As early as the moment he entered the Burning Plains, Anduin Lothar had a premonition.
This will be the last battlefield of his life, and he will die here...and his death will bring the final victory to the alliance.
This was not the old man's wishful thinking or an occasional whim. In fact, Lothar had foreseen his own death in a special way three years ago.
That was when he led a group of soldiers, led by the wizard Khadgar and the half-orc assassin Garona, into Karazhan and personally killed his lifelong friend Medivh.
The moment he pierced Medivh's heart with his sword, and in his tear-filled eyes, a gorgeous and strange light appeared in the air of Karazhan, and he glimpsed a trace of destiny in that light. He saw
When it came to how he fell from his horse in the battlefield, he saw how Orgrim, the orc warchief, broke his sword, and he also saw the scene when Orgrim smashed his head with a hammer.
On the battlefield of the Burning Plains, everything developed exactly like that trace of fate. It was not that he had never tried to resist this fate, but when he really saw this war and saw the desperate expressions on the faces of the orcs,
At that time, he understood that this was him, and this was Anduin Lothar's destiny.
He must die here! After his death, his lieutenant Turalyon took his broken sword and completely defeated Orgrim! Defeat the Horde with him! Bring victory back to the Alliance!
His death is part of victory and part of destiny!
"Turalyon, fate has chosen you. Come on, accept it all and bring victory to the Alliance."
Watching Orgrim's war hammer hit his head bit by bit, Lothar's eyes closed amidst the flying gray hair, and his fingers holding the broken sword loosened at this moment.
But the next moment, Lothar didn't feel the pain in Warhammer's head. On the contrary, beside him, a cold energy fell from the sky to the ground. He felt the cold fingers strangled around his neck, pulling him off the ground.
Lifted it up.
Lothar opened his eyes and saw the elf death knight confronting the orc warchief in front of him.
This is not right!
"That's not right! That's not how fate arranged it!"
Lothar struggled subconsciously. The power of a top warrior made Tyrion unable to restrain the human marshal. In front of him, the orc chief was unwilling to give up his victory. He roared, raised his war hammer, and headed towards
Lothar, who was caught in Tyrion's hand, smashed down again.
"Ouch"
An unpleasant roar sounded in the sky, and amid the panicked screams of the gryphon knights, a huge black bone dragon tore through the clouds. Its dark red eyes stared at the battlefield below, under Grokush's command.
, the undead dragon opened its mouth full of sharp teeth. Although it had no breathing organs, the undead dragon, which had returned from death, still took a deep breath.
The next moment, black smoke and dust ejected from its terrifying black bone dragon's mouth, mixed with magma-like flames. This red dragon still retains the ability of dragon breath after death, but that kind of breath can be used to heal,
The fire of life that can also be used to destroy has dissipated, replaced by a storm of dark smoke and fire that is more suitable for the identity of the undead dragon.
The dark breath of death wraps around the magma-like fire pillar, sweeping across the battlefield below like a flaming whip. This dragon breath is much weaker than the living red dragon, but once it is involved in the dark smoke around the flame,
It will be attacked by two forces of scorching heat and coldness at the same time. The dark smoke of the undead dragon spreads everywhere in just a few seconds, leaving a trail of black and gray ashes on the ground, which will entangle it.
The orcs and humans who were fighting together were forcibly separated.
To be honest, this thing is much more difficult to deal with than simple dragon breath.
"Let me go! This is not my fate! This is not the fate of the Alliance!"
Seeing that the good situation was disrupted by the sudden appearance of this guy, Marshal Lothar angrily broke away from Tyrion's restraints, pulled out the dagger from his waist, and rushed towards the death knight.
"Who the hell are you!"
"Your destiny is not here, Anduin Lothar! Just be quiet now!"
The strange black sword in the death knight's hand swung, and the blade cut through the air, making a whistling sound like a howling ghost, knocking away Marshal Lothar's dagger. The death knight turned around and blocked Orgrim's war hammer attack with his long sword.
His eyes moved, and dark red death energy sprang up from the ground, trapping Lothar in mid-air who was trying to attack behind him.
"Traitor! Die!"
The Doomhammer swung by Orgrim was blocked by Apocalypse's hot blade. The death knight waved his left hand, and the roaring wind of death hit the warchief's chest, leaving a mark on his black plate armor.
The mark of corrosion drove the orcs back a few steps.
