Azeroth Trail of Light

Not to mention the ongoing discussions in the Stratholme Assembly Hall. At the Agamand Mill in Tirisfal, a black figure carrying an epee and a longbow is standing in the blurry night, letting it be silent. The cold wind blew his gray hair.

Unlike the undead wandering around, when the wind blows the tip of his hair, he can always see the sharp ears hidden under the hair, as well as his slender and powerful body.

This is a high elf undead, judging from the walking corpses around him far away from him, this is still a tyrannical guy.

He has stood here a lot. In more distant places, in the black and bleak night, there are always some cold lights shining in the dark. No one knows what that means, and no one wants to explore there. Now In Tirisfal, only those who are not curious can survive, but all adventurers and scouts who enter here will keep this sentence in their hearts.

Lor'themar-Theron lowered his head, looking at his thin and pale face reflected in the small pond under his feet. Judging from the red light that kept shining in his eyes, he seemed to be in some kind of restlessness. In his memories, being absent, it was almost impossible for a ranger of his level to appear, but it really appeared.

"You are the only one left?"

A vicious and weak voice appeared not far behind Lor'themar. With the sound of the little bat flapping its wings across the air, Banazar's huge body appeared on the edge of the abandoned farm. It moved its own claws a little nervously, one of which was almost completely cut off from the middle, and judging from the horrible wound on its chest that was still beating, this guy's escape journey was not pleasant.

Admiral Barry Weswin is naturally dead long ago. Barnazar is going to stage a drama that confuses the leader and corrupts an army, but this time it was a mess. In Bridget Abbey When Diss disappeared, it was vaguely aware that something was wrong, but at the time the Dreadlord felt that things could continue. Anyway, the old Mograine was seriously injured and dying. It only needs a little skill to start from the source. Control the entire Scarlet Crusade.

But unfortunately, no matter whether it will be the fall of Naxxramas or the death of Kel'Thuzad, all this happened too quickly, and even Barnazar did not react, and he was furious with the old Mo. Gleny was stuck in Tyre's office.

Frankly speaking, at that moment, Barnazar felt he was dead.

But it finally escaped. After all, the old knight’s body has not recovered to its full glory. In addition, Barnazar, a desperate fellow, made a lot of preparations when he arrived at Tyr’s hand. At the cost of serious injuries, In the end, he fled in embarrassment in the overwhelming holy flame gallop.

Then the Dreadlord really saw the power under the iceberg, the third-party group of Paladins, which was not visible and leaky. The Argent Dawn dispatched 7 watchmen and countless assassins to the whole thing, Darron Mill, within 3 days. Barnazzar almost suffered no less than 20 assassinations, which left it with no time to recover. Finally, it had to break into Tirisfal, hide its figure in the chaotic sea of ​​undead, and then it was recovered. A life.

This is the most embarrassing time of this demon's journey in Azeroth. It has vowed countless times to lead the iron hooves of the undead and natural disasters in the coming year to completely flatten this **** place, but the facts are always cruel. Right now the entire northern Xinjiang The situation has turned upside down, and it is a luxury to go back to Northrend just by relying on its seriously injured body.

So even though he was not familiar with Lor'themar-Theron, after inquiring the whole story, Barnazar found it all the way. It desperately needed a powerful guardian to **** it back to Northrend.

"Dathrohan and Kurtaz were killed, Hilgai was cut off by Tirion Fording, Falena and Noth missed and captured, Anubrekan died on the spot, Kel'Thuzad... .It’s dead, you’re right, I’m the only one left."

Lor'themar's voice is very hoarse, but probably because he is a high elf, his voice is of the kind that sounds nice in the Undead Scourge, and it has a special kind of magnetism.

But he hasn't moved yet. He just quietly looked at the water pool under his feet, seeming to distinguish the difference between his current self and his previous self. Banazar didn't notice this. The dreadlord shook his hand anxiously and moved towards Luo. Selma shouted,

"Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you command the undead in Tirisfal to stop those mad Paladins? Did you know that in just half a month, the battlefield of West Dallonemir is about to be overthrown! If there is any Your command, we will never fall to such a miserable position. Don’t tell me you can’t control them. A guy like you is more than enough to take over the command of Kel’Thuzad...unless...unless..."

The Dreadlord ranted a few words, and a big-open thought suddenly jumped into its mind full of cunning schemes. This thought was so frightening that even Banazar couldn’t help swallowing. This Now that the miserable Nathrezim Demon realized that he seemed to have done something wrong, it cautiously backed away a few steps.

Until this time, Lor'themar, who had never reacted to Barnazar’s scolding, turned her head. He moved his arms and didn't see any movement. The Black Rose bow behind him fell on the palm of his hand.

"Unless what?"

Theron’s indifferent question made Banazar more and more aware that something was wrong. It did not answer. Instead, it stared at the body of the dark ranger in front of him, ready to transform into a bat to escape at any time. Things have reached this point, and everything is clear. , There must have been some changes in Theron's body that were not clear to the Dreadlord. This change made it a little frightened.

The next moment, under the gaze of Barnazar, Lor'themar-Theron, the powerful Dark Ranger who was killed by Arthas himself, and whose soul fragments were sucked into Frostmourne, lightly moved with his left hand. A piece of purple broken crystal was taken out of his arms and crushed gently.

The slightly floating purple light floated around Lor'themar's body, and finally returned to the already icy body.

