Shadow Trails in Azeroth

"Buzz"

The light transmitted over a large area lit up on the wall of the North County Monastery. As the magic vibration slowed down, everyone who was frightened by Lothar appeared from the light.

But they soon realized that they could not escape the realm of the Lich King's power.

The Alliance of Order, which had been able to fight the invading undead head-on before, was now at an absolute disadvantage. The undead commanded by Yrel felt the call of Frostmourne and the Lich King.

They became very violent, almost overwhelming the paladins and soldiers led by Turalyon under the city wall in a sweeping manner.

The interior of the North County Monastery, which was originally controlled by the Alliance of Order, has been turned upside down by the power of Frostmourne. The undead being awakened from the monastery's cemetery have joined the battle from behind.

The newly awakened dead are all wearing armor from all eras, and their power is obviously much stronger than the undead outside.

This is also normal.

The deceased who can be buried in the North County Abbey after death are either the great nobles of Stormwind City, or generals and commanders who have made outstanding achievements in the history of the development of the Kingdom of Stormwind.

The most buried people in this holy land cemetery are the human warriors who died fighting against the aliens in the seven-year orc war.

The fighting prowess of these guys is no joke.

They were pulled back from death to the material world by Frostmourne, and at the moment of resurrection they became the most powerful chargers under the Lich King Lothar.

They hardly need to learn and adapt. When they open their eyes under the powerful death aura, they have become excellent death knights. This scene will definitely make the high lord Ravencase cry with envy.

In terms of number of people, the elves are really outnumbered.

The number of people in the entire Black Crow Regiment plus the logistics personnel was not as large as the death knights that Lothar had created in less than a few minutes.

They were surrounded.

The violent undead from the front and rear were squeezing towards the Allied Forces of Order from two directions, and the news detected by the Griffin Knights was even more disappointing.

All over Elwynn Forest there are undead rising from the graveyards.

Their numbers are colliding every second, and they are all rushing towards the North County Abbey.

quantity?

The concept of quantity became a real joke at this moment.

The number of undead has exceeded the limit they can imagine, and they are still expanding, ten times? hundred times?

Still wanting to win now is an outright false proposition.

Even the most determined paladins felt only endless despair in their hearts when faced with such numbers.

If Velen and Faol hadn't been powerful enough, and the holy light barrier held up by them was tough enough, these warriors would never have been able to survive until now despite such a terrible numerical disadvantage.

"Lotha was controlled by that magic sword. He resurrected His Majesty Ryan and brutally killed Master Antonidas. Our war is over.

We failed. "

With a disappointed tone, the Sun King said to the Pope who supported the Holy Light Barrier on the city wall:

"We can't stay here anymore. Lothar holding Frostmourne has become a very difficult enemy for us to fight against. We must retreat first and then find a way to figure out the weakness of this death force.

Staying here will only destroy us. "

"They won't let us leave."

Fao heard the terrible news that made people despair. He sighed and drew a religious symbol on his chest, and then looked down at the paladins who were still fighting outside the barrier.

Facing the surging sea of ​​undead in front of them, the persistence of the Holy Light Warriors seemed so pale.

They constantly swayed the holy light to burn and knock down the undead in front of them, but no matter how hard they tried, the number of undead still did not decrease at all.

The Pope tightened his grip on the holy staff and whispered:

"Someone must stay here to attract the attention of the undead, and only spellcasters like you can bring these precious powers out despite the layers of siege.

I will stay!

I will try to purify Lothar and the magic sword in his hands, you go! Break out immediately! "

Faol turned to look at Velen beside him and said:

"Your Majesty the Prophet, I'm sorry to involve you in this terrible incident. As the leader of the Draenei, you cannot be in danger on our land. You should retreat as well.

This monastery is a holy place for mankind, and someone must die for it. "

"There is no need to talk about sacrifice now."

Velen shook his head. The Draenei looked around and said:

“I did not see my death prophesied about me, nor did I see Northshire Abbey being taken over by death and becoming an evil place.

In the Azeroth I see, the undead are not raging here. Today is by no means the time for the demise of the Kingdom of Stormwind. We have indeed failed.

But this does not mean we have lost hope.

Fao, my companion.

You should have some confidence in Lord Anduin Lothar. As far as I know, that magic sword can indeed lead to corruption, but its distortion of thinking is not mandatory.

As long as Lord Lothar's will is strong enough, he can in turn control the magic sword born from death. "

"I'm not questioning you, Prophet."

The Sun King looked in the direction of the monastery building, shook his head and said:

"But that's not what I saw just now. Lothar is no longer similar to the tough and great soul in my memory. He has become dark and cruel."

