Azeroth’s Death Track

Whispering Harbor, which has been devastated by flames and disasters, has turned into ruins. The civilians stranded in this city see the hope of escape in the dozen or so blue beams of light piercing the sky in the depths of the sea. It seems that this despair The last surviving footnotes in the night can always guide the weak people the way forward in the long night.

And the appearance of the beam of light also filled the hearts of the soldiers on the frontal battlefield filled with heroism and cruelty. Warriors will not be afraid of the strength of the enemy. The only worry in their hearts is that after sacrificing themselves, they still cannot survive the people behind.

Every soldier who can appear on this battlefield already has the belief to die here, because the cowards... those cowards died in the previous wars.

Facing the indifferent undead rushing out of the night in all directions, and facing the dark blade warriors coming out of the nest, the light of victory in this final battle in northern Xinjiang has dimmed, and the goddess of luck is not on their side, but, Even so, none of them put down the weapons they held tightly in their hands. When they raised their heads in the night and looked around, their ears were filled with the cries of warriors, their eyes glistened with the blood of martyrs, and their hearts reverberated. Yes, endless roaring.

Under such circumstances, how could they stand still?

What's more, that noble man, the emperor of the empire is standing in front of them, like a wall that will never collapse, he is fighting for the future of civilization, he will die for the survival of civilization, even the leader How can followers who are shrouded in a sense of mission, fighting endlessly in such a desperate situation, fall behind?

The draenei are coming...warriors of the empire, our allies are here!

Lothar's hoarse and high-pitched roar overwhelmed the din of the battlefield at this moment. In the transmission of the herald, the emperor's voice spread to every corner of the battlefield lit by explosions and flames.

We have nowhere to go, but the Empire will never stand alone! Hold on, warriors!

Shouting a battle cry to boost morale, the emperor stepped forward in a wrong step, holding the sharp legendary battle sword War Destroyer in both hands. This long brass sword, like a double-edged key, turned several times in the air In the burst of power, the orc death lord who was confronting the human emperor was repelled by several steps.

Glokush's figure swayed endlessly on the battlefield, and he barely stopped backing. He glanced at the battle ax in his hand. This fine battle ax forged by the black iron master had been chopped out The cracks with uneven layers are obviously no longer usable.

Pooh

The former Great Chief of the Black Hand spat rudely towards the ground, threw aside the sharpened battle ax in his hand, grabbed a heavy war hammer, and waved his hand, a layer of dark red, bone-chilling death energy Wrapped around the weapon, he beat his chest crazily like a real orc. With the flash of brutal eyes, the death lord rushed towards the human emperor again like a wild beast.

But to be honest, Glokush himself knows very well that he is probably not Lothar's opponent.

The armor of the human emperor could no longer see its original color. It was covered with the cold blood of the undead. Beside the emperor was the remnants of high-ranking knights who had been hacked to death. The fire of anger that burns like a flame seems to be real. The blood of the barbarian king not only brings the endless endurance of Lothar, but also this kind of flame that coexists with legendary weapons.

This is probably the first time in history that the overall unpretentious fighters have realized the power of anger. Lothar is a top fighter. He fights with the power of anger, especially in the protection of the people and civilization. Recruited by a strong sense of mission, every strike Lothar makes is full of lethality. Those opponents who are weaker than him are easily killed in the first blow of the battle.

This is a dangerous enemy, but it is also an opponent that Dark Blade must get rid of. As long as Lothar is still there, the human empire will never fall. This human emperor, in the midst of successive disasters, with his steely will and The image of loving the people like a child has truly become the embodiment of empire...even the embodiment of human civilization.

kuang

In the roar of Glokush, the war hammer in his hand slammed down crazily, and that furious blow was precisely blocked by Lothar with his war sword, and then in the flip of his wrist, he moved the powerful war hammer towards On the ground, the emperor's body turned outward at the same time, trying to avoid Glokush's fist, but the distance between the two of them was too close, and the cold punch finally hit his chest.

Snapped

The ground under Lothar's feet exploded, allowing his body to take a step back and stand firmly again. Before his eyes, Glokush, who had thrown away his warhammer, rushed over with his bare hands. His left hand was still caught by the surface of Lothar's body. The flames of anger ignited, but to the death lord, this little pain was hardly worth mentioning.

You're good at fighting, orc!

Lothar's long sword was stuck on the ground, and he stepped forward without fear, crossed his left arm, and swung his right fist. The two powerful creatures were like gladiators fighting. The emperor stared at him The Lord of Death, between punches, he said in a deep voice:

But unfortunately, I still have unfinished missions, I can't...

Fall here!

In the last half sentence, Lothar roared out. At the same time, his fist waved from top to bottom, and the flame wrapped around his arm was like a living angry dragon. The Dragon Fist defeated all of Glokush's defenses, and that fist hit the orc lord's chin, sending Glokush's helmet flying into the air.

The orc's heavy body was lifted from the ground and lifted into the air weakly. His green eyes still shone with shock and unwillingness... He could feel that Lothar had once again broken through himself at that moment just now. Shackles of power.

But this...how is this possible?

He's just an ordinary human being, how could his power increase like this endlessly?

kuang

Glokush's thinking was interrupted by another heavy punch from Lothar. The armor on the death lord's chest was smashed into a crack by Lothar's huge blow, and his body seemed to be fired. Like a cannonball, it roared into the front where the two armies were fighting, knocking several high-ranking knights who were caught off guard to the ground.

The emperor's bravery made the surrounding soldiers cheer in unison. They followed behind the emperor who had regained his grip on the sword, and roared to drive the death knights and undead infantry out of the position.

Ahem...

