Azeroth’s Death Track

It never occurred to Tyrion that Northrend, the land of Dragonblight, would be the place where the war ended.

This is not a good battlefield. The climate here is cold, and the snow that has accumulated for tens of millions of years is covered everywhere. Kobold followers, of course, the most important thing is the Wyrmrest Temple standing in the center of Dragonbone Wilderness, the base camp and holy place of the five-color dragon army.

Although he is not afraid of giant dragons, it is undoubtedly unwise to fight them on their home ground, and according to the news Tyrion got, the red dragon queen who was shame by him once seems to be at this moment. Resting in the Dragon's Rest Temple, facing the rough-skinned and thick-skinned crazy female dragon without the treasure of fighting against the dragon - the soul of the dragon, is not a pleasant thing to do.

He came to Northrend on this trip because he had important things to do, and he came to teach the aggressive human king that he just did it casually. Seeing the reinforcements from Alsace, Lord Darkblade knew that this scene should come to an end. It's time to end.

He promised Lothar that he would give the human empire time to recuperate, then he would not destroy his promise at this time. Similarly, the test for the War Destroyer has also ended. Although it is a pity, the current Alsace, It is true that there is no ability to wield this sword of the empire.

He is still too immature.

But before leaving, the High Lord doesn't mind having a...fun with these pioneers.

Grand Vindicator Maraad and Nerubian Priest Kyrix are the two most powerful in this group. Compared with the Nerubian Priest who is better at fighting at the spiritual level, the Grand Vindicator has his duty to become the leader of this little team. The main attacker of the team's position, and only the sacred shield he wears all over his body can protect Tyrion's body from being corroded in the icy storm that is set off around Tyrion.

While Maraad and the Great Demon King Tyrion were fighting head-to-head, the other members stood on the periphery, supporting the Grand Vindicator with endless spells, so the elite soldiers who came here were all skilled. The skill of long-range attack, when facing the Lord of the Dark Blade who opened the Frost Domain, is not powerless to fight back.

Elements! Hear my call!

Thrall, wearing the orc shaman's signature bone armor, raised the war hammer in his hand, and fused his will with the power of the elements lingering around him. The next moment, a dazzling thunder and lightning fell from the sky, and the gloomy clouds entwined in the sky Underneath, the dazzling white light reflected Thrall as if Thor came into the world.

His whole body seemed to be encased in a layer of lightning battle armor. In Thrall's shout, the warhammer in his hand seemed to be wielding a force of ten thousand hectares. Highlord Tyrion.

swish

The lightning trident that danced in the air like silver tree sparks pierced the air, bringing out a scorching stench, and smashed the extremely lethal force on the dark green light shield outside the body of the high lord. The anti-magic shield suffered such a blow, but it only left invisible ripples on the surface, which could not even hinder Tyrion's actions.

And beside Thrall, under the protection of the tauren Bane holding a heavy weapon and a heavy shield, the trainee shadow hunter Vol'jin is squatting on the ground, using a set of simple and small totems to draw a special voodoo circle. Behind Jin, one could faintly see distorted shadows passing by one by one, like some kind of powerful ghost, observing the battlefield in front of him through Wojin's field of vision.

Interfere with him! Thrall, contain him!

Vol'jin's shout echoed in the air:

Quickly! Immediately...give me a few more minutes!

On the outskirts of the battle field between the Grand Vindicator and Tyrion, the Archmage Modera held a black wand. When she flicked her fingers, bright starlight shot out from the wand, which would be caused by the rhythm of Tyrion's body. The death energy and the ghosts that kept breeding in the air were erased clean. Behind her, Jaina and a draenei priest were half kneeling on the ground, nervously treating Arthas, who was seriously injured all over his body.

Don't scare me, Assas, don't sleep, open your eyes! Look at me! Bastard, look at me!

Jaina hugged the young king who was breathing weakly. During her call, the light in Arthas' eyes was dimming. The king's body full of scars was still recovering a little bit, but it was just barely getting out of the desperate situation of dying.

Anna! Stand up!

Archmage Modera, who was waving his wand to kill the ever-growing ghosts, yelled sharply:

Now is not the time for love! The warriors on the battlefield need your strength! Hurry up!

