Azeroth Trail of Light

In the dim silver pine forest, in a quiet forest, the three forces are facing each other.

"Fur..."

Dathrohan found that he was once again trapped in a depression. The number of high-ranking lords here has already exceeded ten. It is not impossible for such a combination to kill a hero.

The worst part is that Kurtaz is still at least 10 minutes away from here, but it is difficult for him to understand why the Mograine incident involves the werewolves and these rebellious death knights! Before that, they didn't have the slightest connection at all.

But this is not the time to consider these things. As Thassarian said, Mograine's transformation cannot be done by just a death knight. This must be done by Frostmourne himself, but now the situation is already It was destined that Mograine would not fall into the hands of natural disasters.

"As you wish! The Ashbringer may not be a member of the dead, but he is also destined to not live! Northern Xinjiang, a sad land, is destined to be a natural disaster!"

Dathrohan put Mograine down from his shoulder and strangled his neck with his left hand. The death knight’s eyes were cold. For a death knight like him, he was not worried about the destruction of his body. If the touch of soul left in Frostmourne does not dissipate, he still has a chance to resurrect.

In the exclamation of Dalyan and Taelan, his palms clenched sharply, and the strength of the hero order made the old knight's bones creak, and Mograine's neck would be twisted in the next moment.

But just as Velind yelled and rushed forward, the deep shadow behind Dathrohan moved strangely, and then a bright blade of light shone from Dathrohan’s shoulder, swiftly like a stroke. Lightning in the night sky.

After the thorns knife wheel passed, the death knight's arm with Mograine's body fell to the ground amidst Dathrohan's uncontrollable cry of pain, a figure wearing a dark green armor and a knife-edge cloak. Kicked the foot on Dathrohan's chest, knocked the death knight down, and then took the old Mograine's body into his hand with the help of recoil.

"Sorry, I was a little late."

The tired and cold voice of the watcher sounded in the woods, "Next time you should ask for help earlier. Do you know how long it will take to get here from Stratholme?"

This questioning made Dalyan a little embarrassed, but in the face of this full-fledged watchman, Dalyan could only honestly take over the old Mograine and whispered,

"Sorry, Ms. Merlin, it's just..."

"Okay, let's talk about the rest. The East Dalungmir line is under fierce attack. Little Bridget needs you to go back and lead the team knights out. Herod and Myra have already rushed to the front line, so We better hurry up!"

The watchman lowered the knife wheel in his hand and jumped into the shadows. This was the signal for another war. After rescuing the old Mograine, everyone could finally let go of their hands and feet to attack. The wolves of Sarrian and Villinde, Dathrohan, who had lost his right arm, wielded the greatsword with difficulty, but after Goldrinn's sickle smashed the long sword, Dathrohan's fate was doomed.

Ten minutes later, when the dwarf death knight Kurtaz rushed here with an elite death knight, the battlefield had already calmed down. Dathrohan lost his command again and knelt on the ground. , The death knight fought to the last moment, he held the broken sword with his only hand, supporting his body not to fall, but the shocking wound on his back almost opened his chest across.

Around him, the trees were knocked down, and the ground was full of death, like being plowed over.

Kurtaz indifferently inspected the battlefield. Not far away, he found a lot of Timberwolves, which were mixed with some wild werewolves. This discovery made the dwarf's brows frowned. How did Dathrohan get in touch with these? Beast?

Kurtaz couldn't figure it out, but it didn't matter. After reaching Sohan was reshaped again, all the mysteries would be revealed.

"Take it, let's go!"

Kurtaz turned on his horse and said to the death knight beside him. He turned and led the group and disappeared into the darkness of the silver pine forest. Another round of war in the northern Xinjiang has begun, and the gate to East Dalungmir will also be closed. Being opened, he also has no time to waste here.

On the other side, Dalyan and the people are quickly retreating towards the Hillsbrad Hills. The reconstructed Dalaran is nearby. Through the portal there, everyone can quickly return to Stratholme, where they rode. On the giant wolf supported by Velinde, galloping in the forest, the watchman Merlene is by Velinde, and the two seem to be talking about some secret things.

"Aren't you going back? Everyone is worried about you. Before I changed guard and left Theramore, Princess Kalia asked about you more than once."

Melin’s body was still very straight on the Mercedes-Benz giant wolf, but on the other hand, Velind was a little looser. There was a trace of unconcealable sadness on the female werewolf’s face. She shook her head.

"I can always remember Anvina in that place... That kind of memory makes me very painful. If I could be stronger then... Thank you, but I can't go back recently. The werewolves here are wild and untamed. They madly attacked civilians, and only the Moon God Scythe can control them a little bit. Once I leave, the situation here will be even worse. The civilians are always innocent."

"Dick is looking for a way to resurrect Anvina, maybe you should help him."

Melin saw the defense line of the Hillsbrad Hills in the distance. She finally said a word to Velinde, and then drove the giant wolf and drove in that direction, while Velinde and her wolves stopped. On the edge of the silver pine forest, the female werewolf returned to the form of a night elf, carrying a green sickle, gazing at the crowd going away.

