In the fourth year since the establishment of the Dark Blade Knights, high-level death knights are no longer as rare as they once were.
However, in order to be promoted to a high level among the increasingly large number of undead legions, the assessment requirements that must be passed have become more and more stringent. In the past year, lower-level death knights who have met the promotion requirements must enter the dangerous Gorgrond alone.
Only if you bring back the corpses of more than 20 ogre barbarians in one day can you be awarded the title of high-level knight.
Becoming a high-level death knight is not just an improvement in status. Currently, the Dark Blade Knights have formed their own system for how to use death energy, as well as those complicated and cumbersome necromantic runes.
After the knowledge left by the Yue clan, the use of necromancy runes has been improved to several levels.
Only by becoming a high-level knight can these powers be opened to the death knight. The most important thing is that the Dark Blade Knights are very strict in monitoring the death knight's thinking. Lower-level knights will not be allowed to immerse themselves in the past too much.
In my memory, this was to prevent the weak ones from being lost in death, and only high-ranking knights were allowed complete freedom of thought.
That is the freedom of laissez-faire. As long as they are not driven crazy by the past, high-level death knights can do whatever they want.
"ah"
The screams of the Paladins sounded on the battlefield, and they were besieged by four high-level death knights at the same time. Even the Grand Vindicator Maraad was in a hurry, let alone an Elf Paladin?
Although Erics's martial arts skills are very superb and he is very experienced in using the power of the Holy Light, he still seems too immature when facing the high-level combat power of the Dark Blade Knights. These high-level knights are on the battlefield against demons.
Every one of those who survived was a true veteran of many battles, and the Death Knight’s unique spiritual link also made their cooperation almost perfect.
Less than 3 minutes into the battle, the head of the horse under Alex's crotch was beheaded. The Paladin was rolling in the rain in embarrassment. Opposite him was a sharp blade that roared towards him and shone with the light of the undead runes.
His body would be cut open almost immediately.
"Elix!"
General Danas roared and wanted to rush over to save his adjutant, but he was blocked behind the battle line by the increasingly violent zombies. Three hours after the Dark Portal opened, the sea of the dead, numbering 50,000, had completely
Taking shape, in this icy rain, the coalition of draenei and humans is retreating step by step.
"Maraad, save him!"
Danas swung his battle ax and chopped off the heads of the undead that rushed towards him. He shouted to the Draenei's great garrison:
"Please, save Alex!"
The Alliance general knew that the Grand Vindicator was stronger than him, and in the face of this request, Maraad could not sit idly by. He swung his war hammer, and a bright light of judgment crossed a 30-meter space and hit the high ground.
He attacked the body of the death knight and forced him back, but this could not alleviate the inevitable death situation that Alex faced. Maraad wanted to rush into the sea of the undead, but the next moment, the voice of the prophet was heard throughout the battlefield.
rang in the ears of every soldier.
"There's a big guy coming out of the Dark Portal. Get down! Everyone get down!"
This warning came so suddenly and strangely that many people didn't react, but the great defense officer lay on the ground without thinking. The next moment, the howling and crazy dark storm came out of the light of the Dark Door, and then
Like a feather blade storm between heaven and earth, it swept through the craters and stations outside the Dark Gate.
The undead surrounding the edge of the battlefield seemed to have been sucked into the most terrifying blade whirlwind. Amidst the splatters of stinking blood, their bodies were shattered into pieces by the wind blades, along with some unlucky alliance ghosts.
Got caught in the black storm.
In the storm, a monster covered with feathers, like a big walking gorgeous dark blue bird, rushed out of the dark door. It was 4 meters tall, and its tail feathers and body were more than 7 meters long. It was like a myth.
Like the monsters in.
"Ansu! Why did it rush over?"
The prophet standing on the deck of the Forbidden Demon Ship was dumbfounded as he watched the demigods of the Crow Man escape the Dark Portal. The next moment, he saw a Death Gronn striding out of the Dark Portal. This 7-meter-tall head
, half of his body was wrapped in metal, and the appearance of Gron, with ferocious black thorns on his arms and shoulders, completely plunged the chaotic battlefield into deathly silence.
When had the Union soldiers ever seen such a terrifying creature?
When the black death Goron roared into the sky, their bodies were trembling. It was clear that the target of the Goron King was not them, but the equally huge bird.
Anzu...it's hunting Anzu!
"Tyrion is crazy! He actually wants to kill this powerful demigod!"
The prophet clenched the staff in his hand. He became more and more suspicious of what was in the mind of the death knight. However, the current situation no longer allowed the prophet to hesitate any longer. The demigod Ansu struggled on the battlefield.
Fighting with the King of Gronn, the old demigod was obviously no match for Gruul, who had been strengthened by death. As its gorgeous feathers flew out in all directions and the blood of the demigod was swaying everywhere, the aura of this demigod was not at all.
It became fainter a little bit.
But this scene also allowed the prophet to see an opportunity!
"Ansu! Let's work together to repel these undead!"
The prophet waved his staff, and the bright holy light fell on the demigod's body, blocking it from Gruul's extremely violent hammer bombardment. The wilderness demigod who fell into desperate situation hesitated for a moment.
"Quick! Good!"
So the next moment, the prophet's voice sounded in the ears of Danas and Maraad again:
"Retreat, let the soldiers retreat! The battle of demigods is not something that mortals can interfere with! Withdraw to the fortress, Danas, I will stay to help Ansu!"
"Boom boom boom"
As the demigod waved his stubby wings, a wind blade storm mixed with black feathers swept across the entire battlefield at this moment, and the condescending prophet Velen also waved his staff, and a thick layer of holy light enveloped the battlefield, covering the battlefield.
