Azeroth Trail of Light

When Mograine stood up from the ground holding a holy blade like a beam of light, and when he and Tirion Fording, who had restored the power of the holy light, started charging again, the undead were finally defeated.

How strong is the ember messenger's oppression of the undead in northern Xinjiang?

That was Arthas before he became the Lich King, and he didn't dare to regret it, but after dispelling the undead, Fording and Old Mograine almost immediately stopped pursuing them.

It has been too long since the agreed time, but Dick and others have not yet returned, which is enough to explain the problem.

The two old knights didn’t even have time to tell the commanders of the Paladins, and they rode on the griffon and rushed into the sky. If the warriors of Dick died in Naxxramas, this victory would be lost significance.

It can be seen from the tragedies of Kurtaz and Dasso Khan that the Undead Scourge has mastered the evil method to completely resurrect these warriors. Even the old Mograine could not imagine if the people of Dick were all returned. After entering the natural disaster camp, one's own side will be under pressure.

It is no exaggeration that if the worst situation comes true, the unequal strength comparison between the two sides will instantly increase to the point where everyone is desperate.

This is not a weakening, but a terrible scene of ebb and flow.

When the two rushed to the sky above Naxxramas, they looked at the green shield shining with unknown light and swung two swords of holy light but could only return without success. Ni said to Fording with a headache,

"How did they get through?"

"It is said to be a kind of potion, which can simulate the breath of the undead, but I don't have it here. It's a headache!"

Fording is also a bit tangled. The magic shield in front of him is really uncomfortable. Even when the old Mograine is in full bloom, it is difficult to break it, not to mention that the old knight has just recovered from his injury and is far from coming. The degree of complete recovery.

However, just as the two knights were thinking of various ways, the shield in front of them suddenly shone, and then disappeared. Old Fording was stunned for a moment. The eagle jumped up and pounced on the undefended Naxxramas, followed by Mograine.

After both of them jumped into the shield, the green shield returned to its previous appearance. The old knights instinctively felt that something was wrong, but it was not the time to care about it. They quickly stayed at Nak. Samath ran on the surface, the area of ​​this large natural disaster floating city was too big, and it took 2 minutes for them to find the battlefield with violent energy fluctuations.

Fording stepped back a few steps, the old Mograine held the Ashbringer who had completed the transformation in both hands, took a deep breath, and injected all the holy energy surging in his body into it, and the Ashbringer came again. That kind of overbearing holy light, the energy blade extended quickly, and when the momentum reached the peak, the old knight slashed down fiercely.

"boom!"

With the full blow of this epic hero, even the real steel has to be melted, not to mention the mixture of steel and stone. At the moment when the entire Naxxramas was violently shaking, it was accompanied by masonry. Flying around, Fording and Mograine followed the cut-out hole one after another and jumped into the fierce battlefield.

As soon as Fording hit the ground, in the dusty environment, a war knife shining with death energy slashed at him. Old Fording stepped back and hit the black figure with a punch. The power of light smashed it out.

Then he saw Uther, who was driven into a mess by Dasso Khan and Kurtaz, Fording drew his sword and joined the battlefield.

"Uther, you trash, we're here to save you!"

On the other side, Gotic, who was constantly throwing cursing spells at Anvina with a smile, caught off guard, a brilliant light fell on his body, and the Necromancer's complexion changed drastically, on the surface of his body. With all of his magic shields destroyed, he almost immediately withdrew from the battlefield.

Then Gotik saw the old knight standing in front of him. When the Necromancer saw the famous Ashbringer, he wanted to turn his head and escape at first sight. There was no way, this almost invincible knight exerted pressure on these guys. too strong.

But when Gotic saw the hilt in Mograine's hand, his escape movement suddenly stopped, and then he stood in place, under the white goatbone hood, that indifferent and vicious. There was a look of triumph in his eyes.

"Tell me, Mograine, Ashbringer, hehe, after you climbed out of the **** of betrayal, why don't you cherish your life?"

The necromancer seemed to have caught some kind of handle of the old Mograine. Holding the bone staff in his hand, he stretched out his hand and nodded in the direction of the old knight, his tone frivolous.

"Then tell me, Mograine, what are you going to use to kill me? Use your "Cinderbringer" that broke even the blade?"

The arrogance of the Necromancer is not unreasonable. The Ashbringer who was caught by Mograine really only has one hilt left. You can still see a little bit of broken stubble on the blade, and he is completely I didn't feel the fluctuations from that sword, as if this holy blade that made the undead had been scared by the wind had really broken.

If Mograine had no Ashbringer, his threat would be greatly reduced, which is already the consensus of the experts on the side of natural disasters.

But after seeing Gotik’s confident expression, there was also a smile on Mograine’s face under his helmet.

