Azeroth Trail of Light

The enchantment that the Sindra elves set up to seal Imottal is very strong. It will prevent anyone from entering the devil’s cage. This is reflected in the game, and he has killed Imottal more than once in the game. Dick knew this clearly.

But when this angry demon was about to get out of trouble, the polymaths had to give Dick the green light. They tore open a passage for the paladin to enter, and then watched the paladin shining with the holy body. Hikari stepped into the deadly enchantment that had been fully enriched by the purple magic storm.

It wasn't Dictor, but at the scene, no one except him could complete this task.

Estulan has said that any mortal who enters it will be killed by the magical energy that is flooded with it. The encounter with the holy sword holder General Salorian proves this, but it is definitely not a force on the order side, so Di The power of order is his best defense.

And once Imottal walked out of this weakened enchantment, with its demon lord-level strength, it would be quite difficult to kill it at that time. Just from the fact that this guy has been absorbing the magic power of Syndra for thousands of years, but he can continue to persevere, you can see how strong this guy's combat effectiveness is.

Imottal in the game is just a weak OSS. Any well-coordinated team of five can kill it, but the real world is definitely different. In fact, when this "disaster dog" really appeared in front of Dick At that time, the Paladin still felt a wave of horror.

This guy is at least 5-7 meters tall. His whole body is covered with purple-black **** scales. The ends of his four legs are all with creepy big claws. The black claws cling to the ground. Every time it moves, it will be on the ground. Cracks were left on it, and the most frightening thing was its head. The two heads dripped disgusting and corrosive saliva from time to time, just like the lava dog that Dick had seen in the heart of molten fire.

But there was only one big blood-red eye on each head, and on top of the head, there were dozens of disgusting tentacles, and the top of each tentacles carried an eye shining chaotic magic energy.

The Hundred Eyes Devil, Syndra often call it this way, now it does not seem to be an exaggerated expression, this catastrophic dog really has many eyes.

In the purple storm, another layer of pale silver light shield around the paladin’s body isolated him from the infestation of all magical energy, but at the moment Imottar appeared, dozens of chaotic rays came from the disaster. The dog's eyeballs shot out and hit the Naaru shield that Dick raised.

The rays of scorching chaos pushed Dick back several steps, but the shield of the Naaru was not broken. It can be seen that the weakening effect of the barrier set by the polymaths still exists, at least in this circular hall. , The attack of this demon dog could not harm Dick's body.

Imottal is a rare creature of the law system among the demons. This is also the source of Dick’s confidence. His body has not recovered to its best. Therefore, facing melee-type demons, he is a little weak, but this kind of law creature, he But he was not afraid. In fact, driven by MAX’s holy energy, Dick had the confidence to fight it.

So after the ray disappeared, the wind chasing sword in the paladin’s hand struck a light of wind and thunder mixed in the purple mana. The holy energy formed a sharp sharp in the air through this extremely conductive weapon. The blade of the holy light accurately slashed on Imottal's tentacles. The hot blade finally cut off the tentacles before dissipating. The slashed eyeball fell under Dick's feet and was kicked by the Paladin. Trample.

"Wow!"

Imottal let out a frantic roar, his huge body rushed towards Dick like a charging tank, and the Paladin rolled outwards. When he stood up, he happened to see Imottal's huge huge body. The body hit the heavy light and made a muffled sound.

The rift has widened again!

The Paladin gritted his teeth when he saw this scene. Basically, when Imottal turned his head, a cross star of the holy flame struck the catastrophic dog's abdomen, and then he was frantically shot in the eyes. The prismatic rays hit, and most of the rays were blocked by the barrier of holy light, but a blood hole the size of a thumb appeared on his shoulder as a result. In the dancing of the holy energy, the blood hole had been stopped, and it was slowing down. Of healing.

This is still the demon dog after being weakened. It is really hard to imagine if this guy is in a state of victory... I don't know how much sacrifice the Sindra spirit took to imprison him here.

"Ha! It hurts! You idiot!"

"Wow!"

Just as Dick and Imottal fought fiercely, in the Throne Hall, Torsedrin’s frenzied attack was finally contained, not because he was exhausted, but because Kael’thas used his own bottom of the box. The stunt.

Loss of gravity field!

A light black aperture appeared behind the Sun King. Wherever it went, everything seemed to lose weight and control over direction. Even spellcasters like Torsedrin were struggling as if they were drowning. The fish, but compared to the other guards involved in it, his condition is much better, at least he won't be cut in half by a weapon that suddenly appears.

Kael'thas stands standing in this weightless field. Behind him are seven exquisite and extreme weapons. They are all the top magic weapons found by the sun kings in the past. In this field, they are given to the Buddha. After life, the battle bow is automatically wound. Under the command of the master, the deadliest void arrows are continuously shot. The battle axe sweeps frantically and destroys wildly. The shield is guarded by Kael'thas, and the staff emits great power. The magic, and the cold-handed dagger, the swift long sword, and the staff shining with restorative light.

He is like a **** standing in the void, forcibly, with his own power, to contain the attack of Tosidlin and all his evil servants, but in this situation, Kael'thas is still unable to defeat Toss. The magical shield on the surface of Delin's body, the crazy guy gathered the entire Erezasra's magic on himself, and with the passage of time, the energy level of the magic is rising rapidly.

"You will eventually turn yourself into a magical balloon."

Kael'thas looked at Torsedlin struggling in the weightless field with a hint of pity.

"Those magic powers will swallow you completely, poor fellow."

"You don't understand anything! Fool! You don't know what I saw at that time? This world can't resist the Burning Legion. They are planning revenge in secret. Their power is all over the universe! The last victory was a fluke, I I have to think about my people! I have to protect them! I have to become the strongest... stronger than the devil!"