"puff"
The sharp blade of the broken sword pierced the death knight's body from behind, and cold blood gushes out from the wound, but it was quickly drawn back into the body. Tyrion looked down at the broken blade piercing his abdomen, and his face
A very unpleasant gloom flashed through.
Anduin Lothar was not grateful at all to his savior. The marshal, who had glimpsed his future destiny, was now filled with worries about the Alliance. He was afraid that the destined victory for the Alliance would be destroyed by the death knight in front of him.
After all, everyone now knows that the death knight is a special unit of the tribe! Although Tyrion is fighting Orgrim, maybe this guy must have something to do with the tribe!
Can't keep him!
Lothar felt murderous intent in his heart. He held the broken sword in his hand and launched a "righteous backstab" from behind, piercing Tyrion's body, but failed to stop the death knight's movements.
"You pissed me off! Stupid Lothar!"
Tyrion waved his sword and forced Orgrim back. He turned around and clasped Lothar's wrist with his backhand. Red light flashed in his blue eyes. The blood in Lothar's body began to flow rapidly at this moment.
As Sarain frantically drew blood, it spurted out from the wounds on his body, and soon formed a translucent shield of blood on the surface of the death knight's body.
"Bang"
The severe pain erupting from the inside of the body made Marshal Lothar's counterattack move out of shape. The death knight dodged his fist, raised his palm, and hit Lothar's neck with the cold armor. After losing a lot of blood,
, this heavy blow knocked the marshal unconscious.
"Grokush, take this bastard away!"
Tyrion grabbed Lothar's arm with his left hand, spun him around in a circle, and threw the old marshal's body into the air. The knights jumped up and tried to catch the old marshal, but when the parabola reached the highest point, he died.
The spirit dragon flew through the air quickly against the attacks of muskets, arrows and those pesky gryphon knights. The orc death knight saw the right moment and threw a death grip, grabbing Lothar directly back to the dragon's back.
"What on earth are you..."
"Bang"
Before Lothar could finish his words, the orc death knight hit him on the head with a heavy punch.
"Take a good rest! Your Excellency, Marshal!"
"Tyrion, come up! We have to go!"
A chain was thrown at Tyrion's feet. The elf death knight held the constantly humming magic sword Apocalypse in his hands. In the shining of the runes on the sword, the cold death energy gathered around his body into a substantial frost storm.
, broke Orgrim's unwilling offensive, forcing the warchief to withdraw from the death knight's attack range.
"Shua"
Tyrion grabbed the chain with one hand, and Apocalypse was inserted into the scabbard behind his back. In the deep roar of the undead dragon, the death knight's body rose into the sky. He stretched out two fingers and placed them on his forehead, his eyes were red.
Orgrim made a weird military salute.
"Farewell! War Chief, I hope you have a pleasant stay in the Alliance prisoner of war camp. If I have the opportunity, I will go to "visit" you..."
This mocking laughter made Orgrim grab the battle ax at hand and throw it towards the death knight in the air. The latter hit a death coil with his backhand and knocked the battle ax away.
His eyes swept across the battlefield below. There was no fluctuation in the Elf Death Knight's heart. This time the operation to save Lothar seemed to go smoothly, but he had not forgotten those annoying bronze dragons, so he could not stay here any longer.
"Go to the Deadwind Pass and go directly to the Dark Portal after delivery. The less time you waste, the better!"
The death knight was planning the next steps. Suddenly, a scorching light blade shot out from the battlefield below. Tyrion was suddenly awakened. He lowered his head and saw a brilliant holy light.
It hit him like a war hammer.
Tyrion swung the chain in the air and managed to avoid the Holy Light Warhammer, but he could not avoid the chain swinging in the air. With a snapping sound, the death knight's body fell downwards.
Stretching out his left hand, huge death energy spurted out from the palm of his hand and latched onto the body of the undead dragon. He lowered his head and saw the guy standing on the hillside who had thrown out the Holy Light Judgment.
That was Lothar's adjutant, a great knight wearing silver armor and holding a long sword and shield... Turalyon!
As soon as he saw this guy, the figure of another girl flashed through Tyrion's heart, and a nameless rage shook the death knight's heart. Seeing the scorching holy light gathering again in Turalyon's hands, Tyrion
Ryan's eyes flashed fiercely.