Grokush got up from the ground clutching his chest, and the death lord could feel that a scorching breath was destroying the internal structure of his body. He had lost the ability to continue fighting, but he was still unwilling to admit defeat just like that .

Your Majesty's will will be fulfilled!

The green eyes of the orc death knight were bloodshot like a living person, and the wild death energy burst out from his body, driving the soldiers who rushed back, he stood there tremblingly, staring at Looking at the approaching Lothar, he whispered:

Your persistence is meaningless, the emperor of mankind, you can't change this world! You can't change the fate in front of you...

I didn't come here to change fate...orcs.

Lothar nodded slightly to Glokush, and under the watchful eyes of the surrounding soldiers, he raised his long sword:

I just don't want to give in to him, I'm just doing what I think is right...

wow

The flame-soaked sword whizzed down, Grokush gritted his teeth, he closed his eyes, waiting for another death to come, he didn't feel ashamed, being defeated by someone like Lothar, he couldn't It's a shame.

The only regret is that he may not see the future for which he gave everything.

clang

The dull sound suddenly resounded across the battlefield. Glokush opened his eyes and saw a trembling black epee thrusting in front of his eyes. There was a strange gap behind the thick long sword, and it was made of dark energy. The sphere swayed endlessly in the depression.

It was this sword that withdrew Lothar's final blow, saving the Deathlord from the eternal death of the future.

Oh...he's here.

Glokush staggered back a step, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Lothar:

He came to see you off...

Lothar's expression became extremely serious at this moment. Obviously, he already knew who was coming.

Go and rest.

A gentle voice sounded in Glokush's ears, and a cold gauntlet was also placed on his shoulders. Behind Glokush, among the dark gatherings, Terry wearing the dark dragon armor Ang strolled out, and the swaying dark halo floated behind him, wantonly reorganizing into various weird lines in the air, like wings of light with no outlines visible.

You've done a good job, leave the rest to me.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Glokush turned and left without hesitation. At the moment when his figure was swallowed by the veil of darkness, Tyrion also stretched out his hand, and in the jump of the dark red light, the Ashbringer inserted into the ground jumped into his hand , the shadow of a sword like an illusion swayed in the air.

bass

The sharp blade cut through the air and let out a sharp long cry. Tyrion's ice-blue eyes fell on Lothar who was waiting in battle, then jumped over the emperor's body and looked at the soldiers who were staring at him.

He saw the anger on the faces of those soldiers, the fearlessness and courage of sacrificing their lives, and the will to fight to the death, which made him very satisfied.

You trained them well, Lothar.

You sent the most valiant warrior of human civilization to me...

The wide black cloak on the back of the Dark Blade King fluttered away at this moment, his body seemed to have changed form, from the boots up, his body quickly dissipated, and even his ice blue eyes, At this moment, it turned into a strange and ominous black.

Then, I'll accept it...

wow

Just like a counterattack against the Grand Lich, Tyrion's Howl of the Banshee changed more thoroughly this time.

His hands were clasped into claws, and his whole body rushed into the sky as if he had lost gravity. His body quickly atomized, not only his soul, but the black mist that filled the space between the black smoky halo. The surrounding temperature dropped by at least 20° in an instant, and he rushed towards Lothar and the soldiers behind him as if he had lost his body.

Defense! Defense!

The emperor held the war-destroyer sword in both hands, and the flames on his body expanded rapidly at this moment, trying to protect those loyal soldiers, but amid Tyrion's cold, low, hoarse screams, those soldiers were shrouded in black mist , The power that directly acts on the soul easily shatters their will.

In the dark night, those brave warriors couldn't even utter their final whimpers, just like puppets who had lost their souls, one after another fell on the battlefield.

That scene was like the god of death wielding a sickle. In less than a second, with Lothar as the center, all creatures within a radius of 500 meters were sucked away by this cruel and terrifying trick.

The expressions of the dead were frozen, there was no emotion left in their eyes, and there were no fatal injuries on their bodies, as if their living souls had left their bodies without a sound.

monster!

Lothar's roar slammed into the black mist in front of him along with the blazing long sword that broke through the darkness. In the escaping mist, the sharp War Destroyer slammed into another sturdy legendary weapon.

clang

Like a low bell ringing, the disembodied black mist suddenly gathered at this moment, reorganizing Tyrion's body in front of Lothar's eyes.

He was holding the Ashbringer with one hand, with the cross in front of him, flames danced on the blade of the War Destroyer, but the flames still couldn't break through the energy protection around the Shadow Blade.

If there is no death...the pale life will be spared.

In Tyrion's other hand, a dim soul stone was shining brightly. He turned his head, tilted his head slightly, and looked at the human emperor in front of him, the only living creature within 500 meters. Lifting the soul stone, it was like chatting with friends, and asked softly:

It's beautiful... isn't it?

Feel sorry...

Lothar made a hoarse sound like steel colliding. He took a step back and clenched the sword with both hands. With a roar, the fire of power around him suddenly gathered, and the flames on the blade of the Warbreaker recombined into the blade. Lothar's body even had a huge flame blade mercilessly chopped at Tyrion's head.

But I can't see anything but your evil...

kuang

The icy power also exploded at this moment like a bomb explosion, covering the surrounding battlefield and corpses with frost. Between the collision of fire and ice, a circle of energy aftermath visible to the naked eye roared and crashed into the place where the two were fighting. Outside the battle circle, several tons of soil were blown away, and the lifeless vegetation was blown down.

Oh, maybe it's not the kind of beauty you're after. It seems we're not on the same page. It's a pity...

King and king, after 10 seconds of opening, this final battle has entered a real intense...