Torsedrin’s language is confusing, but Kael’thas understands what he means, and his eyes are more pitiful.

"You are scared, poor fellow, those villains will not let you go because you are afraid of them. You have to take up weapons instead of just squeezing any energy into your body. If you really want to protect Your people."

"No... we can't win! Xoroth, Marton, and Argus, I've seen them, I've seen them with my own eyes! It's impossible to win! Get out! Get out! Don't disturb my "promotion" "!"

Torsedlin waved his arms frantically, full of corrosive fel energy swayed in all directions, in the weightless force field, the fireball flew everywhere, almost immediately swallowing a guard trying to protect his leader.

The corner of Kael'thas' eyes was a little confused. He could feel that Torsedlin's thinking was a little abnormal. This abnormal thinking even affected his battle, but before the magic node was destroyed, he could only use In this way, Torsedlin was imprisoned here.

At the same moment, in the Feathermoon Fortress far away from the Dire Maul, General Shandris Feathermoon wearing a black bat visor was arranging her equipment. The sharp demon-breaking arrows filled her quiver. There is a sharp elven saber. Behind her, a stern force of elite huntresses has been assembled. In front of her, her adoptive mother, Tyrande Windspeaker, the spiritual leader of the entire Kaldorei elves, will also have a bow. Behind his back, he still held a sacrificial staff shining with moonlight in his hand.

A rare steadfast expression appeared on Tyrande’s beautiful face. She glanced at her adopted daughter and asked softly.

"Shandis, can the space node be sure that it has entered the interior of El'Thalas?"

"Yes, mother, it is absolutely certain! The talisman was placed on the Sindra warrior by my own hand. I can be sure that they entered the hermitage of Sindra, but mother, is this really necessary? Della hasn’t competed with the world for 7000 years, I don’t think we need to fight with them."

General Feathermoon still has some doubts. For the past 7000 years, Feathermoon Fortress has been monitoring the entire Feralas. As Dick expected, they have always known the location of the Sindra, but the two are in peace, until Until Tyrande's secret order appeared.

Seeing the doubts of his adopted daughter, Tyrande reached out and smoothed her somewhat tangled hair.

"Child, we have never been a militant race, but this time the situation has exceeded your imagination. The seed of the world tree, the one that was cherished by the druids, has been determined to have suffered some kind of evil force. Although Dick’s approach was excessive, I have to admit that he was also the one who let us escape. I can’t imagine what terrible consequences would be born if that seed is really planted. "

"But what does it have to do with Syndra?"

Shandris asked curiously, and Tyrande blinked.

"Have you forgotten the meaning of Syndra? We only have the world tree species left on hand. It is absolutely impossible to give up, so we can only find a way to purify, and the druids can’t find the reason, so we can only Relying on the power of knowledge, in this regard, Syndra is the most suitable group in the entire Azeroth, there is no one."

"Okay, Shandris, get your sisters ready, we will leave in 3 minutes!"

Dick didn’t know the outside world. After a dozen or so tentacles were cut off in a row, even the weak Imottal was forced to the road of desperation. It was madly racing back and forth in the seal, Dick estimated. After checking his current strength, he still didn't rush forward. Instead, he used long-range energy attacks to cut out long swords mixed with the power of order, leaving Imottal with deep visible bones. Scars.

This greatly weakened demon lord can hardly make a decent counterattack, and Dick estimates that if it continues like this, it will enter a state of weakness due to excessive blood loss.

However, just as the Paladin was holding the victory, a ray of moonlight suddenly lit up in the space outside the hall. It was a powerful energy that was forcibly tearing apart the space. The spark of energy was beating, and it was on Estulan’s forehead. The blue veins exploded little by little. As a polymath who has studied magic, he knows better than anyone what it means to forcibly insert the third force in this weak balance.

But he can't stop it!

The next moment, the super-large weakened enchantment that had been struggling to maintain the light curtain full of cracks suddenly shattered at this moment, and the soaring purple energy exploded at this moment, and he was treated as the meat on the chopping board. Tal let out a roar of excitement, he felt the long-lost power recovering in his body, and at the moment when the barrier was broken, Dick had already fitted himself and rushed forward, realizing that he would be able to open all the states that were wrong. Turn on.

The four wings flapped behind him, and the holy flame was brilliant. He injected the greatest holy energy in his body into the wind chasing sword. He held the hilt in both hands and jumped up from the left of Imottal. The head swept past, the MAX-level holy energy was extremely compressed, and then cut out from the Wind Chasing Sword. A solid golden holy sword passed by Imottal's neck and swept away. The giant blade made an astonishing crack directly on the wall.

The demon wailed. Its half-drawn head was almost completely cut at this moment, but before it could shoot a deadly eyeliner, the drooping head was pierced by a black sharp arrow, and then in the bright moon In the bright light, Tyrande's indifferent figure holding a bow and arrow was reflected in Imottal's horrified eyes.

Perhaps it can ignore such threats during the victory, but right now, this woman in a white robe is the last straw that overwhelms the camel.

"Devil! Shake in the moonlight!"

"Swish"

The magical arrow wrapped in moonlight power pierced the other head from the front, and then exploded in Imottal’s brain. Under the combined force of the two, this monster would restore its full power just before it regained its full strength. The heavyweight body fell to the ground.

It's not dead yet, but there is only one step away from death.

Dick, who stood up from the ground, walked to the head of Imottal, who was still struggling. He looked at the priestess of the moon walking out of the moonlight, holding the hilt with both hands, and stabbing down fiercely.

The glorious light burst out suddenly in the next moment, and even at the moment of the most victory, it could compete with the moonlight.

In Imottal’s sigh of relief, Dick’s friendly voice also sounded with a trace of indifference.

"Long time no see, Moon Sacrifice!"