The path of the pursuing undead was completely blocked.
Danaus Trollbane stood on the distant plain, looking at the Dark Portal that was completely blocked by the Holy Light. He could vaguely hear the unwilling roar of the blood mage, and the death of the giant.
The earth trembles as the giants fight.
That's not an enemy they can fight right now...that's not.
"Don't worry, Danas."
The tired Grand Advocate reached out and patted the Alliance General on the shoulder: "We grabbed the Skull of Gul'dan from Tyrion. We can use it to close the Dark Portal in this world. The support of the undead will be cut off. They will pass through
Not coming."
"With the loss of the Skull of Gul'dan, they also lost control of the Dark Portal. Your world... is completely safe."
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And at the moment when Anzu, the demigod of Draenor, crossed the Dark Portal, on another mysterious and wild continent of Azeroth, in the most mysterious valley in the world, some ancient sleepers
Was woken up.
The green grass is shady, the leaves are falling, and fresh life is evolving in this fairyland-like valley. The elk walking leisurely lower their heads and eat grass. They are not afraid of the humanoid creatures coming and going around them. They know very well that these sharp points
Ears, elegant creatures with purple skin, are their friends.
The night elves, a mysterious race, have lived here in the valley of Mount Hyjal for 10,000 years. Before the World Tree was planted, the elves ruled the entire world. Even the ancient powerful
The troll empire Zandalar also had to divide the boundaries of the world with them.
Of course, that was the era of the Elf Kingdom, and now, it is the era of the Night Elves.
The World Tree Nordrassil was planted after the War of the Ancients. It is said that on the day the seeds were planted, the World Tree was given endless divine power by the Aspect Dragons, and it protected the dark night.
The elves are not affected by time. As long as the World Tree still exists, the night elves will be immortal.
This kind of life without worrying about the future has allowed the night elves to develop a leisurely, or "lazy" living habit. In their society, the pace of life is so slow that it is ridiculous, and among the night elves, there are still some mysterious things
Guys are even more keen on sleeping, and can last for hundreds or even thousands of years once they sleep.
Druids are a profession that follows the way of nature and maintains the balance of nature. It is said that they originated from the wilderness demigods who roamed the earth before the birth of civilization. Cenarius, the guardian of nature, passed on the power of nature to the night elves.
, those who accept this noble power are called druids.
In night elf society, moon priests and druids are respected professions.
Druids like to sleep. This is not a bad habit. On the contrary, every time a Druid falls asleep, his soul enters the mysterious and magnificent Emerald Dream. In that world, which is said to be the dream of the world.
Here, everything is running perfectly. The deeper the connection with that dream, the more natural power the druids can use.
In the cave of Mount Hyjal, a druid who had been sleeping for thousands of years frowned in his sleep. With the vibration of his soul, the vegetation surrounding his body grew rapidly, and then
And wither at the same speed, symbolizing the cycle of nature and the balance between life and death.
"The dream... is shaking."
A voice like a murmur in a dream sounded in the beast's den:
"A new demigod has appeared. It controls the power of storms and shadows... It comes from a foreign land, and its body is wrapped in an unknown darkness..."
"Buzz"
The light green light shrouded the sleeping Druid's body like a veil of light. It was a soft, surging and powerful life force, just like waking up. After a moment, the sleeping Druid
Yi opened her eyes.
Those were a pair of silver eyes. The moment he woke up, the entire cave began to vibrate. It was because he was unable to adapt to the rapid increase in power after a long sleep. However, soon, this spreading power was restrained.
The druid who was lying on the warm stone bed stood up. He was a night elf with a green beard, but what was surprising was that there were signs of certain animals on his body.
He has stag-like horns on his forehead, and under his arms are bright wings like birds, and his long beard is covered with some flowers and grass like spreading trees.
His upper body was naked, and his stretched muscles were covered with light blue mysterious war patterns. He had a white bearskin wrapped around his waist, and his lower body was the leggings that druids often wear.
This outfit was unusually wild, but the druid himself exuded a very peaceful aura. He stood by the pool in the beast's den, frowning as he looked at himself.
"The power of the beast spirit is changing my body... I hope, I hope my beloved Tyrande will not hate me for this."
The druid smiled bitterly for a moment. He stood up, moved his shoulders, and took a step forward. The light green light wrapped around the druid's body, causing his body to change rapidly, in less than 1 second.
, a lifelike giant crow appeared in the beast's den, its eyes shone with wisdom, it flapped its wings, and disappeared briskly into the beast's den.
"The dream is calling!"
The huge crow flew over the den of Mount Hyjal and flew towards the Moonlight Grove on the other side of the mountain. Where he flew, a low voice sounded in the ears of every druid.
"Wake up, nature walkers...the demigods of the wilderness need our power..."
On this day, the sleeping druids woke up one after another. They were enlightened by the shock of the Emerald Dream, and under the summons of the archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, a group of powerful druids joined.
His team.
In the revelations from the awakened ones and the wilderness demigods, they were going to another continent in this world, where there was a powerful demigod waiting to be called by dreams...
A wilderness demigod from another world.
However, before the druids set off, some compatriots hiding in the shadow of the elven civilization joined them for another reason. Malfurion did not refuse these uninvited top assassins.
Instead, he welcomed them on this journey together.
The moment she followed the druids into the Emerald Dream portal, Warden Maiev, who was following the archdruid, clenched her fingers and silently swore in her heart.
"Nasa, this time... I will definitely break the shackles of darkness and bring you back whole!"