"That's just the appearance!"

Viren said in a deep voice:

"I have a say in the power of that sword, Sun King. The demons brought that magic sword to Draenor, and I was the first wielder they chose.

It was Black's help that saved me from the fate of my fall.

In fact, on this matter, I prefer Black's statement. He did want to help, but the method he used was unacceptable to others.

That's all. "

"You Draenei people have a really interesting understanding of 'help'."

The Sun King sneered.

He didn't have a good impression of the draenei.

Everything that happened in Draenor has been sent back to Silvermoon City by his son Kael'thas. The Sun King knew that the great demon of the Burning Legion was related to the prophet in front of him.

Although they had long since parted ways, the draenei could not be fully trusted by a cautious ruler like the Sun King.

He did not argue with the prophet anymore, but called the surrounding Phoenix mages to come closer, preparing to release a large-scale long-distance teleportation spell to send the warriors here out of the North County Monastery, which had no hope anymore.

Outside the city wall, the great knight Turalyon was panting and holding his great royal sword. It can make a paladin like him so tired, which shows the anxiety of this battle.

However, the Grand Knight is still fighting high-spirited because Ms. Alleria Windrunner is helping him by his side.

The Ranger General of Silvermoon City led the elite Farstriders to help the Paladins defend their positions. Any undead that approached would have their bodies shattered with magic arrows.

But the lethality of things like arrows to the dead is completely insufficient, which makes the always brave Farstrider rangers a bit blind now.

"We have to retreat, Turalyon!"

Alleria, holding the Windrunner family's war bow, shot multiple arrows, knocking down a large number of undead that rushed in front of her, and then chopped off their heads with the elven sword.

She turned back to Turalyon and shouted:

"Tell your knights to withdraw, and we'll block their path with hunting bombs first! What is that in the sky?"

The heroic ranger general pointed to the sky. The very tired Turalyon raised his head and saw an angry figure falling from the sky.

"That's His Majesty Dai Lin! What happened to him? Why was he beaten like this?"

The paladin exclaimed.

He held the battle sword and rushed to the direction where Dai Lin fell to help, but the admiral looked miserable and actually still had the strength to fight. Before landing, he used his heroic jumping skills and jumped twice in a row from the sea of ​​the undead. Arriving at the position of the Paladins.

Dai Lin was very miserable at this time.

The armor on his body was in tatters, his beard was half shaved, and even his hair was bloody and messy.

Is this a defeat?

Before Turalyon could ask, Daelin snorted and said:

"I didn't lose. At most, I didn't win. What happened next? Why did so many undead rush out of the monastery? Did Black bring the magic sword into the valley?"

"Marshal Lothar. He has."

Turalyon shook his head, ignoring the anger that filled his eyes with grief and Daelin said:

"Now is not the time to talk about this. The Sun King is preparing to retreat. We must leave this place before the undead swamp us.

Our understanding of the power of death is so limited that we are completely powerless against Frostmourne's power. "

"You cowards who only know how to run away!"

Dai Lin cursed.

Based on his friendship with Lothar, he couldn't accept that so many people came here but still let Lothar fall into a dark damn ending.

Burning with anger, the admiral rushed up to the city wall and saw Varian Wrynn sitting there blankly and being taken care of by Arthas.

The child king's expression at this moment is really hard to describe, but the heartbroken look in his eyes made the hard-hearted Dai Lin couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

The admiral strode forward, grabbed the painful Varian, and took the Shield of Aggramar from his hand. The moment this Titan holy object fell into the admiral's hand, blue energy surged from it. Move out.

A heavy majesty was exerted on the surroundings. Dai Lin grabbed his command knife and cursed Varian beside him:

"You show such an expression when something like this happens! How do you save your two fathers like this? How do you deal with the lawless and rebellious son of my family?

You two, get your weapons!

follow me!

I'll take you to see Lothar and Black. Even if you want to escape, you have to fight it out in an upright manner! "

"No, don't go, Dad."

Little Gianna saw that her father was a little over the top, and hurriedly rushed over and grabbed Dai Lin's wrist. She begged in a tone of voice that was about to cry:

"You can't beat them, dad, don't be impulsive, let's retreat first, okay?"

"Shut up!"

Admiral Dai Lin's masculinity was seriously damaged by his daughter's words.

He stubbornly jumped off the city wall with the Titan Holy Shield. This thing is the Pillar of Creation. In the right hands, it can create far more destructive power than others imagine.