"Gotik the Reaper, you committed a sensational slaughter when the undead attacked Sidalongmir three years ago. At least 1,500 civilians and nobles died under your evil spells. Today, you The retribution is coming!"

The old knight injected the tumbling energy from his body into the hilt, and golden flames rose from around his body, submerging his entire body. The next moment, a golden sword body that throbbed like flowing flames. Appearing on the stubble of the Ashbringer, Mograine shook it lightly, and the blade made up of golden flames made a whistling sound in the air, and the flames surrounding the body were also cut away. , But quickly converged into the sword body, causing the flame to jump more violently. The flowing flame dripped under the sword body, turning into a little holy flame, floating beside the old knight.

He still wore the wine-stained clothes, even without armor, but behind him, two golden wings flapped lightly, looking like the light feathers of Dick’s Holy Avenger, but Di Ke knows, that's different!

Mograine's light wings, like the dark bat wings behind Uther, are a symbol of strength. As long as the old knight can still fight, the light wings will not disperse.

The old knight, who was surrounded by fiercely burning golden flames, tilted his head and looked at Gotik the Reaper, who was slowly retreating.

"You want to run now, it's too late!"

"boom!"

The blade of the holy fire in the old knight's hand waved forward, and the overwhelming flames pushed forward like burning the sky and boiling the sea. When he began to charge, the flames rushed around him, and there was even a substantive sign.

Even Master Anvina was pushed back by this destruction-like flame for several steps. She stood beside Dick and raised her thumb with one hand towards the back of the old Mograine.

"Wow! This uncle is so fierce!"

At the moment when he saw the overwhelming sacred fire scattered, Dick also put his heart back in his stomach. Old Mograine made the Ashbringer fully admit him. If Dick remembers correctly, the current form of the sword should be It is an advanced form of an artifact called "Burning Revenge".

It seems that after the old Mograine survived this tragedy and survived, his will has also changed. He can't say that this is a good thing or a bad thing, but at least at this moment, Dick hopes to see The hope of breaking the game is here!

He turned his head to look at Rivendell, who was crawling out of the brick ruins in embarrassment. After there was no pressure in his heart, Dick also planned to completely end this ugly life here.

"Go help Sylvanas!"

The Paladin turned his head and said to the eager Anvena. The latter pursed his lips reluctantly, but eventually recreated his Anvena legion and charged towards the high elf general who had to flee everywhere. Past.

"Don't think you won! Dick, none of you can get out of here!"

Rivendell’s chest was printed with the mark of a fist, which was left by the punch that Old Fording had just left. The violence of these old men was beyond Dick’s imagination, but after hearing Rivendell’s roar, Di Ke chuckled,

"Hehe, why should we escape?"

The left hand of the Paladin was clenched tightly, and the light of the halo and blessing technique was superimposed on his body. Behind him, the four wings of light began to pat lightly, the holy flame dispersed, and the holy symbol of order on his forehead began to shine , Every time that mysterious rune is lit, it will outline a delicate flame of fire in the air. When the silver streamer is flowing all over the body, Dick raised his head, and two silver streamers wafted out of his pupils. .

The sudden burst of pressure caused Rivendell’s next words to be beaten back into his stomach. The death knight couldn’t help but took a step back. Dick, who had changed dramatically in front of him, put a lot of pressure on him, even though he was still a high-level lord. When Dick took a step from the silver holy flame storm, a blazing silver footprint was left on the hard ground of Naxxramas.

"Do you think you are strong? Rivendell, you don't know what real power is!"

"Stop pretending to be fools!"

Rivendell clenched two rune swords in both hands, his legs were strong, and the whole person charged towards Dick in the ice storm and the blood-red light curtain. Behind him, the frantic ghouls and hatred also roared. Rushed over.

Facing the death knight's offensive like a mountain whistling and a tsunami, Dick moved his hands. He took three steps forward. The wind chasing sword in his hand was completely wrapped in silver flame and thunder and swung forward, accompanied by silver. The cross of stars lit up in front of Rivendell's eyes.

"Clang", "Clang".

Two crisp cracks were heard clearly on the battlefield, the death knight did not turn his head, and Dick was already wrapped in a silver flame and rushed into the sea of ​​undead behind him.

Two dark red rune sword fragments swirled from the sky into the ground, Rivendell's body solidified for a moment, and then fell to his knees on the ground.

The scorching silver flame separated a terrifying crack in his chest, and the black death energy and the silver power of order collided fiercely.

This blow can't kill him naturally, the existence of the hero rank is not so fragile, but Rivendell's will has been completely shattered by this unimaginable blow.

Three years ago, he was humiliatingly defeated by Dick.

Three years later, this humiliation returned to him again.