And just as the archmage's voice fell, the balance of the frontal battlefield was also broken at this moment.

boom

The shadow of the dark sword of the Ashbringer danced, and the great garrison officer wielding the warhammer seemed to be in a storm of sharp swords dancing wildly. The bright holy shield wrapped around his body became dim after persisting for a few minutes. As if it might be broken at any time, this makes Maraad more and more frightened. The holy shield is the ultimate defense for the Draenei defenders against the understanding of the Holy Light. Lie Yan (raging flames), but such a powerful defense still can't stop the supreme sharp blade of the Dark Blade Lord.

In the world of Draenor, Maraad had dealt with the leader of the Dark Blade Legion. Although he was powerful back then, he was not invincible. Now, in just a few years, Tyrion's strength swelled to a frightening level, and the defense officer had a hard time fighting.

This is still under the condition that the nerubian disassembler continues to use the spiritual force web to hinder Tyrion's actions.

Honestly, it kind of bores me.

Let's move on to phase two.

The monstrous sword shadow disappeared suddenly at this moment, and Tyrion, who was showing his figure, slashed down with his sword, and the sacred shield around Maraad shattered in response, and amidst the dim light feathers drifting, Tyrion's other A fist struck Maraad's shoulder with the power of a giant dragon. The sturdy armor dotted with purple gems seemed to be frozen in ice in an instant, and then within less than a tenth of a second, Burst like crumbs.

The Grand Vindicator's body staggered back, wondering what Tyrion's so-called second stage was?

The next moment, under the special light shining in the eyes of the Lord Darkblade, the Ashbringer in his hands suddenly reversed his grip, and then in Tyrion's low voice, he stabbed fiercely into the frozen ground under his feet.

Warriors of the Frozen Wastes! In the name of the Dark Blade...stand up!

boom

The huge black energy like a waterfall was crushed by Tyrion's will, and ruthlessly rushed into the ground under everyone's feet. This glacier was trembling in such a huge collision, and amidst the sound of ice breaking, Those ghosts who had been buried here for thousands of years were awakened, and in an instant they were captured by Tyrion's huge and majestic spirit.

click

Behind the team that came to rescue Alsace, amidst the falling snow, a huge mammoth crawled out of the glacier roaring, its bones covered with icicles. , after losing flesh and blood, this skeleton became more infiltrating, and after being infused with death energy, it became more dangerous than when it was alive.

kuang

The bone mammoth raised its elephant-like front hooves in a silent roar, and slammed hard on the back of the human warrior who was caught off guard. As the ground collapsed under his feet, two soldiers with muskets waved their hands to grab The rescue arm of his companion fell into the suffocating cold darkness under the glacier amid desperate screams.

In the increasingly chaotic wind and snow, the awakened Vrykul ghosts stepped forward one after another, rushing into the chaotic formation with stiff and heavy steps. The warriors of all races struggled against this sudden attack The monsters that came out, this is a place of misery outside civilization, where everything is rare, but dead bodies are everything.

Those bodies of bones buried under the glacier were awakened one after another, and their number was growing rapidly. What was even more desperate was that the moment Tyrion drew out the black epee, the glacier that collapsed behind him In the meantime, a huge Frost Bone Dragon made of pure white bones also crawled out of its grave. Its dark eye sockets without flesh and blood stared at the people on the battlefield. The blue soul fire is even more creepy.

It roared up to the sky, and the weathered bones no longer had the ability to make a sound, but the breath of the terrifying giant beast was thrown, and Tyrion's long gray hair was blown away amidst its roar.

Wolking!

The tauren Bane was holding a heavy gun, and frantically poured a storm of bullets on the body of the bone mammoth moving back and forth in front of him. Thrall also swung his hammer and shield, with a calm posture like a gladiator and almost The head vrykul undead began to fight, and the orc shaman swung his shield and smashed it between the bones of the bone undead in front of him. He shouted without looking back:

Done yet?

Behind him, the troll Vol'jin inserted the last totem between the cumbersome voodoo magic circle under his feet, but before the troll activated the magic circle, a cold breath rose from behind him, and the light The icy gauntlets lightly draped over the troll's shoulders.

