Azeroth’s Death Track

Arthas Menethil, the youngest king in the history of Lordaeron, ascended to the throne at the age of 20, which is unique in the entire history of mankind.

Even among the new generation of young kings in the human empire, which is undergoing major changes, Alsace is still the youngest, but this does not mean that Alsace is naive. This young king who has experienced too many things is more powerful than his peers People with a more mature mentality, especially after witnessing the entire process of the destruction of the northern border by the dark blade undead, Alsace has a very thorough understanding of the responsibility of the king under the successive disasters.

But no matter how mature he is, he is still a passionate young man. The characteristics of a young man are clearly reflected in him, almost reckless and decisive, lack of thinking when facing important choices, and always habitually put all the pressure away. Put it on your own shoulders, rather than asking for help, to better solve the problems in your own hands.

As Tyrion said, the spiritual induction in Alsace's mind, whether it is left by the Lich King or from the hands of the Dreadlord, is just a spiritual induction spell. If Arthas himself did not come to promise Sender's idea, if he didn't try to use external force, and didn't want to take a shortcut to defend his civilization and country, the induction spell would not work at all.

In other words, he came here entirely because of his own character and thoughts. Those whispers and illusions, at best, only played a role in promoting, compressing the time that Alsace used for hesitation and repeated thinking, and finally gave him a bang. pushed into the present scene.

He doesn't lack courage, what he lacks is the experience of controlling the courage to run amok. In time, Arthas will definitely become a good king, but now, a reckless journey of his has sent him into a deadly battlefield.

Although this story is not as pessimistic as it used to be, if Arthas' luck is not good enough, maybe he has no future at all.

In the darkness behind Tyrion, the struggles of Falrick and Marveen, who were strangled into the air by the death energy, became weaker and weaker. The ending of an ordinary person being unable to breathe fresh air within a few minutes is fatal. As powerful fighters, both of them can skillfully control certain physiological activities of the body, which allows them to persist in such desperate situations for a longer period of time.

But as time goes by, the shadow of death continues to hang over...

boom

Keng

The collision of the epee and the warhammer created a halo and a storm of energy in the cold cave. Under the feet of the two, the snow that had been frozen for thousands of years was cracked piece by piece. Between the stones and the shards of ice, Tyrion's figure continued to move forward, and behind him, the darkness that enveloped everything followed like a shadow.

As for Arthas, he struggled to resist the strange, splashing sword shadow of the Ashbringer.

This is still in the case of Tyrion strictly controlling his power at the same level as Alsace. Unless necessary, the Lord of the Dark Blade does not like to use crushing power to end the battle when facing his juniors. I really enjoyed this kind of fighting process, although the sound of the sword now, no matter in terms of technical content or destructive power, is far inferior to the battle between him and Lothar that day.

But... this is an assessment after all.

Lothar asked Tyrion to find a suitable master for the Destroyer. Since it was a promise, the great lord would definitely try his best to complete it.

boom

The blade and the warhammer collided again. When the weapons criss-crossed at high speed, the beating sparks seemed to ignite the stagnant air. Tyrion, who held the sword in both hands, used the fighting method of the high elf rangers rigidly. After the sword is swung, the heavy weapon will bring about a strong inertia, and the agile elves use this inertia reasonably.

In the eyes of bystanders, it is not Tyrion who is wielding the Ashbringer, but rather the Ashbringer is actively attacking the opponent, and Tyrion is just moving around with the beating of the weapon.

The sword is driving the sword bearer.

Keng

Tyrion's slender body spun three times in the air, the whistling blade accumulated enough kinetic energy, and slashed fiercely on the king's warhammer from top to bottom, that huge force oppressed Alsace's weapon up, pressing his hammer to the ground.

Holy Light, give me strength!

Alsace's deep voice sounded at this moment, the scorching holy light was like a lighted lamp, ignited in the young king's body, the holy energy wandered in Alsace's body, the warmth eased The pain in his body gave him new strength.

I... won't, lose again!

The warhammer pressed by the blade raised Ashbringer's blade into the air bit by bit while Arthas' body was straightening up, and the black shadow blade lit up behind him, slashing His movement slashed towards Alsace's back, but was blocked by a thin layer of light.

During the healing of the holy light, the young king's frostbitten cheeks were also recovering quickly, and he stared at the Lord Darkblade in front of him, and the latter was also looking at him.

Win or win is not determined by shouting two slogans...

Tyrion took the initiative to take a step back. The next moment, the warhammer wrapped in holy light slammed down against his sideways body. This was a subconscious tactical reaction, and the movements of the two at this time were very similar to those of a few minutes ago. that short confrontation.

But at the moment when Tyrion's dodge ended, Arthas suddenly stretched out his right hand, like a thrown hook lock, and five fingers were precisely clasped on the shoulder of the high lord.

Yes! It's not something that can be decided by shouting slogans...but I will also grow!

boom

With Alsace as the center, the compressed golden light exploded from the body of the paladin, like a bomb that exploded. Sweeping away, the holy storm, which is often used by high-level paladins to clear large groups of enemies, swept across the battlefield with a sweeping attitude.

Crack, click

Under the scorching halo, cracks appeared on the ground that had become extremely solid during the ten thousand years of freezing, as if the sun was shining on this gloomy place for the first time in ten thousand years.