There was a trace of longing in her eyes. When Harleken, the snow-white giant wolf who followed Verinde from Blackrock Mountain to Silverpine Forest affectionately nudged Verinde’s leg and let out a comfortable whimper. The night elf stretched out his hand, rubbed Harleken's head lightly, turned his gaze to the west again, and finally shook his head.

She turned and walked into the dark jungle, with the wolves following her, like a guardian guarding the king.

There are always some people who will put the shackles on their lives, not to live more meaningfully, maybe just not wanting to forget the beauty of the past, people with delicate feelings are indecisive, but when they really make up their minds, even if they are Thousands of mountains and rivers can't stop them.

On the other side, when the exhausted Dalyan and others stepped out of the portal and returned to Stratholme, this city, which had been quiet for two years, was in a rare state of battle.

The knights of Quel'Thalas, the knights of the Silver Dawn, and the soldiers recruited from Hillsbrad Foothills walked out of the city gate one by one, and under the leadership of the commander, they rushed to different places. Li'an entrusted the old Mograine, who was almost exhausted, to the priest of Silver Dawn, and then hurried to the command hall.

Bridget Abydis, the nominal ruler of Stratholme has put on a suit of armor to make her look more heroic, but this beautiful girl is frowning on the front line. The battle report, obviously, the war went quite unsuccessfully.

"I'm back, Bridget!"

Dalyan yelled, and Abidis raised her head, her brows stretched out, but then she wrinkled again.

"What the **** are you doing? Dalyan, do you know that the undead re-launched the attack by relying on the damned floating fortress floating in the sky. The wizards of Quel'Thalas resisted very hard. Once let the **** thing? Entering the sky of East Dalungmir, all the lines of defense here are over!"

"Sorry, Bridget, but I have bad news for you!"

Dalyan lowered his voice, "The Ashbringer was ambushed by the undead and was seriously injured and dying. He was rescued by us. He is now placed in Stratholme. The **** Renault and the undead are in collusion, Bridget, we are in trouble!"

This sentence made Miss Abidis's complexion drastically changed.

"What! Damn, the Scarlet Crusade took over at least one-third of the defense of the Crusader fortress, and Andorhal and Hearthglen. Once those two places are lost..."

"This is what I worry about! Collect all the Griffin Riders, and we have to get there as fast as we can!"

Dalyan grabbed Bridget's arm, "Do you have a communication stone to contact the frontline? I have to tell them to evacuate as soon as possible. Once Renault has done something unforgivable, the three people will soon be overwhelmed by the dead. !"

Bridget immediately took out a white communication stone engraved with magic runes from her drawer, and gave it to Dalyan, but as soon as the communication was connected, two tragic wailing sounds came in. Personal ears.

"Does anyone hear? Answer quickly, anyone?"

Dalyan dragged Bridget out of the command room and shouted at the communication stone, "Quickly evacuate there, it's not safe!"

A few seconds later, a tired voice came.

"Dalyan, is that you?"

"father!"

When Bridget heard this voice, he immediately grabbed the communication stone and said anxiously, "Father, get out of there, Renault betrayed us, the **** and the undead colluded, and he even ambushed the Mograine Grand Knight. "

Miss Abidis’s voice was hoarse from the pressure, but on the other side, General Abidis, who had difficulty cutting over a ghoul, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked back at the camp and the camp that had been set alight. Among the tragedies that are happening everywhere, the hope in his eyes is losing a little bit. He said with difficulty to his daughter,

"Bridget, my boy, it's too late. Renault deceived the defense line of the barracks and caused the death knight to rush into the barracks. It has collapsed here, that lunatic...he's not saved, my boy, listen. I said, don’t come to die! Save yourself and go to Theramore to find Princess Kalia. We failed to fulfill our promise to her and the prince, but we will fight here to death. Before we die, we will not let the undead move forward. !"

"Child, I'm sorry I can't attend your wedding, Bridget, be strong. You are a good boy. You have done very well these years, but I have not praised you, but you will always be my pride! You have to go on your own way."

"puff"

The rune sword pierced through the chest of General Abidis from the back. The old general roared and shook the sword in his hand, exhausting his last strength to chop off the head of the death knight behind him. This action exhausted him. With all the will, the gray-haired old general stalked his body with a war sword, watching the undead approaching step by step in the twisted flames around him, and finally a touch of softness appeared in his eyes.

"I wish you happiness... child, goodbye."

"No! Father, no!"

Bridget held the broken sound transmission stone in her hand, tears and despair surging in her heart, Dalyan also turned his face in pain, he couldn't bear to watch this scene, the female general wept bitterly. Stratholme's command hall echoed outside, indicating that a new wound had appeared on the troubled Northern Xinjiang battlefield.

On this day, the sky of Northern Xinjiang became hazy again, because it lost many heroes who have been guarding it. This land has been flooded with blood. When the flower of revenge in the soil blooms, it will inevitably attract one. The overwhelming flames burned all the beating sins.

But before that, everything needs patience, whether it is pain or despair.