The final battle between the Dark Blade Knights and the Arak Peaks begins.
The attack time is chosen on a moonless night. Dark clouds cover the sky, and there is no starlight. The earth is shrouded in gauze of night. It is a good time for infiltration operations. It is still the same old undead infantry like the sea of darkness.
He and the temporarily awakened zombies rushed towards Ankaraz's crow's nest from all directions, and the crow's nest was silent, just like a place of death.
But the Crow Claw Priests were very calm. Behind them were hundreds of solemn and quiet high-level Crow People. Their bodies were a little stiff, but their eyes shone with a sharp light that did not belong to this bad era.
"boom"
The moment the first skeleton holding a bone knife and buckler walked into the crow's nest, a ball of purple flames hit its body, destroying the fragile body of bones in an instant, and the flames lit up in the dark night
, just like the signal to start the war, the next moment, the high-level Crow People rushed out of the crow's nest under the leadership of the leader, and the sudden strong wind howled at this moment.
"Shua"
The dark storm swept over, like sharp marks plowed on the ground. Amidst the flying masonry, the undead infantry along the way were involved. Between the interlacing of sharp blades, their bodies and weapons were cut together.
Well, the skeletons were fine, but when the undead souls that still had bodies were cut open, the smelly blood spread across the land, making the chaotic battlefield experience even worse.
They were strange warriors who hid their bodies in the storm. They walked briskly, as if they were riding the wind. Their bodies could barely be seen in the blurred figures, and the sharp temperament shrouding the dead bodies was far away.
It is not comparable to the high-level arakkoa who have now become bandits.
"Terok! Terok!"
The fallen crows watched their undead show off their power. They had been frightened by the death knights and regained their courage. They screamed and roared a certain name. They followed those who were released from the kingdom of death.
Behind the warriors, they spread their pent-up hatred and anger onto the densely packed undead infantry in front of them.
The shadow magic that the fallen crow people are good at roars and hits the sea of the dead. Each combined attack will take away the bodies of dozens of undead infantry. However, in the face of the huge sea of the dead, such an attack cannot hinder this attack.
The advancing tide of death.
What's more, the fallen arakkoa people had no concept of formation. They rushed out in a chaotic manner. In less than 3 minutes, the arakkoa people who rushed out blindly were beaten back. The undead souls like an ocean moved forward silently, marching forward in silence.
Without saying a word, it was so oppressive that it was almost suffocating.
"Quack!"
A sharp scream resounded in the darkness and spread throughout the Ankaraz Crow Nest. It was like the general issued a new order. The high-level arakkoa warriors who were crisscrossing the sea of the undead suddenly flapped their wings and flew in the mysterious
Under the leadership of their leader, they flew into the air and formed a new encirclement around Ankaraz's crow's nest. The power of the high-level arakkoa manipulating the wind was gathered together and deployed as a means of defense.
"Hoo ho ho ho"
The storm pillars rolled up from the ground formed a solid wind wall almost instantly, like wind blades arranged together. Any undead infantry approaching this wall would be chopped into pieces by the wind blades, and the fallen crows
People were entrenched behind the wind wall, arbitrarily throwing dark magic on the heads of the undead infantry. These fallen crow people who were forced into a desperate situation, with the cooperation of those mysterious warriors, actually withstood the power of the undead sea for a while.
attack.
And all of this was seen by the death lords standing on the hillside in the distance.
"Mr. Saurfang, what do you think of those high-level arakkoa who suddenly appeared?"
Yrel asked the silent Death Lord beside her, with a hint of respect in her tone.
She had witnessed the entire process of Saurfang joining the Dark Blade Knights. Before the Dark Portal, this brave orc was willing to die for his own glory. The peace and questioning before death also made Delai
Ni Death Knight feels the same way.
Even though Yrel retained a strong hatred for all orcs, at least she couldn't hate the true warrior in front of her.
"Their bodies carry the souls of warriors..."
Saurfang did not show too much emotion towards this kind of respect. He died in the world of Draenor. There is no Hades Abyss here, so his soul is intact. He did not reject Tyrion's personal request.
Recruitment, just like fulfilling a promise, joined the Dark Blade Knights.
But after his death, he became taciturn, and except for Grokush, who was also an orc, it was basically difficult for others to communicate with him.
