the power of the death lord, this terrifying A single blow from a sword is enough to smash a living warrior into minced meat.

Yrel is not a knight who takes the agile route, she is a disciple taught by Glokush, and she takes the most orthodox and old-fashioned warrior way.

Facing the attack, at the moment Yrel rushed over, the icy cold wind howled and hit the big knight's body, and even ice cones were mixed in the cold wind, but facing the scorching heat outside the big knight's body, The light curtain, this dark force cannot corrode him.

When the distance between the two was less than 3 meters, the eyes of the big knight who was calmly facing the enemy flashed. He took a step forward, bent down, and raised the hammer in both hands violently, almost rubbing Facing the weapon dropped by the death knight, he slammed his warhammer on Yrel's chest before he could send it. The scorching holy light accompanied his attack, like a golden sword out of its sheath, the rolling sword The scorching light hit the death lord's body like a heavy punch.

The war hammer swung by Yrel rubbed against Dathrohan's body and hit the ground. The ground behind the paladin shattered as if hit by a shell. In the flying frozen ground and snow, the surface of Yrel's body The anti-magic shield was activated, but in the surge of the holy light, this thin shield seemed to be broken at any time. Yrel, whose attack was interrupted, staggered back. In other words, Dathrohan will not give up this opportunity.

The heavy warhammer was as easy as nothing in his hand. Between flashing left and right, Yrel felt like a puppet for training, being hit mercilessly. She tried to fight back, but the stubborn death lord bit her Fang stretched out her arms, blocking her body like a shield, and took a hard blow from the Holy Judgment. While her body was being set on fire, she swung the hammer with the other hand and smashed it to Dathrohan's head.

boom

One gold and one black, two long-handled warhammers collided in the air, and Dathrohan let out a deep laugh. The holy holy deed on his chest shone brightly like stars. The great knight flipped his wrist, and Yrel's warhammer was firmly pressed to the ground. In a pure contest of strength, this was the first time that Yrel was completely suppressed.

Evil! Get back!

Dathrohan roared, clenched his empty left hand into a fist, and mercilessly punched Yrel's chin. The dark green anti-magic shield was broken by this final blow, and the death lord's slender body resembled It was thrown into the air like a parabola, flipped over in embarrassment, and finally smashed into the icy snow.

Keng

Dathrohan grabbed the black crystal war hammer and threw it into the distant cedar forest. Holding the war hammer, he reached out and wiped the blood stains from the corner of his mouth. Forcibly suppressing the death lord is not an easy task. The explosion gave him enough strength, but although his body was tough, it still had its limit. During the shock of strength, the great knight was not unscathed.

Did your majesty tell you that you fight like a typical young man, reckless and brave, but come fast and go faster!

The great knight who has always been silent commented on Yrel's attack. The next moment, he grabbed the hammer and rushed towards the death lord whose half body was lit by the holy light and was trying to get up, but just as he rushed to At the moment beside Yrel, a dark green figure jumped out of Yrel's body. It was a draenei banshee wearing a warlock robe. When rushing out, the banshee Samaro Open your mouth as if singing.

The next moment, the ear-piercing screaming sound centered on the banshee and swept away in all directions. The surrounding snow fields and pine forests shook crazily as if they were hit by a storm, but this was not a sound, but a sound. A high-level use of death energy, directly acting on the soul, like a needle-like energy attack, can ignore most physical and magical defenses.

But it is also difficult to be grasped by weak ghosts. Yrel secretly gave Samaro's attack method a very interesting name... Howl of the Banshee.

This is the first time the Draenei Banshee has used this ability in battle, and the effect is simply terrifying.

At this moment, the great knight who was full of fighting spirit felt that his head was being stabbed madly by thousands of red-hot needles. Even if his will was as strong as steel, even if his soul was extremely strong, all his mental defenses were still under this craziness. The howl of the banshee was broken, the war hammer in his hand slipped from the palm of his hand, he knelt on the ground with his head in his arms, and let out a painful roar like a beast.

On the other hand, Yriel, who just got up, is also uncomfortable. The Banshee's Howl will not only affect the opponent, but her soul will also be beaten crazily like being thrown into a furnace, but the advantage of the undead is here. , Compared with the living, the soul of the dead is more capable of enduring pain. Yrel staggered to her feet, and she pulled out the long rune sword from her waist. Her eyes, ears and nostrils were all left behind by the pain of the soul. Cold blood.

ah!!

She held her breath and rushed towards the great knight in front of her. At this most critical moment, Dathrohan also seemed to have sensed something. He gritted his teeth and raised his head. His facial features were similar to those of Yrel, and they were also stained red with blood. With both eyes, seeing the death lord rushing staggeringly, the great knight clasped the sacred holy deed on his chest with his left hand. Amidst the surge of holy light, a scorching flame gathered in the air like a warhammer, and slammed it fiercely. Hitting the unsuspecting Yrel on the back.

Don't even think about hurting her!

The figure of the banshee Samaro, who became extremely weak due to the release of the most powerful howl of the banshee, appeared behind Yrel in a flash, using her illusory body to block Yrel The great knight fought back fiercely. Amid Samaruo's painful screams, the long sword in Yrel's hand also pierced Dathrohan's armor and body from top to bottom.

Samaro, come back! Come back quickly!

Yrel looked back at the banshee whose body was swallowed up by the holy light. She crawled forward on the ground with difficulty, screamed and threw herself at her friend. Death energy gushed out, knocking the unconscious banshee away. Pulled back into her body, but the flame of the holy light entangled in the banshee's body also ignited her riddled armor, and the death lord who burned like a pillar of fire sat helplessly on the snow , Her body was so empty that she didn't even have the strength to extinguish the flames.

Yrel turned around with difficulty, and saw conspicuous bloodstains on the ground.

Dathrohan, who had been pierced through his body, struggled to climb into the position. He stretched out his hand, grabbed a silver hand battle flag that fell on the ground, and leaned on his body with its flagpole, heading towards the direction of the human empire. , With his last breath, in a kneeling position, he struggled to prop up his dying body.

I failed...

Holy Light...give us...eternal life...

The blood stained the flagpole red along his hand, a gust of cold wind blew, and the shattered battle flag, which was covered in blood like Dathrohan's, fluttered, and the knight who supported it lowered his head, and the blood flowed from his battle helmet. Bit by bit, his body was pierced by the long sword. On this battlefield far from home, a sincere martyr withered.

He had a chance to survive, but he did not choose to escape. Yrel watched the fluttering battle flag slowly fall on the lifeless body, wrapping the body, and when the severe pain of the soul subsided, For a moment, she fell into a strong sense of déjà vu almost immediately.

She remembered a sentence that Tyrion once said inadvertently:

The only ending for a martyr is to bleed all over his body, and die alone in a pool of blood.