Azeroth Trail of Light

When the light of teleportation disappeared, Anvina, who was holding Sylvanas on her shoulder, screamed. She looked left and right. There were trees all around. This was a place she didn't recognize at all, but It was certain that she had left Naxxramas. She looked up at the floating fortress slanting in the sky, and hesitated to look at Sylvanas, who was like a walking dead in her arms.

When there was a dilemma, Master Anwina suddenly heard a faint howl of a wolf. She was stunned for a moment, and then quickly rushed towards the place where the wolf was howling, carrying the high elf general on her back.

Thassarian, who was also thrown out by the teleportation technique, gritted his teeth and grabbed one hand on the edge of the cliff, while the other hand firmly grasped the hand of Duke Tyrosos, and the two climbed up with difficulty, underneath them. , It was the Sordo River, the **** Kel'Thuzad, who threw the two of them to the edge of the West Dalungmir area.

This is where Dick escaped from Alsace's clutches.

The luck of the others was not so good. Uther and Old Mograine were thrown into the deepest part of Tirisfal Glades. Dasso Khan, Kurtaz, and Old Fording landed with them. He was thrown directly into the ruins of Lordaeron’s King City with the escaped Necromancer Silga.

The black witch Farina and Miss Jaina are also fighting a life-and-death battle in the poisonous mist canyon not far from the Scarlet Monastery. The plaguebringer Noth with facial paralysis had the worst luck and was thrown to Naxxramas. In the lowest battlefield, around him are hundreds of angry Paladins.

The dark ranger Rothema Theron who threatened the most was missing. In short, everything was terrible.

But the biggest crisis at present is Dick who is still left in Naxxramas.

The paladin’s face was hard to see the extreme, he was a little embarrassed to avoid the attack of Rivendell, which had been completely chaotic. This guy was like crazy, slapped his left arm that became a tentacled frantically, like It was the horrible whip that was swiped, and every time it was beaten, it could leave very corrosive marks on the ground and walls.

But it is not without good news.

Kel'Thuzad just stood holding his wizard cat to one side, and didn't even want to join the battle. The black dagger hanging from his waist looked so conspicuous that Dick almost didn't need to turn his head to detect it. That's the source of the chaotic energy coming from the entire space.

Mr. Bigworth lay in Kel'Thuzad's cold arms, and watched the fierce battle between the paladin and the chaotic ancient **** servant. From time to time, he let out a meow, which seemed to cheer Dick on. I remember that the guy who gave it something fun, although the body shape is different, but the breath is exactly the same.

The paladin rolled around in the air, and when he landed, he made a light leap. The dark energy shot from the eyeballs of Rivendell's shoulders. The tentacles with bone spurs and suction cups hit him fiercely. By his side, the Paladin picked up a rune sword from the ground, ignored the conflict between the dark energy and the holy light, raised it high, pierced it fiercely into the tentacles, and nailed it to the ground.

The moment the black rune sword pierced into the tentacles, it began to corrode rapidly, making a creaking sound. Dick didn’t have much time left, so he fitted the shield of the Naaru to fit and covered it with the wind chaser in his left hand. Lightning and silver light drew the gorgeous cross starlight in the air, pierced into Rivendell's heart, and the force of order gushing out completely shredded it.

But as the creation of the ancient gods, this guy is not so easy to die. It let out a roar of completely unknown meaning, stretched its left arm, and lifted it upwards. The blade that had been pierced into the ground cut away the front part of the tentacles. The blood was flying around, but the torn tentacles split from the broken place, stretched, and quickly turned into a more disgusting flowering shape.

This thing in front of me is definitely challenging the three views of normal people. The flowering tentacles can not only be used as growth whips, but also green and purple mucus can be sprayed from the top. No matter what it is, Dick absolutely does not I hope that stuff gets on my body.

But after the duration of the Holy Avenger disappeared, Dick, who had returned to the high-ranking lord, was indeed unable to deal with this thing before his eyes. Most importantly, he lacked opportunities.

Order and chaos restrain each other, but in terms of power level, Dick's left arm is definitely far beyond the monster in front of him, but it protects his deadly place quite well, and Dick has no chance to penetrate into it.

When he wanted to go around behind this guy, the jagged tentacles on the top of his head almost cut his legs directly.

This disgusting monster appeared entirely for disgusting people.

Paladins can’t even imagine what terrible results this thing will have if it falls into the duny battlefield below, but where the ancient gods are, the minds of mortals will be distorted and burnt, and that kind of pain is the root of ordinary people. Unbearable.

Dick was looking for an opportunity, but Kel'Thuzad did not have much technical content in this kind of battle. He even opened his mouth and yawned, although it was a bit creepy for a white bone to make such an action.

"Hey, knight, Dick... The last time you buried me in that dark cave, you were not so soft-hearted... I mean, if you can't kill it in 1 minute, I don't mind sending you. One ride!"

Kel'Thuzad's stern voice entered Dick's ears, and the Paladin did not answer, but rushed to meet Rivendell's tentacles quickly. This scene made Kel'Thuzad slightly enlarged his mouth.

"Wait! I asked you to fight, not to die! You idiot!"

But at the next moment, a golden light suddenly lit up behind Rivendell, and the big lich’s eyes lit up and saw a blonde high elf girl with a single ponytail appeared behind the ancient god’s creation, her hands shining with gold. The flames of justice hit the back of Rivendell's head.

"Look at Master Anwina's super powerful blow!"

"boom!"