Wol'jin, can you tell me what you're doing?

Tyrion's teasing voice reached Vol'jin's ears, and the troll's body stiffened at this moment. He knew who was behind him, and it only took one thought to activate the voodoo spell under his feet. He could turn the tide of battle instantly, but he couldn't do it.

hum

At the moment when Tyrion's long sword was about to pierce Vol'jin's body from behind, the suddenly increased spiritual force sticked to the body of the high lord from all directions, and the voice of the nerubian priest dismantling also echoed. Sounded in Vol'jin's heart.

Start it!

Vol'jin gritted his teeth and smashed a box of weird incense to the ground, while Tyrion, whose attack was forcibly stopped, turned his head and looked at the Nerubian in black priest robes standing in the wind and snow.

At this moment, the eyes of the Lord Dark Blade had turned into a strange pure black.

I'm starting to hate you, meddling nerubian!

The collision of the two souls created substantial waves of energy in the wind and snow, throwing the heavy falling snow into the sky, and the nerubian priest who had been using spiritual contact for the first time uttered a scream, this mysterious The guy was no longer as calm as before. It used its sharp forelimbs to tightly cover the compound eyes on the top of its head. When it staggered back, Thrall could even see the green splashes on the silver-white compound eyes of the Nerubian. blood.

It was as if its eyes had been crushed by an invisible force.

However, the dismantler's desperate gamble ushered in new hope for the deadly battle. The moment the weird incense in Wojin's hand touched the complicated and mysterious voodoo circle, a cloud of golden-red mist seemed to tear the space, Like falling from the sky, it enveloped the bodies of everyone except Wojin.

clang

Tyrion's long sword slammed down again. At this moment, Baine sacrificed himself in front of Vol'jin, but the extremely sharp Ashbringer failed to cut through the skin of Baine, who was determined to embrace death. On the contrary, At the moment when the sword's edge collided with the golden-red skin of the Tauren, there was a sound like the clanging of steel.

Tustin Goo! Come on! Invincible guys, you have been strengthened by voodoo! The loa is protecting you!

Wojin danced a mysterious and ancient war dance in that small magic circle. During his funny and eccentric movements, the golden-red light shining on the surface of everyone's bodies became more and more dazzling, and after confirming the golden-red light Shining can make people invulnerable, and in the case of vertical and horizontal invincibility, just for a moment, everyone rushed towards Tyrion's direction.

Clang, clang, clang, clang

The Ashbringer in Tyrion's hand waved again and again, and the sound of steel colliding resounded on the battlefield as the monstrous sword shadows danced. Just now, the sharp blades that could cut off everything, but now even the arms of the most ordinary human soldiers can't stand. Unable to cut through.

It seems that, as Woking said, these warriors strengthened by voodoo spells have truly entered a state of defense invincibility.

interesting...

Seeing that he was about to be surrounded by those warriors wrapped in golden and red rays of light, Tyrion's eyes flashed coldly, and his figure suddenly disappeared in place like a flash. When he reappeared, he rushed towards the standing Sustain casting Vol'jin.

Everyone present was protected by voodoo spells, but only Vol'jin wasn't... so he was the breaking point.

You protect your companions with your life... who will protect you?

Tyrion's deep voice rang in Vol'jin's ears, and the troll's war dancing posture stopped for a moment, but soon jumped again.

The loa protect their followers...

Your loa, they can't even protect themselves!

The voice rose violently, and the sharp sword slashed down. Under Tyrion's cold eyes, Vol'jin in front of him seemed to have turned into a dead man, but...

clang

With a muffled sound, the blade of Ashbringer's sword was suspended in the air by a ball of blue light, less than an inch away from Vol'jin's head, and the hair on top of the troll's head seemed to have been cut by an invisible blade The same, fluttering in the air in unison.

The light of the flashing technique dissipated, and before Tyrion's eyes, Alsace, supported by Jaina, grasped Ashbringer's blade with his left hand shining with golden red light, and swung his spare right hand upwards. During the counterattack, the young king gritted his teeth and compressed the last holy light in his body to the extreme.

The moment he waved his hand, justice hummed, and the light... unsheathed.