At this time, the orc warlord was wearing the dark blade knight's standard black heavy armor, with some black rose carvings engraved on the surface of the heavy armor. Unlike living orcs who always habitually stand bent over, the orc death knight's waist was straight.
Upright, with the spine tomahawk he once wielded on his back.
This ferocious weapon was added with some black steel and engraved with undead runes. Just like its owner, it also ushered in a new life.
Under the full-faced horn helmet, there was a pair of cold blue eyes. In the darkness, he looked at the arakkoa warriors who were making the storm. He said hesitantly:
"When I followed the tribe to attack Tongtian Peak, I saw such warriors... They defended around the High Priest of the Sun of the Crow People, and they refused to retreat in the face of several times the number of orcs. They were the last elite legions of the Crow People.
And now... look at their posture when they are slaughtering, as strong as the strong wind, and as silent as the calm wind when they walk."
"If this is the trump card of the fallen arakkoa, then it will be really difficult for us to capture this crow's nest. Those weird souls are real warriors and difficult to deal with."
"Just like us?"
Yrel frowned and asked, Saurfang nodded. The next moment, the death knight drew out his battle ax and strode forward:
"But their number is too small! We only need to defeat the strongest soul among them..."
"Wait! Mr. Saurfang."
Yrel hurriedly stopped the orcs who were eager to fight. She said softly: "In this battle, we only need to control the battlefield, and the attack will be carried out by another legion."
"Another legion?"
Saurfang turned around, a trace of doubt flashing in his blue eyes:
"The garrison of Hellfire Peninsula?"
"No!"
Just as Yrel was about to answer, a sound similar to the cry of a storm sounded in the dark sky behind her. The whistling noise was like thousands of birds flapping their wings across the sky. Saurfang
He also raised his head, and in the dark sky, thousands of high-level arakkoa were flapping their wings and flying across the sky. These dense black light spots almost filled most of the sky.
They hold wing blades engraved with runes in their hands, and wear light armor dyed black on their bodies. The birds' eyes shine with a dim and cold red light.
And around these arakkoa people who suddenly appeared, there were dozens of huge ravens. The heavy aura of death wrapped around the bodies of these giant beasts. Between their feathers, which were as hard as steel, pulses belonging to the undead were beating.
Black gloss.
And at the front, above the armored blue raven, stood a fully armed female arakkoa. She wore a dim sun crown and held two dark gold slender wing blades at her waist.
While the blue feathers were flying in the wind, her eyes looked at the ground indifferently. The resurrected arakkoa warriors were guarding her behind. In the roaring wind, the last princess was now like
Like a queen who reigns in the sky.
"They will be responsible for the attack!"
Yrel turned back to Saurfang and said: "Flying Dark Blade...Screamer."
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Queen Leshi stood on top of her raven, looking at the Ankaraz crow's nest hidden in the dark forest, and at her "comrades" who were making noisy screams in the darkness.
The feathers of the fallen arakkoa are dim and filled with dark power. Their bodies are twisted by the cursed blood, their wings have shrunk, and their bodies have become obese and unable to fly in the sky. Their originally noble souls have also become hazy and sneaky in the torture of darkness.
, ugly and crazy, making people disgusted from the bottom of their hearts.
The entanglement between the three wilderness demigods of the arakkoa people used this cruel method to tear apart the arakkoa civilization. After the fall of the sacred Tongtian Peak, the arakkoa people had no future.
"Look, living sin crawls across the dark earth, trampling the last glory of the arakkoa in the soil..."
Queen Lexi crossed her hands and pulled out the dark golden wing blade from her waist. She raised her left hand like an order. The death crows flying behind her all stopped in the sky. The next moment, the queen's wing blade
Pointing hard at the ground, her hoarse scream spread throughout the dark sky.
"Unforgivable! Unforgivable! Unforgivable! The spirit of Rukhma is watching us..."
"Kill them all!"
"Quack quack quack"
The Death Crows let out a cruel scream. The resurrected souls had longed for destruction and killing. The death energy in the body that had become "pure" again was guided out and wrapped around the sharp wing blades.
The moment the spiritual runes were ignited, they folded their wings and crashed into the ground like meteors from the sky, creating a storm in an instant!
A storm of shadows and frost falling from the sky!