Regardless of the skill, the strength is indeed real. Anvina’s strength is indispensable to Rivendell’s head. Although the body structure of the ancient god’s creation is no longer similar to that of ordinary creatures, it is Under this blow, he still delayed his offensive action for a moment.

Facing an opponent like Dick, let alone a moment, it is extremely deadly in a moment.

Sure enough, at this moment, Dick held the long and narrow hilt of the Wind Chaser with both hands, roared, bounced from the ground, and almost completely submerged the silver light blade into Rivendell’s already deformed head. In the center, this was not enough. When the silver power of order surged from his body and gathered on the fist of his left hand, Dick slammed a punch, and the stimulus of the power of non-order burned to the extreme silver. The fist blasted directly into the eyes of this disgusting guy, like a burning red nail, turning the head of this sad creation into a pot of porridge.

After Anvina and Dick retreated, Rivendell's huge and deformed body shook twice, and after a low whimper, it smashed into the center of the battlefield like a rock.

"Huh...huh..."

Dick breathed hurriedly. He looked at Kel'Thuzad on the opposite side. Anwina held the warhammer in both hands and blocked Dick, but the big lich didn’t make any movement, but took the kitten in her hand first. Gently place them on the ground, and then gently pat them together with the hand bones like white jade.

"Papa."

He also sighed with his weird voice,

"Awesome! Awesome! You really deserve to be the successor of the power of order tens of thousands of years later. Although you are reluctant, you still killed my carefully crafted servant, Dick...you are not an ordinary person, since you can be cruel I knew this the moment I cut off my left hand."

"Now it looks like I have a good vision, at least I didn't look at the wrong person!"

Facing the praise of the great lich, Dick did not answer, but silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and raised the wind chasing sword in his hand. The one standing in front of him was Kel'Thuzad, who was more dangerous than the original history. , If he was originally a snake, now he is a king cobra.

The most terrible thing is that it was fed by Dick himself. If he hadn’t guided Kel’Thuzad to come into contact with the artifact dagger full of distorted will, I’m afraid he would not face the current desperate situation, but in other words, if He didn't use this dagger in exchange for the lives of himself and Jaina, and now there is no such thing as Dick.

One peck and one drink are determined by heaven.

This **** fate is really unpredictable.

Facing the vigilant paladin, the great lich shrugged. He stretched out his hand and took off from his waist the dark dagger that made Dick's whole body uncomfortable. At the hilt of that dagger, the rotating eyes were looking intently. Looking at him, that was the gaze of Sataras, a demon that died in ancient times, but the poison has spread to this day.

It is definitely not an honor to be stared at by such a guy.

But the next moment, when the Great Lich took out something from his gorgeous storage ring, Dick's eyes widened completely.

"That thing... how could that thing be in your hands! That's not being..."

"Oh? This is what you said?"

Kel'Thuzad pinched the amber eyeball floating in the air with three white bone fingers, shook it in front of him, and asked in a weird tone.

"Then who do you think issued the mission for the Assassin League? Do you really think it is Chu'gall? Do you really think that savage ogre with an abnormal brain can discover the secret in this eyeball? No, no, obviously he still No, his poor IQ keeps him immersed in the so-called "Twilight's Hammer" fantasy, that sad guy."

"He thought he had found the medium to master the power of the ancient gods. He was too stupid. He had no idea that the only thing in the world that could control the power of the ancient gods without side effects had already been given to me by your own hands! Dick, I have to thank you, and my master has to thank you too! You are the one who linked me to her glory!"

The paladin felt his scalp numb again, not because of the eye of C'Thun that Kel'Thuzad had handed over to Galona by his own hand, but the meaning behind it. He suddenly realized that he seemed to In a big trouble!

Kel'Thuzad and Galona misled him with vague language, making him think that Gu'gall was going to get the eyeball, but now it seems that Dick may personally hand the eyeball to the person who shouldn't get it.

"Of course, I would also like to thank you for once again sending the necessities for the sublimation of Sataras to my hands! Look, the eye of C'Thun, but this is not the eye of C'Thun, this is the servant's hand in endless A part taken from my master’s body years ago! Now, it’s back!"

The zealous big lich raised the amber eyeballs high and gently placed them on the other side of the dark dagger in the other hand. When the two eyeballs merged together, they were taken by Kel'Thuzad. Sataras-the blade of the dark empire in his hand has begun its evil transformation!

The recurved blade, which was engraved with weird twisted runes, continued to extend, and finally bends into a round barb. The runes on it were hidden under the smooth surface. The green fluorescence lighted up on the blade, letting it sit on the handle. The barbs gradually melted away, transforming it from an evil weapon into a green artwork.

There is still a round gem inlaid under the handle. At the top of the handle, the eyes on both sides no longer turn, as if they have become exquisite carvings, but the evil breath is not due to the beauty of its appearance. Reduce even a single cent.

No matter which direction he looked at, the pupils of the carved eyes were still looking straight at him.

Dick couldn't help taking a step back.

After he personally experienced the transformation of several artifacts, even the awakening of Utalus-the Deadwind Reaper, who manipulated magic power, did not make him so scared, but now, the invisible fear has indeed filled Dick’s. Mind.

He recognized the weapon held high by the lich.

That...that is the advanced form of Sataras-the blade of the dark empire-the most evil blade that controls the will of all things, called the twisted mirror image.

The sweet and greasy voice that made people feel chills entwined in Dick’s ears,

"I... I'm back!"

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