But no matter how hot the light is, there is darkness that cannot be dispelled. At the moment when the light feathers of the holy storm dissipated, in front of the panting Alsace, Tyrion still stood calmly in the shadow that wrapped his body.

On his arm, some golden flames were still burning, like fire oil attached to a living body.

Snapped

The high lord waved his hand and easily extinguished the flame on his arm. He put the Ashbringer on the ground and looked at Alsace with a hint of appreciation in his icy blue eyes.

The move just now was not bad.

If it wasn't because I'm so much stronger than you, maybe I'd be hurt.

It sounds like harsh sarcasm, but whether it is Tyrion or Alsace, they can hear the appreciation in this sentence. It is true that Alsace is at most an enhanced version of a high-level knight. He may He can't even beat Jaina in a burst of mana, but he's still young and he's full of potential.

And Tyrion was right, if another person were to fight Alsace, facing the burst of holy light that the young king just shot, even a high-level death knight would be too close to die. Cannot save against all holy damage.

You really have a talent hidden under your body.

The great lord looked at the vigilant Alsace:

Forgive me for being mistaken for the first time. The degree of compatibility between you and the power of the Holy Light is really beyond expectations. You have grown to this level in just a few years. It seems that I should regard you as a confidant. The enemy is coming to see.

You are not invincible.

Facing the evaluation of the great lord, the young king clasped his warhammer tightly with his ten fingers, and said in a deep voice:

I already have the confidence to defeat you, what I need...maybe just time.

Um?

Tyrion smiled, turned his head to look at Frostmourne floating beside him, and whispered:

Why? Don't you want this magic sword now?

Let me tell you, what that voice told you is true, as long as you hold this sword, you will immediately gain strength that can temporarily rival mine, and as long as you are willing to pay more, you can indeed become Second me.

The things you want to achieve are right in front of your eyes, and you can touch the future as long as you reach out your hand. Are you really not tempted?

Arthas was silent for a few seconds, and then raised his head again. In those blue eyes, a hint of vigilance flashed past. His gaze swept over the black magic sword, and he said:

Respond to your words... I will not be you, Tyrion, I will be better than you!

This awareness...

Tyrion laughed dumbfounded. He let go of one hand and waved Ashbringer with one hand. He looked at Arthas:

This realization can be regarded as the first thing I teach you today, and I'm going to teach you the second thing now, are you ready to listen?

The latter didn't answer, and Tyrion didn't need to.

He took a step forward. At this moment, the death energy in the body of the great lord exploded, and a pressure like facing a god of death hit Alsace's body fiercely, even though it was only similar to The invisible and intangible aura of Longwei really oppressed his actions at this moment.

He only had time to raise his warhammer high in the instinctive warning, and then exploded all the holy light energy in his body, and in the next second, he transformed into nearly 20 Ashbringers of dark sword shadows at the same time, He smashed hard on Alsace's warhammer.

The sturdy warhammer inherited from the Menethil family was easily split in two at the moment of contact, and the moment the blade touched Arthas' body, Tyrion's wrist flipped, and the blade fell from the cleave. The slash turned into a slap.

boom

The young king felt his eyes go dark, as if he had been hit head-on by a giant battering ram. At the moment when the cold blade hit his chest, Alsace completely lost control of his body and holy light. He was like a ball that was slapped hard by a clumsy naughty boy, whizzing and flying backwards in the cave of the ten-thousand-year glacier.

Those crystal-clear icebergs, those ice and snow rolled up by a huge force, those flying fragments due to the impact, even the solid ground, were ploughed out by this crushing blow. A clear notch was made.

kuang

The black shadow shattered the main body of the glacier, and when the entire Cold Wind Cavern began to collapse, amidst the loud noise resounding through the entire Dragonbone Wilderness, Arthas lay weakly lying on the ground that was blown out of a concave shape.

Under the protection of the Holy Light, he was not in danger of life, but his whole body was covered with horrible abrasions, and half of his body was buried under the shattered frozen soil.

swish

Tyrion appeared beside Alsace. He moved his wrist and patted the young king's cheek with the cold blade. The moment Alsace opened his eyes, he heard the sarcasm of the high lord. sound:

This is the second thing I will teach you today, Arthas Menethil.

You do have talent, but there is no difference between a genius who has not grown to the extreme and those who are mediocre. You need time to make yourself strong, and before that, you'd better avoid those who are really strong. . . . rather than reckless head-on.

Maybe in the future you will become an opponent that gives me a headache, but in my eyes, you are now an immature warrior who doesn't know how to protect yourself. The value of your death is basically the same as the value of your existence, which is approximately equal to... 0 !

Hehe, it's a pity...

Amidst the humming of the Ashbringer, Tyrion, who made a low, mocking laugh, held his long sword back and stood beside Arthas, aiming the blade at the king's chest in the air.

Warrior of the Holy Light in the future, your time has returned to zero...

Let him go! Devil!

At this moment, a sharp female voice broke through the barrier of wind and snow, and appeared in the ears of Alsace and Tyrion. Along with it, there was also a group of extremely cold magical energy. Its target was impressively Tyrion, ready to kill the killer.

The Great Lord Dark Blade waved his hand expressionlessly and smashed the icy energy. Looking at the figures rushing out of the snowstorm, he also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

The procrastination guys are finally here... If you are a little later, this scene will be very difficult to continue.

He's really an incompetent actor...