The scene of thousands of dead arakkoa crashing into Ankaraz's crow's nest at the same time was shocking. Like a swarm of meteors falling from the sky, the wind blades entangled in the wings of the arakkoa easily cut through the forest covering the ground.
After the aerial assault tactics that the arakkoa guards were best at 600 years ago were completed, the forest around Ankaraz's crow's nest had been completely razed.
Even the earth was stained with a layer of white frost from the wind blades flying around. In this cold night, the temperature dropped sharply again.
This wave of blows falling from the sky once again shattered the confidence that the fallen arakkoa had finally gathered. Although the crow's claw priests were unwilling to fail and manipulated the awakened undead warriors to fight back, the lowest level of the fallen arakkoa had already
Having lost their last hope and courage, facing the arakkoa screamers with dark red eyes and frost storms all over their bodies, they could only scream and flee in all directions.
And when the undead arakkoa who stirred up the storm were recalled, the wall of wind that hindered the advancement of the undead infantry also collapsed. After the screamers of the Dark Blade Knights defeated the defense of the fallen arakkoa, the undead infantry
They rushed into the Ankaraz crow's nest without any hindrance and began to brutally strangle the fallen arakkoa who were stubbornly resisting.
Those returning undead arakkoa were stopped in the air by the arakkoa of the Screamer Legion, and the cruel and deadly storm hunting began in the darkness.
"Dang, Dang"
The crisp clash of weapons sounded over the crow's nest. Queen Lexi, who had just killed three undead crow-men, suddenly turned her head. She crossed her arms and backed away in the strong wind.
This is a standard aerial assassination!
The queen flapped her wings to maintain balance. Opposite her was a death arakkoa holding a wing blade. It was no different from other death arakkoa, but Lexi could feel a strange familiarity.
"Who are you!"
Lexi clenched the dark golden wing blade and asked in the sky, but the Death Raven Man opposite her didn't say a word. He just waved his left hand, and the winding storm roared. The next second, the wind blades staggered and slashed.
Facing Lexi, the Claw Queen dodged as lightly as an elf in the wind, and the wind blade scraped her body and slashed to the ground.
"Bang bang bang"
The thatched houses on the ground were chopped into pieces by the wind blade, plowing three ravines on the ground. Lexi narrowed her eyes. She quickly set up her weapon, and a cold light lit up in front of her eyes, breaking through the darkness and slashing at her neck.
The wing blade was blocked by her own weapon, and in the interlacing sparks, the Claw Queen was knocked back again.
"Dang Dang Dang Dang"
Two strong winds swept through the two powerful warriors, fighting back and forth in the air. The Crow people on the ground could not even see their movements clearly. They could only see the sparks constantly lighting up in the sky, which were the collision of weapons.
the light between.
This kind of deadly battle is extremely deadly. The storm wrapped around the body will accelerate the attack of the arakkoa to a level that an ordinary person cannot react at all. In such an extremely fast fight, the only choice is to rely on
Use your own fighting instinct to deal with it.
Queen Lexi was the best arakkoa hunter and warrior of her time, but even so, when facing this strange opponent, she could only choose passive defense under the opponent's fierce attack. This was a stronger opponent than her.
The storm warrior.
"puff"
The dim wing blade grazed Lexi's neck in the gap, and blue feathers mixed with blood flew in the air. The Queen of Claws quickly retreated, dodging the opponent's combo attacks. She stretched out her claw-like fingers,
Touched the blood on his neck.
She was just a tiny bit away from being beheaded by the strange arakkoa in front of her.
But that familiar feeling became clearer and clearer during the battle, until when the iconic decapitating wind blade was swung, a name appeared in Lexi's mind.
"It's you! Terok, King of Claws, only you can focus the storm on the blade so perfectly, and only you can perform such a perfect killing blow. Those bastards still summoned you back from the Kingdom of Death.
..They are so damned!”
The dark red death energy wrapped around Lexi's injured neck. She held the slender wing blade again. She looked at the silent arakkoa in front of her, and a trace of pain flashed in her eyes.
"It's hard to imagine that our reunion in 600 years will be like this, but I have always wanted to ask you, when those Hagar priests kidnapped me and persecuted me, when my broken body fell helplessly on the cursed
When you were on the earth...where were you, the powerful one?"