"Shua"
The death grip was actively disconnected by it, and the dark power from the blasphemous seal spread its dark wings behind him. He pulled out Apocalypse with his backhand in the air, and with the weird neighing of the magic sword, he struck hard at Turalyon below.
Cut it over.
"Grokush, take him away! I'll kill a nasty paladin first, and then I'll come..."
"Tyrion! Don't waste time on him. We have done what we should do. Let Medivh handle the rest."
The voice of the orcs rang in Tyrion's heart. The latter knew that Grokush was right. They had saved Lothar, who was destined to die. This made the bronze dragon come at any time, but this time, the death knight did not use reason.
Stopping the nameless fire in his heart, he instead surrendered to the rage that is rare for the dead.
"Medivine? Do you really think he is a friend? Stop talking! Go ahead, throw Lothar at the entrance of the Deadwind Pass, and then go to the Dark Portal to meet Rogelio and the others as quickly as possible!"
Although he didn't know what Tyrion had against that annoying paladin, Grokush already knew from Tyrion's tone that there was no way to change this matter. This orc was also a decisive guy, and he immediately
Pull up the reins of the undead dragon and quickly take off into the air.
They carried Lothar towards the direction of the headwind path, and behind the undead dragon, those few red baby dragons who didn't know whether to live or die followed them.
"Dragonmaw's bastard!"
Grokush Blackhand looked back at the majestic red young dragons and the scolding dragon knights. A killing intent surged in the eyes of the orc death knight. He reached out and patted the skull of the huge undead dragon. He lowered his head.
Voice said:
"August Traz, do you want to find a chance to kill them?"
After a moment, the hoarse voice of the undead dragon sounded:
"I would gladly get rid of these traitors, and I would gladly tear out their throats and flesh. Don't call that name, that's not my name...Call me, Deathstroke!"
The undead dragon spread its wings and flew higher into the night sky, while Tyrion fought on the ground with the angry Turalyon.
He held up the green anti-magic shield, allowing the holy light that Turalyon hit him to be absorbed silently. Faced with the weird magic sword in Tyrion's hand, Turalyon, who became more and more skilled in martial arts, defeated him.
Very difficult.
"Tyrion! Never forget to extinguish the Holy Light! Never try to destroy everything!"
Turalyon roared and waved his sword, and the scorching holy light wrapped around his blade with a dazzling light. This light made him look more brave and determined.
"This sword is for Lothar!"
"Bang"
The black and golden weapons collided together, and the huge force from his wrist caused Turalyon to be knocked back several steps. Tyrion sneered, and he stepped forward, and a huge death surge surged from his other hand.
The spiritual energy, like a whirling storm, and like a war hammer that shattered everything, struck hard on the Holy Light Shield on the surface of Turalyon's body.
"Bang"
Turalyon's holy light and Tyrion's death collided and annihilated each other, like a howling storm, blowing up the hair of the two people. The paladin waved his shield and hit the death knight in front of him, and the latter took a step back.
, the magic sword was inserted back into the scabbard on his back. The moment Turalyon's sword and shield separated, Tyrion's left hand quickly touched the surface of his shield.
The blasphemous seal buzzed, pouring more energy into Tyrion's body. The cold light in the death knight's eyes became more and more dazzling, and the death energy spurting out was like a dark tide, rapidly eroding the paladin's body.
The holy light on the table made Turalyon grit his teeth and want to continue to persevere, but the death knight grinned and curled his fingers.
The next moment, the blood in Turalyon's body merged into three swirling liquids, which fell into the palm of Tyrion's hand. The unsuppressible pain exploded in the paladin's body, allowing the holy light on his body to persist.
Become swaying.
"Danglang"
Like the sound of breaking glass, the holy light suddenly shattered, and Turalyon's handsome cheek was hit hard by a cold fist, which caused his head to move outward and made his body stagger.
He stepped back, and the next moment, cold fingers clasped around his neck, grabbing his body from the ground.
The death knight was close to the paladin, and the cold and dead breath made the paladin's whole body tremble. He whispered in the ear of the struggling Turalyon:
"I don't want to extinguish your so-called holy light at all... Your life has been filled with violence and war. What qualifications do you have to talk to me about salvation and order? Come on, Grand Knight..."
"I just want to kill you...that's all!"
His fingers slowly tightened, and the jumping light in his eyes became colder and colder. The other finger hooked forward. Behind the paladin, the strangely suspended magic sword Apocalypse roared without anyone holding it.