And the blood-red light in the dark ranger’s eyes is also gradually converging at this moment, like a slowly extinguishing bonfire, which seems to represent the coming of eternal darkness, but at the moment when the fire of the king’s spirit is completely extinguished, a touch of green The light reappeared in this eye socket, which seemed to mean that a new time was about to begin.

Lor'themar-Theron is still the body of the undead, but after completing the last broken soul, he...free!

The next second after seeing this scene, Banazar's body burst open, incarnate in countless blood-colored little bats and flew out screaming in all directions, but it was also at this moment, hiding in Omanga. The plague tarantula under the German mill farm, Mykonas, the mother of the spiders, broke through the ground, and eight powerful legs pushed its huge body into the sky under the will of the master.

When the white, huge, and highly toxic spider web re-bound most of the scarlet bats to the ground, Lor'themar also opened the black rose bow in his hand, not looking at the dark night. Seven arrows were shot at random, and the seven escaped bats were accurately headshot.

The bats struggling in the white sticky web finally regrouped into the body of Banazar. The dreadlord looked at Lor'themar-Theron walking towards him step by step with a vicious look mixed with fear. , Like a dog that was forced to a corner, yelling frantically,

"You can't kill me! The existence behind me can easily crush you with a finger!"

"You bastard! You betrayed us, Arthas will kill you himself! He won't allow traitors to exist!"

Theron's gaze did not waver at all. He bowed Black Rose back to his back, then turned his hand and pulled out the black Sin'dorei Greatsword. The energy of death crazily entangled on it, forming a colder dark blade. He was indifferent. Looking at the clamoring Dreadlord, the cold eyes made it chill.

"Then let him come!"

A cold light flashed, this may be the last voice that Banazar heard in this world, cold into the bones.

At the same time, there was a crowd of people on the square in Nanhai Town. On this day, civilians who heard the wind across the Hillsbrad Hills dragged their families to Nanhai Town, and even the people far away in Arathi Highlands. Riding over on horseback, just for one thing.

Today, here, the reorganized Scarlet Crusade will publicly judge the evil servants from the undead natural disasters, the dregs who serve the dead villains with human bodies.

The Grand Inquisitor Ethanlien, who had just recovered from a serious injury, was wearing a blood-red priest’s robe, holding the Paladin’s advice in his hand, and holding the scepter used for conviction in the other hand. By his side, the Scarlet Crusade The knights were in pairs, escorting a dozen guys in black robes. Among them, the most eye-catching was a glamorous woman with forbidden chains on all fours, and a facial paralysis who needed the support of a paladin to stand. the man.

Nanhai Town was already crowded with civilians who came to watch the execution. In the solemn scene, the entire square was quiet, but the quietness was like ripples on the surface of a deep pool of water. In the depths, an unimaginable storm was brewing. It was like a suppressed fire, when it broke through the shackles, it would inevitably burn everything in the darkness in front of it.

"Falina, the Black Witch, used extremely cruel methods to massacre nearly 300 civilians during the invasion of the undead. At the same time, he was guilty of 17 crimes such as desecrating the corpse, spreading the plague, and disseminating taboo knowledge. The crime is unforgivable! Sent... Burning!"

"The Plaguebringer North, during the invasion of the undead, infected at least 1,200 civilians with an evil plague. At the same time, he was guilty of 23 crimes such as spreading taboos and blasphemy. The crime is unforgivable! Sentenced...fire!"

"The chief acolyte, Gavin, used extremely cruel methods... to be sentenced to fire during the invasion of the undead!"

"Acolyte Erafir... sentenced to fire!"

"Pepper, the mercenary captain of the curse sect... sentenced to fire!"

...

In Ethanlion’s solemn and cold voice, the scepter in his hand slipped again and again. Every time the sound of "fired" can arouse cheers from the civilians. At the last moment, when those or struggling, When the screaming, crazy, or peaceful curse cultists were locked on the stake, the atmosphere on the scene reached its climax.

The paladin who was dragging the black witch Farina did not notice for a while, and was bitten by the madman-like beautiful woman. She was like a dead wolf, biting her mouth tightly. This act of resistance suddenly angered the lower part. Civilians, countless people shouted,

"Kill her! Kill that lunatic!"

"Purify her!"

The voices full of hatred formed a substantive wave. If it were not blocked by the guards, the enthusiastic civilians would even rush to the trial stand and strangle to death the **** who committed unforgivable crimes against their compatriots.

Another Paladin raised his fist, and the steel-clad armour was smashed three times on the top of Farina's head, whose entire body was imprisoned by magic, before he rescued his brother. The Paladin's arm was bitten off by a piece of meat. , And Falena's face, which had been covered in blood, showed the craziest smile.

"Come on! You inferior creatures, I will get the eternal life I want in the flame! You will all die, I curse you, curse you with my life!"

She was crazy, and under trial and fear, this mage... was crazy.

When more than a dozen torture stakes were lit at the same time, the sound of chanting the Holy Light Prayer sounded in the square of Nanhai Town, and countless civilians who had lost their families due to the disaster knelt on the ground, crying bitterly.

The blazing flame is like a symbol. When the sun’s rays shine on this icy trial ground, the cold seems to be removed, and perhaps the warmth will return here in the next moment.

In any case, no matter what will happen in the future, at this moment, the battle of Northern Xinjiang has come to the end, and a new time is about to come.