Dai Lin held the heavy shield and charged forward. Every powerful and heavy shield attack would cause a collision and explosion of Titan energy on the spot. The death knights awakened by Frostmourne were indeed powerful, but they were completely unable to withstand this attack. Inhuman power.

Seeing the admiral rushing towards the monastery alone, Arthas glanced at the anxious Jaina. The little prince gritted his teeth, picked up his Lion-Hearted Slayer and rushed down.

Varian saw how brave Arthas was, and the child king immediately clenched his fists.

He really couldn't accept that his biological father and adoptive father had become dark undead today, so he grabbed the sword and shield of the king's guard next to him and jumped down.

This immediately triggered a chain reaction.

The people who were scared away by Lothar before were all heroes and warriors. Who could be angry with this?

Now that Dai Lin was taking the lead, they followed the admiral and rushed towards the battlefield again, roaring.

Especially the dwarf Kurdran Wildhammer and fellow warrior Danath Trollbane, who came to support them. These two guys rode on griffins and followed them, shouting.

Dai Lin is right.

No matter whether you can beat it or not, you have to beat it first to know! Who would be willing to just run away with his tail curled up now?

"Anduin Lothar! You coward who succumbed to darkness!"

Dai Lin led a group of warriors to charge while roaring towards the dead and cold monastery hall:

"The Lothar I remember would never give in to despair, let alone regard unknown power as the hope of salvation! The Lothar I know may be dead. He has already entered the fire of Dalaran. A warrior's paradise!

All that exists here is a rat that stole his body and name!

What a miserable failed soul!

Get out of here!

Tell me all your dark thoughts in front of me! "

"Bang!"

Dai Lin's provocation was responded to almost immediately.

The closed door of the monastery covered with frost shattered into pieces in the next moment, and Lothar walked out of the darkness step by step with Frostmourne in hand.

Behind him, King Llane Wrynn, who was holding the funerary sword, and Antonidas, who had been transformed into a lich, followed him on the left and right.

But Blake was nowhere to be seen, which made Dai Lin's eyes tighten.

"You call me a coward? Are you going to bring me to trial?"

Lothar walked out of the monastery and asked in a low and hoarse tone:

"Daelin Proudmoore, I have given you the chance to leave, but it is good that you want to challenge the Lich King's majesty again. I will let you see what it means to flow like a river of blood!

What does it mean to be frightened by the news! "

The blade of the magic sword in his hand hung low, and streams of blue death aura poured into the earth.

The next moment, the ground rolled, and hundreds of skeletons roared out of the ground, surrounding the crowd who followed Dai Lin.

"At this time, a guy should rush up and be killed by Lothar with a sword. That would be interesting."

Black, who was hiding in the shadow next to him, watched the confrontation between the two sides. He complained softly. He didn't know whether it was because he was too strong, or because his fate was unstoppable.

In short, the next second, under the pirate's wide-eyed gaze, Dai Lin roared, grabbed the sword and shield and rushed towards Lothar, as if she really wanted to use the Pillar of Creation in her hand to beat Lothar out of the dark madness. Awake.

The result is, of course, conceivable.

"boom"

There was a loud noise, and while Blake covered his eyes and turned his head, Dai Lin, who rushed forward, flew out in disgrace at a faster speed, and even knocked Alsace behind him to the ground.

Holding Frostmourne, Lothar's strength has expanded to a terrifying level. The Shield of Aggramar can protect Dailin from injury, but he wants to win.

Basically impossible.

"enough!"

Lothar sneered and raised his sword and wanted to step forward to kill Dai Lin, but Varian shouted and rushed out, opening his arms to stand between Lothar and Dai Lin. His eyes were red and he shouted:

"Father! That's enough!

I believe that there is a heart belonging to Anduin Lothar beating under this dark appearance. I believe that death will bring you more than just ruthless power.

I believe that you did not wake up from your deep sleep to destroy the land you love so much and the people you have protected throughout your life.

I believe Anduin Lothar is alive, and I believe we can awaken him.

Stop it.

Please, stop it! "

Varian responded with an extremely cold blast. The heavy frost knocked the child king to the ground like a heavy punch, and half of his body was covered in ice.

The cry of death also sounded at this moment, and the heroes rushed to save Varian's life.

"Anduin Lothar in your memory is dead, and only the Lich King exists here. There is only one thing I regret. My sacrifice has not brought any changes to you. This is still full of The conflicting world of the living disgusts me.”

But when the Child King heard Lothar's response, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley:

"Varian, poor Varian, your weakness is so disappointing, your desire for peace has turned you from a lion into a sheep. I ask you, from the pain of my past, do you really have nothing Haven’t you learned?”